Chapter 3
Trevor
Ever since I went through basic training, I haven't been able to sleep a single minute past six.
I'm wide awake at the crack of dawn, squinting my eyes in the cool darkness of the bedroom. I rise before the sun is out to play…and I'm not the only one to get an early start to the day.
Cameron's risen too.
Well. More like Cameron's dick rises to attention. His morning wood nudges my thigh.
Biting back a smile, I gently peel myself away from Cameron's octopus-like cuddle grip. And leave his raging erection in peace. I don't think twice about the morning wood situation. I'm sporting a stiffy myself.
This is just bodies doing body shit.
It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything.
Not when Cameron is straight.
He lets out an adorable snore as he snoozes away. I sneak out of the bedroom. It'll be hours until he's awake, so I help myself to some alone time. I yawn and scratch my belly as I walk shirtless down the hall, heading to the second bedroom.
Family housing rules. After spending so many years cramped in the barracks, I feel like a king finally having a house. And I'm the luckiest man in the world that I get to share it all with my best friend.
I close the second bedroom quietly behind me. I guess more of a home office and gaming room right now. Both of our computers are set up there. In the next few weeks, we'll convert it into Cameron's bedroom so he has a space all his own, but I have to admit, I like sharing the main bedroom with him.
And having him in my bed at night.
I love my best friend, okay? And I've been in love with Cam from the moment I realized I was gay. It's always been him, and always will be, even if I know I'll never be able to have my dick in him.
But I can provide for him. Look after him. Help Cameron grow into himself and heal from the hardballs life threw his way. That's what best friends do for each other, right? Husbands too.
When Cameron called me last month panicked about college and overwhelmed with his ADHD diagnosis, well, the solution was right there.
Get married so I could put Cameron on my fancy health insurance plan so generously provided by our great nation in exchange for my service. And he needed to focus on his health first and foremost. Why not have him take a break from college and move in with me?
If I can fix something there's no way I'm going to leave it broken. Some people might consider our situation fucked up, but fuck them. I figure the government owes me.
I'll always be willing to do whatever it takes to take care of Cameron. Though right now I need to take care of myself.
As I sit down at my desk and slip on my headphones, I slip off the platinum wedding band on my left hand. It'd still feel wrong to wear the ring while I'm satisfying myself. Or think about Cameron’s early morning stiffy.
I need something extra to get me off so I navigate to one of my favorite video sites. Something hot. Really hot. Hot twinks, specifically.
Yeah, I got a kink for them.
I was hooked the moment I watched my first hot twink porn. Nothing gets me harder than the idea of a pretty submissive bottom being shared. There's something special about watching an innocent skinny thing get his hole obliterated by cock.
And the more cock he takes, well, all the better.
I scroll through the offerings on my computer screen until I find something that makes my mouth water: hot twink virgin double-teamed by alpha males.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
I free my erection and take myself in hand, leaning back in my chair while I enjoy the show. There's no attempt at a story or the actors pretending to be a character. The video starts with all three guys buck ass naked and everybody's already hard.
No set-up. No foreplay. No prep. They just dive right in. It might not be realistic, but realism isn’t why I’m watching.
The titular twink is pale and fair-haired with big eyes. Other than his head of blond hair and eyebrows, he's clean-shaven everywhere. The other guys are dark-haired and hairy all over. They're taller and more muscular.
And much older.
When one of them tells the twink to kneel, he obeys immediately. The older men talk over him like he's not there. One of them calls himself the twink's dominant. He talks about his hot twink's sweet and skilled mouth, but how his ass has never been touched.
The dominant saved his sub's ass cherry for a special occasion.
And their third wheel?
Well, he's more than happy to help out with that mission.
They look down at the twink with sharp grins. The submissive guy is so obedient. Vulnerable. Soft. He's so fucking…breakable. I'm overwhelmed with the conflicting desires to wreck that twink and patch him up. When he's given the order to prepare their cocks, to get them hard and wet, he sticks his tongue out without question.
Fuck.
I tug on my cock and fondle my balls, my eyes glued to the computer screen as I lose myself in the dirty fantasy of having a hot twink of my very own.
I might have lied a little to Cameron when I told him I wasn't interested in dating or a relationship.
The reason I've made do with porn and settled for hook-ups is that my interests in the bedroom are limited. I've no patience for vanilla guys and I've got zero interest in switching either. The nearby town of Paradise Palms, the closest sign of civilization that isn’t military, is suffering from a drought of bottoms.
It's a total top town out here.
Even if I could find a guy who only bottoms, I'd still have a hard time finding someone who's into what I like.
And my kinks are on the dark and dirty side.
I need more than a willing ass and an eager mouth. I want someone to submit to me. A guy who's going to obey my orders without question and let me call the shots both in the bedroom and our lives. I don't want someone older or younger. I want someone my age.
A pretty boy that's all mine to ruin and heal.
What can I say? Maybe soldiering has done a number on my psyche, but at my job, I have to follow the chain of command. In my personal hours, I want to be the one holding the chain.
I let out a groan and twist my wrist as I jerk myself off.
That twink would look so good in a collar. His milky thin neck shouldn't be bare. He should be collared around the clock and kept stripped. A proper stay-at-home hot twink. Always willing to suck, forever ready to get fucked. His ass slicked up and his cock locked.
If he was mine, I'd let everyone I know screw him, but I'd only let him come when my dick was inside him.
Yeah, I'm lost in lust.
I skip ahead in the video. It goes from teasing blowjobs to railing. The action moves from the floor to a leather sofa. Both the twink's mouth and his ass are stuffed full of cock. He's making the most delicious moaning sounds as he's taken from both ends.
With his face partially obscured, I realize he kind of looks like Cameron. A blond skinny boy…no, what the fuck?
I'm not going there. I can't.
I let out a frustrated sigh before turning up the volume on my headphones. The exaggerated sounds of sex drown out my thoughts. I ignore my brain and focus on my body.
The men in the video clip are saying nasty shit. It's far beyond fun dirty talk. Calling the twink a stupid slut and a dumb whore. Total and complete degradation.
They pull his hair and pinch his nipples. He's treated like he's their toy. Like he's only an object that exists for them to fuck.
Yet he's into it.
That makes him a hot twink. He loves being roughly used and giving it all up. He begs for it when his mouth is free. Damn, he even sounds like Cameron now.
I can't stop thinking about my best friend. As I listen and watch the guy in the video beg for a drilling in his holes, my brain keeps recasting the role of hot twink. Cameron becomes the star of the show.
Fucking hell.
This is the exact reason I took the ring off in the first place. But I can't stop myself. Once I'm thinking about fucking Cameron's skinny ass, I don't stop thinking about him. I might be watching the video, but my imagination is running wild.
I imagine fucking Cameron in my bed…in our bed.
But we're not alone.
I have him pinned on his back with his legs spread for me while another man downs down his wrists. Who's the other guy helping me show Cameron how to get dicked down? Doesn't matter. All that matters is that Cameron begs for more, wants it harder and faster.
Eager and willing to be stuffed full of cock…and painted with come.
Hot twinks are nothing more than a set of holes. They're the perfect boy sluts. Always ready to kneel or bend over for real men.
Fuck, I'm going to come.
I let out a deep grunt as I hit the point of no return. With one last tug, I shoot my seed into my hand. I toss my head back, breathing hard and my heart racing.
What the hell am I doing? I blink open my eyes and close out the video before I grab some tissues to clean myself up.
I can't let Cameron know about this. I've got to keep this part of myself hidden from him.
I've always said I'd protect Cameron.
Even if the person I'm protecting him from is me.