Page 51 of The Idiot

CHAPTER 15

Jesse

Shit. I’m dick-stabbing him again.

How can I have morning wood after I nearly busted a nut last night? Like, I legit thought my nuts were going to bust.

Shifting, I stifle a groggy groan as more lucidness hits me. Now that my body knows I’m awake, I have to pee.

Damn it. I don’t want to get up. He’s so warm and smells like home.

The soft glow of morning light seeping in through the balcony doors blankets over the bed. Why is his mattress so much more comfortable than mine? It’s really shitty of a cruise line to have such a disparity in the comfort levels of their cabins.

Sighing, I slide my legs over the edge of the bed, careful not to wake the beast. Maybe if he gets enough rest, he won’t be a crab-ass today. Plus, he sure as shit doesn’t need to see my hard-on after his bitchy throat punch comment last night. Dramatic much? He would never throat punch me, the liar.

Flicking on the bathroom light, I spot a patch of dried cum on my stomach. Ew. Guess I missed a spot last night. No way was I getting out of bed for a proper cleanup, though. KnowingMurph, he’d have shoved me out the door as soon as I made for the bed again. We’ve been camping together before. What’s the big deal about sharing a bed?

Leaning over the bowl, I grip my dick to take aim and shudder at its sensitivity. One too many dry strokes last night before…

My cock twitches in my hand at the memory of Murph’s spit-covered palm capping the tip of my dick. It did that last night when he touched me. That was kind of strange. Right?

I don’t think a guy has ever touched my dick before, not even a doctor. I mean, it was just a hand, and if any other dude touched my dick besides me, I guess I’d choose for it to be Murph. I’ve just never imagined a situation where he’d ever be touching it, or… while I was aroused.

But now he has…

And now my nuts are tingling thinking about it, just like they did last night.

That feels… pervy of me. Shit. I’m a terrible friend.

I think this really is a sex cruise. Because I swear I’m horny again. Yesterday was Boner City.

First, those dancers last night—man, those guys can move. They were so confident and happy, and yet classy. I’ve never seen guys act like that—half-naked guys, dancing for other guys. It was… sexy? Is that the right word?

I don’t know. I’m not gay or bisexual, so what do I know? But I can understand why they seemed to enjoy themselves as much as the crowd. Who wouldn’t enjoy feeling that wanted and admired? Hell. They even had me admiring them. My stomach was all warm and giddy. They should get a raise if they can do that to a straight guy.

Laughing at myself, I shake out and turn to the sink, stealing one of Murph’s washcloths. He won’t miss it. They probably restock the fancy cabins three times a day. It’s his fault I got cum all over me, anyway.

Okay. Why is my dick twitching again? My hand freezes where I’m swiping at my stomach. I’m not so sure I can blame the twitches on the sex cruise. What else would it be, then? The memory of Murph’s strong, warm, slobbery hand on my dick while I watched porn?

Nonsense. He was just helping me out. It was probably the porn. That porn was… um, different?

Another twitch.

Shit. What is going on with me?

Man, this is so confusing.

Looking in the mirror, I decide it’s time for what I like to call a come-to-Jesse moment, since I have the privacy of the bathroom right now. Staring at my flushed cheeks, I can’t hide what I hid from Murph last night after we got off. I thought for a moment about admitting to him that the sight of those two guys being so open and into each other was kind of hot in its own unique way, but… well, he just looked so deranged and grumpy. I could tell he was about to pull another one of his closing up routines he’s been doing lately. It seemed more imperative to de-escalate the situation than to pick his brain about why I busted a nut over two dudes fucking.

What in the hell is—

Is that a dick in his shower?

Spinning around, the reflection I saw in the mirror reveals itself in all its silicone glory. Stuck to the shower wall, it’s pointing right at me, making its presence known. I was not alone in here after all.

Is that part of the Gaytoberfest amenities? Do only the fancy cabins come with a dick?

WasIsupposed to get a dick?

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