Page 12 of Angel

I push my laptop away and lean forward, hands braced on my knees, and force myself to breathe. I feel funny all over. So hot that my brow is damp. Everything tingles and my clothes feel too tight and rough on my skin.

And I’m hard, I realize, as I cup myself. Oh my word, I’ve gotten an erection from staring at pictures of a naked Ricky—Rhys. Who is a guy. A man. How— What— I don’t?—

No, I shouldn’t be turned on by a man. I’m not gay. I’ve had girlfriends. I like women.

I close my eyes and try to conjure up an image of a naked woman. Boobs. Curves. Shapely legs. Long, silky hair. She giggles and tosses her hair over her bare, elegantly rounded shoulder. But when she peers back at me, it isn’t a woman at all—it’s Rhys.

My eyes fly open. I can still see him. The sparkle in his eyes. The tease of his smile. I squeeze myself through my jeans. The friction eases some of the pressure, but it’s not enough. I need… more, or less, I don’t know.

I don’t remember ever feeling like this before. Aroused when I don’t want to be. Achingly hard after only a few pictures. I don’t usually react this way. I’m not usually so responsive.

Dang it. I need to come. There’s no other way to get rid of this erection. I’m too worked up for it to go away on its own.

I close my eyes and try to imagine a woman again, but all my imagination gives me is Rhys. Rhys in the pink, sparkly thong. Rhys leaning against a bronze-colored pole, round bum sticking out. Rhys sprawled on some other guy’s lap, legs spread open, bulge on display.

I lean back, undoing my jeans with unsteady fingers. I stick my hand into my boxers and grip myself tight. I’m leaking enough pre-cum to slick up my palm—thank goodness, because I don’t know if I even have lube in the apartment.

The slide of my hand over my dick feels so good that my whole body shudders. But it’s still not enough. I need more.

I know where I can find more.

I sneak a glance at my laptop, my ears heating as if the stupid computer is judging me. Am I really going to look at porn? Of a guy I know? Gay porn? Even when I’m not gay?

My dick twitches in my hand and another I shudder again.

I don’t care anymore. It’s not like anyone will know. I’ll delete my browser history and it’ll be like it never happened.

I lift my hips off the couch and push my jeans and boxers down around my thighs. My laptop sits next to me, showing a series of thumbnails. I don’t look at them too closely, just click on a random one.

It starts playing and I forget to breathe. Rhys spins around a pole, rolling his body, arching it. He spreads his legs wide and holds himself there while the camera zooms in on the dark shadow between his ass cheeks. He goes to his knees. Writhes around on the floor.

Then someone else comes onto the stage—the same guy from the video I saw on Rhys’s phone. He’s fully clothed, while Rhys is only in a thong.

The other guy pulls out his dick and Rhys greedily sucks it down. He takes it all the way, eyes fluttering, spit leaking out the sides of his mouth. The guy fists Rhys’s hair and thrusts into his mouth. Rhys’s jaw hangs open as he lets the other guy use him.

I jerk myself harder and faster than I’ve done in a long time. I’m so close. So close.

The scene switches. Rhys is on all fours with the other guy taking him from behind. The narrow strip of fabric of his thong is pulled to the side, framing Rhys’s ass cheek. It’s so round, so plump. What would it feel like under my palm? Bouncing against my hips?

Oh shit, crap. My balls pull up tight.

The camera moves in for a close-up view of the guy’s dick sliding in and out of Rhys’s hole. It just… disappears. There one second, gone the next, then there again. But it’s not really gone, is it? It’s inside Rhys’s body. It’s inside Rhys.

“Shit. Shit.” My hand flies over my dick. I reach down with my other one to tug on my balls.

Inside Rhys. I could be inside Rhys. I want to be inside Rhys.

I come, arching off the couch as I spray myself. Ropes and ropes of cum shoot out of me, landing on my hand, my shirt. I don’t remember ever coming so hard before. I didn’t know it could take over my entire body like that.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t jerked off in a while, so all the cum has built up in my balls. But I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s because of Rhys.

CHAPTER

FIVE

RHYS

“No, brunch is only for us. No boyfriends allowed.”

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