Page 9 of Tempted

When he was gone, I set up my camera on the stand, took a few more shots, then switched to my phone. I preferred to do video with my phone, but I liked to use a camera for my stills. Don’t ask why, I just did. As I stroked my dick to full hardness, giving the camera a sultry look, my mind wandered to Bennett. I wondered what his dick was like. I doubted I’d ever find out. It was fun to play with curious boys, but this one hadn’t been ready for anything more, and that was okay. I just had to forget about how gorgeous he was, and how sweet, and how he was an amazing kisser.

I’d lose my infatuation with him soon enough. I had my uni work. My job. My friends. Other hot boys to corrupt, or to corrupt me. Either worked.

I kept my gaze averted from the corner of the room, where Bennett’s hoodie was draped carefully over my chair.

5

Almost three months had passed since Niccolò had kissed me, and I still couldn’t get him out of my head, no matter how hard I’d tried. I’d been on several dates with girls, I’d thrown myself into football and my uni work, and I’d continued my bi exploration through the internet. What was it about him? Maybe it was that he was so different to anyone else I’d ever met, and all I knew was that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He tempted me like no one else ever had.

Seated on my bed with the door locked so no one could disturb me, my finger hovered over the “subscribe” button. Fuck. Was I really going to do this?

It had taken me almost the full three months to crack and look up Niccolò’s FanBoyzOnly account. It had been easy enough to find, with the links from his social media profiles, but I’d resisted the temptation…until now.

Fuck it. I’d have a look.

There was nothing wrong with just a look, was there?

Lying back on my bed, I filled in my details, and then there he was. Niccolò Rossi, or as he was known as on his @nicorossx profile, Nico Ross. Performing arts student and adult content creator, with a profile packed full of sexually suggestive images that made my dick hard. Instantly.

I groaned out loud, my hand going to the tent in my sweatpants, rubbing over the head of my dick as I scrolled through the pictures. It looked like I had to pay extra to view any images of him fully nude or posing with other guys, and even more for videos, but fucking hell, he was so sexy in every single one of the images on display, I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing even more of him without coming in my fucking underwear like a teenager.

Yanking my sweatpants and boxers down, I fisted my cock, clicking on one of the images to enlarge it to fill my screen. Niccolò was standing facing the wall, his hands planted on the surface and his back arched. His face was half turned to the camera, in shadow, with just a glimpse of a little smile curving over his lips.

Lips I’d kissed. Lips I wanted to kiss again, now I was finally being honest with myself after three months of living in the land of denial.

My gaze trailed down the smooth, graceful lines of his body to his delicious-looking ass. I groaned, my dick leaking precum as I stroked up and down my length, imagining sliding it between those perfect ass cheeks and inside him. How would he feel? Would he moan for me? Would he let me fuck him hard and fast, or take it slow?

My orgasm came out of nowhere, my cock pulsing in my grip as cum shot over my abs. Panting, I dropped the phone to the bed, loosening my hold on my softening erection.

Fuck.

I scrubbed my hand across my face as I fumbled for tissues to clean up the mess all over my stomach. This wasn’t going away, was it? No doubt, Niccolò would’ve forgotten all about me by now, but for me, there was no forgetting. Believe me, I’d tried for three fucking months. Nothing worked.

The problem was, I didn’t really have anyone I could talk to about this kind of thing. I knew a few of the guys on the football team were something other than straight, but I didn’t know any of them well enough to talk to about anything serious.

At a loss, I showered and threw on joggers and a grey LSU hoodie, and after grabbing my keys and phone, let myself out of my halls of residence building, and headed in the direction of the student union.Hopefully, it would distract me from my thoughts.

At the bar, I ordered a pint of Doom Bar and then made my way over to the retro game machines, for lack of anything else to do. As I neared the machines, I noticed Ander playing a fruit machine at the end of the row, with Liam next to him, leaning against the wall behind his boyfriend, Noah. His arms were wrapped around Noah’s waist, his chin hooked over his shoulder, as the two of them laughed at something Ander was saying.

Engrossed in their conversation and whatever was happening with the machine, they hadn’t noticed me. I gulped down half of my pint and then forced myself to move. When I drew closer, Liam’s head shot up, his gaze flying to mine. He took me in, giving me a genuine smile, cocking his head in an invitation. Returning his smile, I came to a stop in front of the three of them. They welcomed me, exchanging greetings and small talk about the team and our courses, and I began to relax. By the time I’d drained the final dregs of my pint, I was in a much better mood than I had been earlier.

“Want another? I’ll get a round in.” I tapped the side of my empty glass.

Noah glanced at his watch. “Shit! I’m supposed to be meeting Elliot and the rest of the running club in five minutes for our social thing.” Downing the remains of his drink, he slammed the glass down on the high table we’d clustered around, before hopping off his stool. “Thanks for the offer. I’ll take you up on it next time.”

“Deal.” I smiled at him.

Liam caught his wrist, tugging Noah into him. “I’ll see you back at home later. Have fun, yeah?” He kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, uncaring of the fact that I was staring at them both. Something inside me flipped or jumped—it was a feeling I couldn’t even begin to explain.

I had no idea what expression was on my face, but Ander leaned into me, speaking in a low voice. “Is it…uh, does it make you uncomfortable?”

My head snapped around, my eyes taking in his wary expression. I shook my head violently. “No. Fuck, no. I have no problem at all.” Stopping to think about it for a second, I shook my head again. “It’s not…I guess I never really had any gay friends growing up, so I haven’t really been around, um, people that aren’t straight—as far as I know, at least—but why should it be any different to Liam kissing a girl, y’know? That’s not the point. It’s…” I trailed off, burying my face in my arms with a groan. “I haven’t had enough alcohol for this conversation.”

There was a scraping sound, and when I lifted my head again, in front of me was a fresh pint, a shot glass brimming with a clear liquid, and two of my teammates who were looking at me with identical expressions on their faces—still wary, but intrigued.

“Drink up, and then you can tell us what’s going on.” Ander flashed me a grin, lifting his shot glass.

I nodded in acknowledgement and drank.

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