Gay porn.
Steadying the laptop beside me on the mattress, I did a quick Google search, almost giving up on my mission when one of the top hits was Ryder sucking off some skinny Asian dude. He’d been out of the game a while now but his alter ego, Kyle King, was clearly still a popular choice. Determined, I blinked away the weirdness of seeing someone I considered family gagging on a dick, and carried on scrolling.
Bingo.
I stopped on a video featuring two fairly hot guys. That meant nothing so far. I’d always considered myself straight, sure, but not blind. I could appreciate a good-looking man. Usually while watching porn I’d skip the ridiculously lame acting that set up the scene, but this was an experiment and I refused to cut corners.
Finally, once the realtor had finished giving the prospective buyer a tour of the apartment, naturally ending in the bedroom, I reached down and splayed my fingers over my limp dick. The guy looking to buy the place asked if he could ‘test’ out the bed. Lying back on the crisp, white sheets, he bounced up and down a couple of times, moaning and sighing as he did. Clearly it was the comfiest mattress in the world. So comfy, the realtor just had to join him and find out for himself. And then whaddya know…the sheer luxuriousness of it gave them both instantaneous erections.
Cheesy acting over, they dragged out the kissing for longer than I thought necessary, but I persevered until the clothes started to come off. That was when the party really started. By the time the realtor had finished giving his client a blowjob, my cock was hard and weeping in my hand. I couldn’t be sure if that was because of the two guys, who were now fucking on the floor, or because I’d been tugging at it for the last few minutes. In hindsight I should’ve left the big guy alone to see if the guys on screen could’ve gotten him excited without my help.
Ah, fuck it.
My experiment went flying out of the window and got run over by a big ass truck. My balls were throbbing, my cock twitching in desperation beneath my fingers. My only goal now was to come as hard and fast as I could. I knew it wouldn’t take long. Heat crawled across my neck as I bucked my hips into the bed. I reached down with my free hand, gently tugging on my ball sac as my other hand fisted my dick so fast the movement became a blur. Moaning into the air, I felt the familiar tingle in my spine as pressure started to build in my belly.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I cried out to nobody, my eyes locked on the laptop screen as the realtor’s load dive-bombed into the other guy’s mouth. My own release followed immediately, my tight balls drawing up into my body as my dick sprayed hot cum all over my stomach. It was times like this I missed my mirrored ceilings. I used to love watching myself jerk off. Who wouldn’t? I looked hot as fuck. I was forced to have them replaced, however, when my mom refused to clean them any longer after she almost fell from the stepladder, pulling a muscle in her back.
After regaining my breath, I snapped the laptop closed and climbed to my feet before cleaning myself up. I had to give credit to gay porn for the fact, once the shitty acting was out of the way and they got down to business, the interaction between the two men was way more realistic, with far less amateur dramatics, than any regular straight porn I’d seen. There usually came a point I’d find myself wishing the chick would just shut the fuck up. Seriously, in all my years of experience, I’d never once made a woman scream louder than a strangled hyena just by blowing on one of her nipples.
Hmm, I thought, deciding the results of my experiment were inconclusive. I needed advice. Again. So, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and texted Sawyer.
Me: U busy?
It started ringing in my palm almost immediately, Sawyer’s miserable face illuminating the screen. I swear it wouldn’t have hurt him to smile for a photo once in a while.
“’Sup, dude?” he said when I picked up.
“So I just jerked off to gay porn and-”
“Jesus, Matt. Remember what we said about over sharing?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. This is important. What do you think it means?”
“Um…that you like watching porn? I could’ve told you that before this conversation.”
“But it was gay porn.”
“Sex is sex. Wanna know what I really think?”
“That’s why I texted you, dumbass.”
“I think…” Sawyer drew in a long, frustrated breath. “I think you need to… Talk. To. Alex.”
“Well you’ve been absolutely no help whatsoever.”