The Best Friend (Red's Tavern 1)

This was my first time watching gay porn, and the moment their dicks came out, I started to get a little wary. It was strange, looking at random guys like this. For a moment, my own erection flagged, and I started to get a little bit wary.

Maybe I didn’t like this.

Maybe it wasn’t something I could do.

I let my eyes flutter shut and I just listened to the faint sound coming from the laptop. One of the guys—the gay one—kept telling the straight guy to relax, and that everything was going to be okay so long as he gave him his cum.

A little porny and ridiculous, maybe, but…

I started to imagine that the guy was Evan, and my cock stiffened right back up.

This was better. I kept my eyes shut, only listening to the sounds, and I let myself picture in my head that all of this was something Evan was doing instead of the random men on the screen.

I finally wrapped my fist around my cock, starting to stroke. Maybe I wasn’t ready for gay porn, but I was definitely ready for this. Thinking of Evan made me feel comfortable, and thinking of his hands and mouth on my cock made me incredibly turned on.

I could probably even come from it.

I let the video run, touching myself to the sounds. I knew that in the video, one of the guys was letting the other one tongue against his hole, which seemed unimaginably filthy and hot to me.

There was another, louder sound that I tried to ignore, but when it happened again, my eyes opened.

“Oh, God,” I muttered, my adrenaline surging. My door was half open, and Evan was standing in the doorway.

“Fuck,” I heard him whisper. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know—”

“Holy Christ, Ev, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” I said, my heart slamming in my chest. I tossed the laptop to the side and got out of bed, walking over to the doorway. I pulled Evan inside my room and looked down the hallway, making sure Zach’s door at the opposite end was still shut.

Then I closed the door to my room and took a long, deep breath in.

“I’m so sorry,” Evan repeated, his eyes wide. The room was mostly dark, but the glow of my laptop cast everything in a dim, blue hue.

“Why didn’t you knock?” I asked.

“I did,” he said. “I tried to knock quietly so that it wouldn’t wake Zach up.”

I nodded. “Right. Good. No, I’m glad. I didn’t realize you were still awake, Ev.”

“I got up to get some water, and then I couldn’t fall asleep again…” he trailed off, and I knew his eyes were on my laptop. It was still sitting on one side of my bed, propped open.

And the screen was currently displaying a very big, very hard cock, with another man’s face right above it.

“Oh,” Evan said, clearly in shock.

My cheeks flared hot, but at the same time, my cock stirred under my sweatpants.

“I was…”

“You were…” Evan replied, clearly not knowing what to say. “Jesus Christ, that is fucking hot.”

I glanced back at the screen. “These guys? I thought they were okay, but the way they looked didn’t really do that much for me—”

“No,” Evan said, looking back up at me. “It’s hot that you were in here watching that.”

Now I was blushing again, even more.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” I asked.

“Are you out of your mind, Mitch?” he said. He reached out, gently taking my hand and placing it over his pants. I could feel that he was hard, too.

“You’re still in those pants?” I asked.

He shrugged one shoulder. “It’s all I have. That’s part of why I came in here, to ask if you had any shorts or sweatpants for me.”

I swallowed hard. “We’re going to have to get you out of those pants.”

My palm was still placed right over his cock, and I felt it throb as I said it.

Evan’s lips were on mine in another moment and I groaned as I felt his touch. He pushed me backward toward the bed and I hitched my arms around his hips, pulling him down on top of me. I reached out, blindly fumbling for my laptop.

“Oh, you done with the porn?” Evan asked, teasing, before taking my lower lip between his teeth.

I reached over, tossing the laptop down onto the floor. “I have much better things to do now,” I said.

“God, how do you always smell so fucking good?” Evan murmured against my neck, sucking a slow kiss against the side. It was like I could feel how much he wanted me, like it was radiating off of his body like heat. I fucking loved when he was on top of me like this, surrounding me completely. It felt like he was my whole world. I bucked my hips up against him.