Page 112 of Knockin' Boats
“Like Mel,” Sawyer said flatly.
Damn it. Why did it always come back to Mel?
“Sawyer—”
He grasped my face and kissed me hard. “No, forget I said anything. We’ve both been with women. It’s confusing. I get it.”
I nodded, mute.
“I just…I’ve never watched gay porn or read erotica or anything. This is more of a surprise for me, I guess.”
“Yeah. Well, it’s still new to me. The actual doing it part.”
Sawyer nodded. “I’m, uh, gonna grab a shower. We should probably call it a night.”
He climbed out of the bed and opened the top drawer of his dresser. He pulled out two pairs of basketball shorts and tossed me the red ones.
“Here. You can sleep in these.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You want me to wear your clothes?”
“It’s late and I don’t want to drag your ass back to the houseboat, so yeah.”
“You sure that’s the only reason you want your clothes all over my naked body?” I teased.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re such a cheesy flirt.”
“I know, but you love it.” I grinned. “Come back soon so I can tease you some more.”
Sawyer flipped me the bird on his way to the shower. I changed into the shorts, my cock half-hard after our little chat about porn.
The water continued to run in the next room, and the image of Sawyer’s naked, wet body in my mind was too much for me. I reached down and squeezed my aching cock. Between Sawyer all naked in the shower and the gay porn we’d talked about…
An idea took shape.
I opened his laptop and navigated to a porn site I’d started watching. It had straight porn and gay, and after Sawyer and I kissed the first time, I’d fallen into watching more of the gay vids, imagining what it would be like to enact those scenes with Sawyer.
The shower cut off, and Sawyer came out, rubbing a towel through his hair. His damp chest glistened, and my cock went from half hard to raging boner so fast my head spun.
“Hey, what are you…”
A moan erupted from the laptop speakers, and his gaze flew to the screen. Where two men were making out.
“You’re watching porn.”
“I thought maybe you’d like to check it out?” I said tentatively. “But only if you want?”
Sawyer stood frozen, eyes locked on the screen, not speaking as a muscled-up jock type yanked the shorts off a cute but nerdy ginger and shoved his thighs apart.
His dick—looking massive against his skinny twink frame—was exposed on the screen.
“Sawyer?”
He dragged his gaze to me and licked his lips. “Leave it on.”
I nodded and patted the bed. “Then come sit.”
Sawyer eased onto the bed beside me. He vibrated with tension as he watched the scene play out on the laptop.
