Page 44 of Grave Misgivings
Absentmindedly I grab myself, because I can not go down this road. I fucking can’t.
The video plays automatically and I can’t tear my gaze away from the screen.
“Hey there, thanks for checking out my channel. If it’s your first time here, hi. I’m Zeb. I play a little bit of everything, but Katy—” My sister’s laugh can be heard in the background, telling him to “shut up.”
“Katy thinks my covers might interest you, so let’s see if she’s right.”
Suddenly, the voice on the phone fits the person I see. I watch as he strums his guitar, the beginning chords of a familiar pop song filling the darkness around me.
Strangers, by Kenya Grace. I recognize it because Jinger isobsessedwith it and she’s always sending me songs to listen to.
His voice is still so fucking good.
Better.
I watch his thick fingers strum the chords, noticing the way his muscles flex in his arms, his wrist as he does so. He glances up at the camera, smirking at me, and I know I’m in danger.
Oh, fuck.
His lips curve into a devilish smile as he sings about knowing someone so well, but then they fade intostrangers.
It feels intimate. Personal. The way he sings, performs. Looks at the camera.
My cock throbs and I feel a bloom of wetness against the pad of my thumb as he croons about getting in the car and leaning over to kiss someone.
No, not someone.
A guy.
Because Zeb is gay.
He kissesmen.
The thought, the reality should make me feel betrayed, lied to, something.
But all I can think about as I watch him, listen to his perfect voice, is how fucking hard I am.
I’m so hard ithurts.
I close my eyes, swallowing hard as his voice fills the room, sliding my hand over my cock, building a steady rhythm as that breathy “uh huh” uttered out of his mouth drives me over the edge into oblivion.
It doesn’t take long for me to come. Not at all.
I don’t even have to try this time, it just happens. Naturally.
My head falls back against the headboard and I close my eyes, groaning in blissful relief.
“Thanks for listening,” he croons, his voice dark and sultry.
I open my eyes, and the guilt commences as I catch my breath, my cock pulsing still as cum drips down my shaft.
“Don’t be a stranger.” He winks and then it’s over.
I close my phone, reality dawning on me that I just came in my fucking pants like I was fourteen again.
Watchinghim.
The knot in my stomach returns, and I think maybe my sister’s wrong.
