Wade contemplated which site he’d be visiting tonight. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, itching to type something. He closed his eyes and let his lust-addled brain decide.
The computer hummed as the site loaded, and after a few seconds, he found himself ogling a larger selection of videos than he remembered. He hadn’t seen so many pussies and tits staring at him since the sorority party he’d gone to a few months back.
He perused a couple of pages, clicking videos and then backtracking when they weren’t anything special. Trolling for porn should not have been this time-consuming. Finally he settled on one called Watch Me Werk
and sat back in his chair.
The clip started innocently enough with some chick oiling herself up and dancing in front of the camera. Bored to tears after nearly two minutes, he fast-forwarded to a spot where she was in a French maid’s outfit, bending over and dusting this guy’s table. She seemed to be trying a little too
hard to be seductive, and Wade was about to choose another video, but one of the ads on the sidebar drew his attention.
A man sat on a sofa, his eyes wide with surprise as another man reached for his crotch. 100% real straight guys!
the top of the ad proclaimed. Straightnomore.com
flashed across the bottom, followed by Click now for instant access!
Wade’s breath caught, and his gaze froze there for a moment. His skin tingled, and his finger twitched with the desire to click, but he resisted. If he didn’t look, it was like he’d never wanted to in the first place, right? But the more he tried to focus on the video before him, the more he wanted to click that fucking link. The chick moaned theatrically as her companion buried his face between her thighs until Wade couldn’t take it anymore. He went back to the landing page and searched for another clip.
Five more vids he selected, and every one of them had that same ad staring back at him, as though the porn gods wanted him to watch straight men get turned out. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he relented at last.
A collage of images served as the page’s header, all of them depicting men of different ethnicities in varying stages of undress. Some of their faces were masks of shock, while others seemed pleasured beyond anything Wade had ever seen in straight porn. An image in the very center captivated him. A man was bent over a table, his expression half pain, half ecstasy. The man behind him was really pounding him, veins standing out on his arms and his face angry.
Wade wanted to be repulsed, but instead he found himself turned on, his dick straining against his boxer briefs from nothing more than the images. He scrolled down the page, reading descriptions of the latest updates and growing more aroused by the minute. As far as he could tell, the clips were titled with the name of whatever sap was getting turned out, and he hit pay dirt with one called Jamie.
He clicked Watch Trailer, chewing his bottom lip and doing a quick sweep of his apartment, even though he knew he was alone. A title card appeared, listing all the legal information, and the dialogue started over it. “My girlfriend won’t fucking touch me anymore, dude,” a blond guy said, sitting on the beach next to an equally shirtless brunet. “Says it’s supposed to make our relationship stronger or some shit. But fuck that.” He ran a hand through his hair and threw himself back on the sand. “I’m so fucking horny, man.” He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
His friend turned to the camera and winked, giving whoever the cameraman was a thumbs-up. “How long has it been?”
“Two fucking months. I can’t even get her to give me head. That’s what I miss the most. She gives great fucking blowjobs.”
Wade had to strain to hear over the crashing waves in the background.
The camera panned around the friend, revealing Jamie’s glistening torso, his rock-hard abs, the tip of his cock breaching the waistband of his trunks.
“You’re looking a little hard there, buddy,” the brunet said, his voice hungry and predatory.
“I told you, dude. I’d give anything for a fucking blowjob right now.”
“Really?” The friend reached for Jamie’s hard-on, and his fingers brushed the tip of it before Jamie scooted away.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?”
“You said you wanted a blowjob.”
“Not from you. I’m not gay.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I can’t suck your cock.”
“Uh, yeah. That’s exactly what it fucking means. I’ve never done that with a guy before.”
“It’s way better, dude. Guys know what guys want.” He reached again, and once again Jamie scooted away.
“I told you I’m not fucking gay, man,” Jamie said, standing up.
“Neither am I,” the friend said, climbing to his knees. “I just wanna show you something.”
“I need to get out of here. This is too weird.”
“Just let me do it for a minute,” the brunet pleaded. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Jamie looked around the beach, as though actually considering the proposition. He ran a hand through his hair again and sighed.
“It’s just a blowjob,” the man on his knees said, inching closer. “The best one you’ll ever have, I promise.” He hooked his fingers inside Jamie’s trunks. When Jamie didn’t recoil, the brunet gently eased the swimwear down, and Jamie’s cock sprang out, bobbing expectantly. “So fucking big.” And then he engulfed it, burying his nose in Jamie’s pubes.
“Aw, fuck, dude!” the blond groaned, throwing his head back. The clip cut to the two of them under a dock, Jamie holding his friend’s head in place while he relentlessly fucked his mouth. It jumped again, and the brunet was leaning forward, holding on to one of the poles, legs knee-deep in water while Jamie fucked him senseless.
“Pound that shit!” the brunet cried.
It cut one last time, and the two of them were on dry land, Jamie furiously beating his dick until cum exploded all over his friend’s face.
“How was that?”
“Fucking incredible.” Jamie panted. “I might wanna do that again.” And it cut to black, leaving Wade breathless and on the verge of beating off himself. He needed to see more.
He eyed the Join Now button, fully aware that he had no other option if he wanted to see the rest of that video. For a moment, he considered navigating away, but his dick throbbed, as if reminding him of the release it so desperately needed. He closed his eyes, trying to talk himself out of joining, but the image of Jamie railing that guy glared at him from behind his eyelids, daring him to do anything but watch.
“Fuck it,” he groaned, going though the necessary steps to finish watching the video. He chose a three-day membership for $2.95 and settled back, unusually excited.
