Questioned by Morgan

"What the fuck, bro?' my new friend suddenly asked. "Do you have an addiction? Do you need me to find you a counselor or something?"

"What are you talking about?"

"First you are looking at pics of your hot blond friend, now you are looking at cocks?" Morgan said. "I mean...it's cool if you're bisexual, bro...I prefer women, but I'm LGBTQ friendly. Porn addiction is a disease, right? But is this really the place you wanna be flashing boner pics around?"

I blushed.

"It's mine," I admitted. The looked on his face changed to puzzled as he tried to understand why I was looking at pics of my own cock. "The girl from before sent me more pics. This just happened to be what you saw."

I quickly swiped back to the pic of Andi sucking my cock.

"Oh damn, my bad bro," Morgan said. "That is fucking hot as hell, and from your expression, she looks like she knows what she is doing."

There was another dude admiring a photo of me getting a blowjob. It was both embarrassing and thrilling at the same time.

"I would much rather me getting a blowjob or even getting sexted right now than have to listen to this garbage," he said. "But Alicia is at work."

I thought about the pics of his girlfriend he had on his phone. He had brought up sexting, so the door to discussing a picture trade was at least ajar, if not open.

What the fuck was I thinking? If I shared photos of me having sex, that meant there would be photos of me having sex out there. What was going to keep Morgan from posting them online in some forum or something? What was going to keep Andi or Jill from doing so? I suddenly felt sick.