Page 48 of The Idiot

“Are you sure this is porn?” Jesse asks, his lips making a slurp sound as he draws off the bottle. “Where’s the chick?”

Exactly as I thought. My stomach does a flip, second-guessing myself. This might be the act that single-handedly kills our friendship once and for all, but I don’t make a move other than to retrieve the bottle when he hands it back.

The scene cuts to the men on the bed, both fully naked now. Gotta love the promptness of porn. I swear all the air has been sucked out of my cabin. I feel Jesse go still next to me. Oneactor gets on all fours, and the other makes his way around behind him.

“Here we go,” I croon like I’m excited for the epic rimming that’s about to begin.

My hand is practically shaking on my dick, but I give it a slow stroke underneath the fabric of my shorts, so that it’ll be obvious in case Jesse sees. The volume on the TV is loud enough that I can hear the slurps and alternating moans of pleasure as the guy starts going to town on the other’s hole.

I keep up my lazy strokes as long as I can, even shifting my hips a few times into my grip for show, but I can’t take the silence anymore. Turning my head, I find Jesse with his hand gripping tight over a bulge, staring slack-jawed. He’s not staring at the TV, though. He’s staring… atme. And then he swallows like there’s a lump in his throat the size of an apple as his gaze flicks down to my crotch.

Was he… watchingme?

I swear he’s hard. Now is not the time to see what I want to see.

“Did you just come in here to watch me jerk off? This was your idea,” I remind him.

My dare does exactly what I imagined it would, yet I never fathomed I would see what I’m seeing. Lips pressed together tight in defiance, he reaches in his shorts and draws out his cock like the full reveal is supposed to one-up me. My heart slams against my ribs.

His cock is hard and thick, the veins in it looking like they’re about to burst. He’s hard.

Jesse’s hard.

In my bed.

What is happening?

Choking down a mouthful of saliva, I tear my gaze away, directing it back to the TV. It suddenly feels like this dare backfired on me.

When is he going to freak out and leave? Why is he still here? Why is he hard?

Tugging the elastic of my shorts down over my hips, I draw my cock out to keep up in this stupid competition. The men have changed positions now. The giver is on his back getting one hell of a blowjob from the hotel receptionist. My stage fright took a backseat the second I saw Jesse’s perfect cock. I could come any minute given all the static swirling around my balls, but the fear of the unknown has my body holding back just enough to keep me in an agonizing limbo.

Can I really come in front of my best friend? We’re not dumb kids anymore. We’re… dumb adults. I didn’t think this would go this far.

“Yeah,” I rasp, deciding that narrating might make it too real for Jesse. He’s probably over there thinking about the damn titty bar or something, and I’m being a fucking idiot imagining this is some kind of sign of latent bisexuality in him. “Watch how he deepthroats him here. Fucking hot as hell.”

“Lube,” he croaks.

“What?” I pant, allowing myself to look over at him.

That was the wrong thing to do. Holy shit.

Cheeks flushed, chest arched, knees spread, he’s an absolute vision. Cock standing proud and upright in his grip, he whispers urgently, “Give me the lube.”

I can’t take my eyes off his dick. Not the deep angry red of it, not the ooze of precum from his tip. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it, swallow it, and hear him scream my name.

Something wicked, and selfish, and obsessed, and super horny makes me speak my next words without mercy. “It’s all gone.”

The soul-crushed look he flashes me is so damn beautiful, I’ll never forget it—Jesse, needing to come. Jesse needing to come while he’s only inches away from me.

Switching my grip on my dick to my other hand, I bring my lube-slathered palm up to my mouth and spit. His brows flinch and furrow at the sound, but then he follows the path of my hand as I reach for him.

My lungs are on fire, holding my breath as the damp dome of his cockhead kisses my palm. Swirling my offering around, I feel his cock twitch against my skin and hear him gasp, sending a zing to my nuts.

“There,” I rasp, nearly swallowing my tongue as I force my gaze back to the TV and try to pretend my face isn’t burning over my bold move or his reaction to it.

The pounding of my heartbeat in my ears has overtaken the sounds from the porn flick, but then another sound breaks through, and the mattress shifts underneath me. The repetitiveschicknoises to my right pair up with the slow jiggling of the bed, inspiring me to stop holding back.

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