It started in a different place this time, with Jamie and Derrick meeting up to discuss summer plans while Derrick was in town. Nearly four soul-rending minutes elapsed before they finally made it to the beach. The conversation the two of them had was more in-depth now, and the only reason Wade didn’t skip through was because something about all this exposition made the impending sex…hotter
. He couldn’t recall any time he’d seen more character development in porn, but he was so far past caring he’d damn near overlapped it.
The men on the computer screen moved on to talking about their girlfriends, which prompted Jamie’s comment from the trailer. One edge of Wade’s lips turned upward in a grin, and he palmed his dick instinctually. His eyes drifted closed, a small moan trickling from him.
By the time Derrick finally took Jamie’s cock in his mouth, Wade had pushed his underwear down past his thighs and fought not to stroke himself. He knew what he wanted to see. Jamie kept looking around, apparently making sure they didn’t have an audience, but after a few minutes, he suggested they move somewhere more private. The two of them walked for what seemed like miles before they finally came to a small dock, which they crept under without delay.
Jamie turned like a man on a mission and pulled Derrick close. “If you tell anybody about this, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I can’t talk with your cock in my mouth, now can I?”
“Then suck that shit.”
Derrick dropped to his knees without another word.
Wade wanted the groans to turn him off, but to the contrary, they excited him even more. Before he could stop, he found himself wondering once again what it would feel like for a man to give him head. Would it be any different from a female? Would he enjoy it more? Would he want to do it again? For ten minutes or more, the on-screen blowjob continued, but Wade still wasn’t bored. Damn if he wasn’t just as breathless and desperate as Jamie, almost as though it were his own climax on the line.
“Dude, I gotta fuck you.” Jamie groaned, his voice gruff.
Derrick looked up with tears in his eyes, lips bruised and swollen. “I wanna try something first.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Turn around for a second. And lean forward.”
“You’re not fucking me,” Jamie warned. He raised a finger for apparent emphasis.
“And as pretty as your ass is, I wouldn’t dream of it. There’s something else I want to do to it.”
“Something like what?”
“Stop asking so many fucking questions and turn around. Have I steered you wrong yet?”
Jamie looked hesitant, but finally he turned around and leaned in, hands resting on one of the support beams. Derrick spread Jamie’s cheeks apart before he planted his face inside.
The look on Jamie’s face… Wade couldn’t remember seeing anything so priceless. It went from shock to confusion to Maybe I kinda like this to Holy fucking shit, that’s good
in the space of a few seconds. After a while, Wade thought he could hear Jamie whimpering.
What would it be like to do that to somebody? To force sounds like that out of them with nothing more than his tongue?
“I want to try that.” Jamie looked like he couldn’t take much more.
“You sure about that, straight boy?”
Jamie smirked. “I’m a champ at eating pussy, dude. Your ass can’t be that much different.”
“Okay.” Derrick turned around and bent over, his hands under water.
All oxygen left the room as Wade watched Jamie eat Derrick’s asshole and prep him for the inevitable. By the time Jamie finally sank into him, Wade groaned right along with them, fisting his dick as Jamie held on to Derrick’s hips and fucked him mercilessly.
Wade’s entire world narrowed down to the two men on that screen, and he jerked himself, imagining being buried in some faceless man’s ass. He stroked in time with Jamie’s thrusts and came violently, his seed jettisoning from the tip and slapping him in the chin. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, his entire body seized save for the aftershocks that rocked him every few seconds.
The final vestiges of his orgasm released him about a minute before the video ended. He sat there, captivated, wondering how any one man could take such a pounding, but Derrick took it and begged for more. After both of them had come, Jamie pulled Derrick back to his feet and crushed their mouths together. Wade’s jaw dropped. He tried to recall if he had ever seen a kiss so amazingly hot and hungry; he couldn’t.
The video ended, and the urge to watch it again instantly overtook him. But already his hormones had started to recede, and reality set in. Had he really just done that?
He got up and grabbed a wad of tissues from the box next to the computer. He cleaned himself off, wanting to be disgusted, but his mind wouldn’t let him. Nothing had ever pushed his buttons quite that way before.
Since he’d hit puberty, he’d been denying his attraction to men, but maybe the time for denial was over. After all, college was all about experimentation, right? He could simply find someone to help him feed his urges. It couldn’t be that difficult. The idea had him so intrigued he nearly forgot that he didn’t know
anybody on campus who went that way.
Grumbling, he padded to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It had been years since he’d discovered masturbation, and still the first thing he did after beating off was wash. Something about the feel of dried semen on his skin was just gross.
The steady stream of hot water relaxed his muscles and helped his mind wander. He thought of the monologue he was performing for his theater midterm tomorrow and rehearsed it a little, but before long, he was thinking about fucking again. What would it feel like to have another man in here with him? How easy would it be for him to turn the guy around, push him up against the wall, and rail him like it was the last night of their lives? Before he could stop it, his dick grew stiff once more.
He swallowed hard as he stroked it, closing his eyes and imagining this geeky kid from his acting class. Zac, the guy’s name was, and while Wade had never found himself particularly attracted to the junior, he suddenly couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather have right now. He came quickly, Zac’s name tumbling from his lips.
For one delirium-fueled moment, he seriously considered approaching his classmate with a proposition. One night. No-holds-barred sex that neither of them would ever bring up again. Maybe even a kiss afterward.
But he shook the thought away. He couldn’t do that. Number one, Zac was probably straight. Number two, no one needed to know that he was having these feelings. He just had to sort them out. If he ignored them long enough, they would go away, right?
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. If they hadn’t gone away by now, they weren’t going any-fucking-where until he did something about them.
He finished his shower and went to bed, more conflicted than ever.