“You tell
me all that bullshit, remember.”
I admit it; my cock gave a lurch at that. The thought of Ty filling his brother in on what exactly he’d been getting up to. I didn’t think I was a voyeur, or even just a plain pervert, but the idea of them sharing details of their exploits was enough to give me a thrill.
“So you’re wondering if that means you can’t be straight now?” he asked, and I
nodded again, not quite trusting my voice. “And you feel wrong for enjoying all the gay sex shit, yeah?”
I nodded another time, trying to shift inconspicuously in my seat so that I could
hopefully rearrange my erection in the process. I kinda wished I’d changed into some sweatpants when I got home, because my jeans were feeling pretty tight.
“Even just thinkin’ about it is enough, eh?” Louis laughed, I guess catching me in the act. I stuck my middle finger up at him, pushed my dick over in my boxers.
“Just remembering the handjob you gave me,” I shot back, getting a chuckle out of
Ty in the process. Louis’s expression was unrepentant.
“So you and this dude…” Ty said, pulling us back on topic. “You like him?”
I frowned. I mean, obviously I liked Craig. Would I be doing the stuff we were
doing if I didn’t?
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“There’s a difference between liking a guy for who he is and liking him for getting your rocks off in his tight hole,” Ty pointed out. I probably blushed again, though my dick gave another twitch.
“I guess I haven’t really spent much time with him…not…”
“Fucking,” Louis interjected, finishing my sentence. I nodded my agreement, my
voice still untrustworthy.
Ty sat back on the couch, slowly rubbing his hands on a napkin. I had to say, for
all that I was talking about—and aroused by the thought of—Craig, I wasn’t blind to how good Ty looked. Kinda like Louis but amped up, obviously a couple years older.
His T-shirt pulled tight across his chest, while his jeans fit snugly against the not-inconspicuous bulge of his crotch. I found myself wondering how he measured up to
what I knew Louis had going on down there.
I wasn’t quite sure when I’d gone from looking at girls to guessing how big guys’
cocks were. It’s not like it had been a sudden change, like a switch getting thrown. But it also didn’t feel like it had been a long-dormant part of me that had always been
waiting, getting ready to wake up in the right circumstances.
Louis had told me he thought sexuality was fluid, but it seemed too easy—and too
unbelievable—to imagine that it was so much the case that I could randomly be
attracted to one guy while still being ostensibly straight elsewhere. And even if that was the case, then why was I turned on by Louis and for that matter by his brother?
No, there was something more to this, I just wasn’t sure whether it was something
I was willing to face up to yet. Even though I would’ve thought it would be the
opposite way, in actual fact the physical act of screwing a guy was easier to accept, mentally, I mean. It was coming to terms with the related feelings that was messing with my brain.
“Look, anyone want a drink?” I stood up, half-turning as soon as I did, trying to
hide my erection a little. Louis nodded; Ty shook his head. “Coke okay?”
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I headed into the kitchen as he told me “sure.” I pulled two cans out of the fridge, set them on the counter, and gripped its edges with my hands. Head down, I made a
weak attempt to get my brain around the situation I found myself in.
“Trust me; I know it feels fucked-up.”
Ty’s voice shook me out of my reverie, its tone low and close behind my shoulder.
I turned, back to the counter edge, and found he stood near to me, just a step or so away, a pensive, thoughtful look on his face. I bit my lip.
“Kyle,” he started, closing the distance between us. I could smell the faintest hint of his aftershave lingering on his skin as he
me all that bullshit, remember.”
I admit it; my cock gave a lurch at that. The thought of Ty filling his brother in on what exactly he’d been getting up to. I didn’t think I was a voyeur, or even just a plain pervert, but the idea of them sharing details of their exploits was enough to give me a thrill.
“So you’re wondering if that means you can’t be straight now?” he asked, and I
nodded again, not quite trusting my voice. “And you feel wrong for enjoying all the gay sex shit, yeah?”
I nodded another time, trying to shift inconspicuously in my seat so that I could
hopefully rearrange my erection in the process. I kinda wished I’d changed into some sweatpants when I got home, because my jeans were feeling pretty tight.
“Even just thinkin’ about it is enough, eh?” Louis laughed, I guess catching me in the act. I stuck my middle finger up at him, pushed my dick over in my boxers.
“Just remembering the handjob you gave me,” I shot back, getting a chuckle out of
Ty in the process. Louis’s expression was unrepentant.
“So you and this dude…” Ty said, pulling us back on topic. “You like him?”
I frowned. I mean, obviously I liked Craig. Would I be doing the stuff we were
doing if I didn’t?
72|ALEX PENDRAGON
“There’s a difference between liking a guy for who he is and liking him for getting your rocks off in his tight hole,” Ty pointed out. I probably blushed again, though my dick gave another twitch.
“I guess I haven’t really spent much time with him…not…”
“Fucking,” Louis interjected, finishing my sentence. I nodded my agreement, my
voice still untrustworthy.
Ty sat back on the couch, slowly rubbing his hands on a napkin. I had to say, for
all that I was talking about—and aroused by the thought of—Craig, I wasn’t blind to how good Ty looked. Kinda like Louis but amped up, obviously a couple years older.
His T-shirt pulled tight across his chest, while his jeans fit snugly against the not-inconspicuous bulge of his crotch. I found myself wondering how he measured up to
what I knew Louis had going on down there.
I wasn’t quite sure when I’d gone from looking at girls to guessing how big guys’
cocks were. It’s not like it had been a sudden change, like a switch getting thrown. But it also didn’t feel like it had been a long-dormant part of me that had always been
waiting, getting ready to wake up in the right circumstances.
Louis had told me he thought sexuality was fluid, but it seemed too easy—and too
unbelievable—to imagine that it was so much the case that I could randomly be
attracted to one guy while still being ostensibly straight elsewhere. And even if that was the case, then why was I turned on by Louis and for that matter by his brother?
No, there was something more to this, I just wasn’t sure whether it was something
I was willing to face up to yet. Even though I would’ve thought it would be the
opposite way, in actual fact the physical act of screwing a guy was easier to accept, mentally, I mean. It was coming to terms with the related feelings that was messing with my brain.
“Look, anyone want a drink?” I stood up, half-turning as soon as I did, trying to
hide my erection a little. Louis nodded; Ty shook his head. “Coke okay?”
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I headed into the kitchen as he told me “sure.” I pulled two cans out of the fridge, set them on the counter, and gripped its edges with my hands. Head down, I made a
weak attempt to get my brain around the situation I found myself in.
“Trust me; I know it feels fucked-up.”
Ty’s voice shook me out of my reverie, its tone low and close behind my shoulder.
I turned, back to the counter edge, and found he stood near to me, just a step or so away, a pensive, thoughtful look on his face. I bit my lip.
“Kyle,” he started, closing the distance between us. I could smell the faintest hint of his aftershave lingering on his skin as he
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