Page 25 of Dire Straights

Would Ren have been that eager for me if we’d ended up going that far? I knew I shouldn’t think about it, but the way he’d groaned while he’d sucked my neck, like he was starving for me… I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And he’d called me Maddy. Like I was something cute and precious that he found really adorable. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, even though no one could see me or hear my thoughts.

“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” The dark-haired guy’s dialogue snapped my attention back to the screen.

“Mm, please. So fucking ready.” The blonde spread his legs even wider, showing a pink hole that was already shiny with lube. I didn’t know too much about gay sex, but he was obviously prepped and ready to go.

They were actually going to fuck. My dick throbbed as I swallowed hard. I’d pretty much tested my theory out. I was leaking precum into my boxers watching two guys mess around.I was definitely not straight. I could have turned the video off, but there was no way in hell I was doing that now.

“How do you want it?”

The blonde responded by flipping over onto his stomach and lifting his ass into the air. “Fuck me really deep.”

The dark-haired guy’s cock was thick and hard, straining up against his abs. Would that whole thing seriously fit into that tiny hole? It seemed like it would be painful. When he stuck two fingers in, stretching him a little first, I was kind of relieved. I remembered how big Ren’s cock had felt, even through his jeans. He would definitely need to stretch me out before…

Oh, god. Jesus Fucking Christ. Not only was I bi, and not only did I have a crush on a math-loving, sports-clueless geek, but I was fantasizing about him fucking me in the ass. Groaning, I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. Did I have to be a bottom on top of everything else? Why did everything in my life have to be so fucking embarrassing? I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

But he’d been so good at taking control of everything. I didn’t want to call any of the girls I’d ever hooked up with to verify, but I was pretty sure he was way better at it than me. And if he’d been that good at just kissing me… The memory of his hips grinding on me at exactly the right pace and pressure had more precum oozing from my slit. He’d probably be such a good fuck. He’d do whatever I wanted. If I wanted it slow and gentle, he’d be sweet for me. And if I wanted it rougher, I knew he could pound me into the mattress. Whimpering, I pulled my cock out, stroking it slowly at first. Was I really jerking off to the thought of Ren Suzuki fucking me? But all the slick precum made the glide of my hand so easy, I couldn’t stop.

A gasping moan, louder than anything yet, exploded from the blonde as his boyfriend fingered him. “I’m ready,” he whined, wiggling his ass against the dark-haired guy’s hand. “I need it.”

I watched, mesmerized, biting down into my lower lip, as he lined his cock up with the tight hole, pushing in. Again, the blonde guy moaned, arching his back even more as the entire length disappeared inside him. They fucked hard, the sound of wet, smacking flesh filling up the tiny area around me from my phone speaker. The bottom was moaning uncontrollably as his ass was filled over and over.

I obviously didn’t have any experience with it, but I knew what a prostate was. And watching how blissed out this blonde twink was, I was pretty sure it had to feel amazing having it hit like that. He could have been faking the moaning, but there was no way to fake how hard his cock stayed, swaying between his legs with each thrust. Thick, clear fluid leaked from his tip to drip down onto the sheets. Could Ren make me feel that good? Would he know how to press that hot little button inside me?

When the top suddenly wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled him up onto his knees so they were vertical, I had to give the base of my dick a hard squeeze to try and stave off my orgasm. I didn’t want to come yet, but it felt so fucking good. My hips were moving now, tiny little thrusts as I fucked my own fist. I prayed no one was outside near my bedroom door that could hear me softly moaning.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there.” His moans were getting higher and higher, until he was practically sobbing. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” He cried out, and then went totally stiff and still. White ropes of come spurted out of him to splat onto the bed. I covered my mouth, moaning against my palm as I finished, trying to catch most of mine in my hand so I didn’t have a big mess to clean up. But it came out so hard and so fast, spilling out over my fingers and peppering the front of my t-shirt.

Panting heavily, I watched as the top groaned out his pleasure, thrusting hard as he came. When he was done, heslipped out of the blonde’s hole. It clenched and twitched as white, pearly come dripped out. The dark-haired guy stroked his thumb over it, kind of affectionately, before giving the blonde guy a sloppy, loving kiss.

Closing out the video and exiting incognito mode to erase the tab, I sighed heavily. I wasn’t ready to move yet to clean myself up. The muscles in my thighs were still twitching from how hard I’d come.

I knew logically, there was nothing wrong with being bisexual. But I also knew it would change how everyone viewed me. It would cause problems with my teammates. People would assume things, even if they didn’t know me. It would make my life harder.

But I didn’t think there was any going back now. Even if I never talked to Ren again, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to just forget all the ideas I’d had just now. I wasn’t going to just forget that I’d jerked off, and come really fucking hard, to the idea of having my ass pounded. But if it wasn’t with Ren… I tried to think about all the guys I knew. I couldn’t even imagine kissing them, let alone spreading my legs for them.

Maybe I could buy a… Toy. Something I could fuck myself with. I didn’t know anything about that stuff, but there had to be plenty of online guides about it. Maybe it would be better that way, anyway. I wouldn’t have to worry about the humiliation aspect of admitting I wanted to bottom.

Even if I set the sexual part aside, I was also pretty sure there was no going back in terms of liking a guy. Not liking him, butlikinghim. Now that I’d been ensnared in the sticky web of big stupid glasses and nervous stuttering and terminally delighted exclamations, I was done for. And it was my stupid, moronic, idiotic fault I wasn’t with him now.

After a bit of time passed and I started to regain the use of my muscles again, I cleaned up and got dressed, tossing mysoiled t-shirt into the hamper, pulling on a fresh one and a pair of sweats. I sort of wanted to wallow in self-pity, mourning the fact that now all I could think about was being topped by a guy who I wasn’t sure I could ever face again, but that was a little too pathetic.

When I opened my bedroom door, I was assaulted by a delicious aroma wafting in from the kitchen. Making my way down the hall and peeking around the corner, I saw one of my housemates, Cyprian, standing in the kitchen, a whole slew of ingredients scattered around the counter, and a bubbling pot on the stove.

“Hi, Maddox,” he greeted me with a friendly tone and a little wave. Cyprian was friendly and chill. Not like some other annoying ass roommate I could think of.

He didn’tlooklike the type of guy who’d be standing in a kitchen chopping celery. He had broad shoulders and really defined muscles, way more built than me, and a half sleeve of dark tattoos covering one of his forearms. His head was shaved on one side, with short dreads on the other. He’d actually told me he’d trained for MMA fighting for years as a teen, but had changed his mind in his senior year of high school and dropped it altogether. Now he was in a culinary program at the college, and taking business classes in restaurant management. It felt like a super ironic change to me, but hey, that was his business.

“You making something for class?” I asked, walking in.

He dumped the cutting board of celery chunks into the pot. “Nah, for Caelyx.”

“You’re making food for Caelyx?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Can we put some rat poison in it?”

He laughed, but shook his head at me. “He’s been kind of going through it, so I thought having some food around he can just heat up might help.”

“By going through it, you mean he’s having some struggles with running the underworld and controlling the souls of the damned and all that?” I asked. When Cyprian only stared, I went on. “Because he’s the devil?”

“Aw, come on. He’s not that bad. I like him.”

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