Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend 4)

Talon: I don’t know what that means.

Well, that one’s easy to reply to.

Me: Neither do I.

Talon: Kinda surprised you didn’t push me away. Or punch me.

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

I was too drugged up.

I was two seconds away from pushing you up against a wall and fucking your mouth with my tongue.

Delete, delete, delete!

Me: It’s not like I hadn’t thought about stuff like that happening before …

I shouldn’t send this one either. It’s playing with fire. A little voice in the back of my head that sounds a hell of a lot like the Talon I used to know whispers in my ear. “Here are some matches. Have at it.”

I hold my breath as I hit send.

Talon: Really?

Rationalize, my brain tells me.

Me: We’ve shared a lot of girls. Done a lot of crazy and kinky shit with them. Are you saying you’ve never thought about it?

Talon: Not until recently, no.

I shouldn’t be surprised or hurt when I knew that was going to be his answer. Instead, I should be focused on the point that he’s thinking about it now. But that’s the thing. He’s only contemplating it now. Experimenting. Thinking he could like dick after seeing two guys get it on. That has nothing to do with me. I did the exploring thing when I was in college. I’ve played out the fantasies running through Talon’s brain right now, and I came to terms with being on the straighter end of the Kinsey scale but still very much bi. What if he doesn’t? He could kiss me again and say “Nope. Definitely straight.”

Will I resent him for crushing me? Worst of all, would I be able to recover from that?

Marcus Talon has the power to break me, and he doesn’t even know it.

Talon: Have I freaked you out?

Guess I’m taking too long to respond.

Me: Nah. Takes more than curiosity to scare me off.

Talon: You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.

Me: It killed it?

Talon: Nah, it turned him gay.

I can’t help but laugh even though I probably shouldn’t.

Me: That’s a horrible joke, even for you.

Talon: I’m a little out of my element here.

Me: Man, if this message thread didn’t have so much private stuff on here, I’d have to screenshot that. Mr. Know-it-all is out of his element? Oh shit, does admitting that mean you’re no longer eligible for MVP? Don’t you multi-time winners know EVERYTHING?

Talon: Are you sure you want to taunt me about this? You know what happens when I’m challenged.

Me: Somehow, I don’t see you becoming an expert in everything gay just to prove a point.

Talon: Oh, it’s on. Wrong move, Miller.

Wrong or idiotic? I haven’t completely decided yet.

Chapter Nine

TALON

I can do this. It’s just porn. Gay porn, but that’s still porn. It’s sex, and who doesn’t like that?

My finger hovers above numerous thumbnails of guys in various positions, but some of the titles scare me off. Like: Brutal Fuck. Fast&Hard. Torn New One. Bottom Passes Out. Monster Cock in Tight Ass.

If I’m clenching at the sight of the titles, I’d hate to see how I’ll react to watching the damn clips.

I glance at the hotel door and check how long Jackson’s been gone. He’s using the hotel gym for a light workout before our game tonight, but he hasn’t been gone long, so I should have enough time to explore. I’ve been putting this off since my last conversation with Miller, but busting a nut is a pregame ritual. It helps me relax and clear my mind and get ready to kick ass on the field.

An innocent-enough-looking clip catches my eye—two guys standing fully clothed in a kitchen. The scene begins with them saying cheesy dialogue like every other porno I’ve watched.

However, unlike others I’ve seen, this one skips from fully clothed to fully fledged up-close fucking with dicks and balls flapping in all directions.

Well, that escalated quickly.

I frantically hit the giant X in the corner to get the clip to go away. That’s not really what I’m looking for.

Maybe I need to start slow. I look up threesomes with two guys and one girl where there’s also man-on-man action, but after watching a couple of them, I come to the conclusion the porn industry has a hole in their market: bi guys who actually want to have sex with men as well as women. The ones where the guys do kiss or give blowjobs, it’s awkward and looks like they’re not doing it willingly. I’ve heard of gay for pay but thought it’d be a bit more convincing than that. Reluctance is not sexy.

Maybe I’m on the wrong site for the kind of thing I’m looking for.

I never realized how fussy and complicated my dick could be until I go through countless clips, not getting into any of them. They’re hot, and I’m hard, but none are giving me that urgency—the need to get off because I can’t take it anymore.