Chapter 4 Fighting for You 4

Justin

I don't know what got into me with Carrie, all I know is that it wasn't about the training week, but I don't want to think about that now. Especially not while I'm kissing her and she's grinding on my lap right here on the couch.

Ethan

I even try to get turned on by watching some porn, but it feels weird when I open my eyes and look around, and this isn't my room or a familiar environment to me. I decide to step out for a bit and get some air.

I know he's downstairs and won't even notice me walking around up here. I see some pictures on the walls; it looks like his dad and his brother, whom I saw in photos in the room, winning medals and judo competitions. Then I remember the unhappy look on Justin's face when he talked about it. I hear noises from the living room, so I quiet down. They sound like groans.

This intrigues me. I walk over to the stairs and position myself where I can see downstairs without anyone down there spotting me spying. I see Justin with a girl sitting on his lap, his hands gripping her ass as they kiss. This is pretty hot. She stifles some moans and he buries his face in her breasts; my dick is already completely hard inside my pants.

She pulls at his shirt, causing him to take it off. Soon he pulls her shirt down, exposing her breasts while she grinds on his lap. My hand is already over my pants now, stroking myself, listening to the two of them panting.

I open my eyes. What am I doing? The guy just tried to help me, and here I am on his stairs like a pervert, watching him and his girlfriend hook up in the living room.

I go back to the room. I lie down on the bed, grab my phone, and taking advantage of the fact that I'm already horny from what I saw, I put on my headphones and play a video. I undo the button and the zipper of my jeans, pulling my dick out and starting to stroke it.

I turn the volume all the way up so I won't even remember what I saw minutes ago, concentrating only on the woman moaning as if her life depended on it while she rides this guy's dick.

Justin

"Do you have a condom?"

I look at Sophie and remember that I do, but they are in my room. I tell her:

"I'll be right back."

I put my shirt back on and quickly head up the stairs. Then I remember I'm not alone like usual; I didn't want to interrupt anything that might be going on in there, but I really need the condom right now my hard dick thinks the exact same way. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, maybe he's in the bathroom,I'm sure he'll be in there.

I knock on the door, no answer. I turn the doorknob and it's unlocked, which means if he's doing anything, it must be in the bathroom. I open the door slowly so he won't even notice I was here, but an empty room is not exactly what I walk into.

Ethan is lying on Max's bed, leaning against the pillow. His eyes are closed while his hand moves up and down on his dick. I’m left kind of frozen, just staring with the door half-open.

I had never seen a guy masturbate in front of me before. So I’m still a bit stunned. My eyes travel down from the expressions on his face to his hand moving up and down, lingering on the head of his dick as he breathes heavily.

He has a phone in his hands, then he opens his eyes, I pull the door closer to shut it without him noticing, and when I see him close his eyes once more, I shut it for good. I’m still standing there a bit static, thinking about what I just saw. But I can't blame him I brought him here for exactly that reason, I just didn't expect to witness it. I hear Sophie's whiny voice bringing me back to reality.

"Justin…"

I'm going to have to interrupt Ethan; I need the condom. I knock on the door harder, hoping he hears it. Then, seconds later, he opens the door. He’s looking a bit flushed, but I try to ignore it and brush past him, saying:

"I'll be quick."

I walk over to the small table near my bed, grab a condom, quickly stepping out of his line of sight, and shut the door behind me.

Sophie rides me beautifully, and I even close my eyes to feel it better.

I don't know how I could have lost interest with Carrie the other day; something was holding me back. Maybe now that Ethan is sorting his stuff out... Damn it, I'm thinking about that again. Sophie grinds against me.

My mind flashes back to when I opened the door slowly and saw him there. I try not to think about it, but she grinds even harder.

His hands moving up and down on his dick it was big, bigger than I imagined. Why am I thinking about this? I pick up our pace while holding her waist, driving deep inside her, and now she moans on my dick. I hope he kept going and came. Just thinking about it makes my dick twitch. Sophie takes me all the way, and I come. I keep thrusting until I see her come too.

Ethan

Of course, after he walked in here, I didn't have the nerve to keep going. I thought he might have caught me spying, and that would definitely be the end of me. I closed the video and started watching a movie on my phone. I knew staying here was going to be a bad idea.

A while later, he comes into the room. He looks pretty satisfied, and I can guess why. Actually, I only have a vague idea, since I've never hooked up with anyone. He brought some sandwiches and offers me one along with a can of soda; I accept and thank him. He says he's going to take a shower.