I glance at the door for the hundredth time in ten minutes. Just, you know, to make sure little gremlins didn’t crawl out of some air vent and unlock it. But nope, still locked.
It feels like I’m doing something wrong. Like I just dipped my hand in the cookie jar when my mom turned her back to me. But maybe I’m being too hard on myself. There’s nothing wrong with looking at porn. I’m a red-blooded, twenty-two-year-old man. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a prude. Just a guy trying to figure out what his kinks are.
Sighing, I lean back against the pillows, my laptop positioned on my thighs as I scroll through the thumbnails on the screen. I hover over one of the images, which shows a preview of what I can expect. All right. Seems okay.
I click on the title: Hot jocks suck ’n fuck.
Did I mention I’m browsing gay porn?
Yep, I’m a filthy liar—I told Wes I was taking a nap, and look at me now.
A breath shudders out of my chest as the video loads. It’s a short clip, and it starts splat in the middle of a scene from whatever movie the site pulled the clip from. I’ve got the sound turned down low, but I can hear every word loud and clear. Well, just one of the dudes is talking. The other guy is only capable of wet slurps and deep moans as he goes to town on the first guy’s dick.
“Fuck yeah…oh fuck yeah…suck that big cock…”
Okay, that’s just cheesy. I laugh as I imagine myself ordering Wes to “suck that big cock”.
Next clip. This one’s not doing it for me.
I click on something labeled Poolside fuck. Sounds promising. I like pools and I like fucking. Can’t go wrong with that, right?
“You like that big dick in your hole, boy? That’s it, boy, take it—”
Annnnnnd I press stop. Nope. Just nope.
I hit the jackpot on my next selection. Two very attractive guys are making out on a bed, grinding their hard cocks together.
My dick says hello.
Interesting. There’s something about the grip they have on each other that turns me on. It’s not gentle. There’s a hungry, forceful energy to their kissing that I appreciate. That my dick appreciates.
Shit, like seriously appreciates. I’m hard now, my gaze fixed on the screen as I watch one guy kiss his way down the other one’s stomach. When his mouth engulfs his partner’s erection, a jolt of heat shoots up my spine.
Sucking in a breath, I reach down and grip my aching cock. Oh fuck, that feels good.
I keep watching. Keep stroking.
And the messed up thing is, I’m not even mentally replacing the guy’s face with Wes’s. That had been one of the reasons for this little experiment, to find out if it’s just Wes who turns me on, or dudes in general.
The guy receiving the blowjob releases a husky moan. The masculine sound of it does something to me. His partner sucks him harder.
I’m literally five seconds away from coming.
Chillax, I order my dick. We’re just getting started.
But the little goalie’s got a mind of his own. He won’t quit throbbing, so I hit the fast forward button to skip to the real test.
The anal.
And holy shit, that’s some serious pounding. I wince as the sound of flesh slapping flesh bursts out of the laptop speakers. Jesus. How is that guy not screaming in pain?
He is screaming, though. Well, moaning. And there’s grunting. They’re not careful with each other, but all that graceless enthusiasm looks like fun. I keep staring at the guy who’s taking it. His biceps bulge as he jacks himself, his eyes slammed shut, his neck taut with pleasure.
And then he’s coming, and I’m not far behind. The computer falls off my lap as I stroke faster, cupping my balls with my other hand. I gasp for air, my eyes glued to the screen, to the sight of two men screwing. My spine arches as my cock twitches in my hand, spilling all over my stomach.
Holy…shit.
It takes almost a full minute for my heartbeat to regulate. Once my limbs no longer feel like spaghetti noodles, I reach for the tissue box next to me and clean myself up. Then I stare up at the ceiling for a while.
I’m not done, though. That was just the first part of the experiment. I pick up the laptop again and click on a new category. Good ol’ fashioned lesbian porn.
I’m too spent to jerk it again, but I still click on a thumbnail, one that shows two smoking hot brunettes tangled together on a white couch. I hike my shorts back up, one hand resting on my crotch as I settle in to enjoy the view.
And enjoy it I do. I’m hardening again. The lust isn’t as strong as before, but that’s because of the orgasm I just had, not because the girls aren’t doing it for me. They are. Big-time. Their soft curves and pretty pussies and those sweet whimpers.
I’m attracted to women, no doubt about it.
I’m also attracted to men, apparently.
Wonderful. Complicated fellow, my dick.
When footsteps thud in the hall, I slap the laptop shut, nearly clipping my fingers off. Then I shove the computer aside and stand up, quickly tossing the used tissue in the wastebasket near the dresser.
A second later, a key jingles in the lock and Wes strides through the door. He sees me standing in the middle of the room, lifts an eyebrow, and says, “How was the nap?”
I get the feeling he knows exactly what I’ve been up to, but I simply shrug. “Just what I needed. How was lunch?”
“Didn’t have any. I ended up walking around.”
“You hungry?” I swipe my T-shirt off the floor and throw it on. “’Cause I am.”
When my head pops through the neck hole of the shirt, I find Wes eyeing me warily. “You okay, Canning?”
“Yep.” I walk to the door, glancing at him over my shoulder. “So…lunch?”
His brows knit, drawing my attention to the barbell in his left eyebrow. It gives him this whole bad-boy vibe that makes me kinda…horny.
“Wes?”
He snaps out of whatever thoughts had just preoccupied him. “Uh, yeah. Lunch sounds good.”
I leave the room without checking if he’s following me. I know he is. I can feel his perplexed gaze tickling my back.
After the way I spent the afternoon, I’m pretty sure he’s nowhere near as perplexed as I am.
