Chapter 5
The moaning from the laptop fills the room as we sit in silence, sipping our beers.
Watching gay porn with the guy my girlfriend cheated with, wearing nothing but my stupid reindeer boxers, was definitely not on tonight’s bingo card.
But then again, this whole day has been a series of increasingly bizarre events.
“Have you ever watched this stuff before?” Chase asks outright.
“No. Can’t say that I have.”
“Me neither.” He takes a long pull from his beer.
On screen, the two guys take each other’s cocks in their mouths in a full-on sixty-nine.
“They’re in good shape,” I say, not sure what else to offer.
“Yeah, for sure.”
We sit there for a few more minutes, the slurping sounds from the laptop echoing through the dorm room. My cheeks start to heat up.
“You know what’s weird? I don’t feel grossed out by it,” Chase says. “It’s just… sex.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I’m more thrown off by the fact they’re doing it on a white couch. That would be a nightmare to clean.”
I snort. “Dude. Same. All I can think about is how they’re gonna get those stains out.”
“I know, right? But the guys… I don’t know. It’s just two people.”
“Two very flexible people,” I add. The guys have moved on to some impressive acrobatics.
“Holy shit. I don’t think my back bends that way.”
“No chance.”
We watch for a while longer in silence. I realize I’m leaning into Chase to see the small laptop screen better, and he doesn’t seem to mind. His shoulder is warm against mine.
Chase reaches over and clicks forward in the video. “Let’s skip ahead to the main event.”
The scene changes. One of the guys is now in a fake Santa beard, the other dressed as an elf with pointy ears and striped tights.
They’ve moved next to a Christmas tree, and Santa’s got the elf bent over a pile of wrapped presents.
The elf screams, “Yes, Santa, stuff my stocking!” in a high, theatrical moan.
“What the fuck?” I whisper.
Chase tries to keep a straight face, but when we look at each other, we lose it, laughing so hard the whole bed shakes.
“I guess this is their idea of spreading holiday cheer,” he gets out between gasps.
“Ho ho ho,” I wheeze, wiping a tear from my eye.
“Okay, okay,” Chase says, still chuckling as he clicks out of the video. “Let’s find something less... festive.”
He scrolls through the homepage and clicks on another thumbnail. “This one looks normal.”
The laughter dies in my throat instantly.
A twink is getting his brain fucked out by a muscular dude in a football jersey. He’s braced against a row of lockers, head thrown back, and the football player is behind him, slamming into his narrow frame with enough force to make the metal doors rattle.
I can’t tear my eyes away. Not just because of the sheer intensity of it, but because the football player…
he kind of looks like Chase. Same build, same dark hair.
A vicious look of concentration on his face.
He’s got his fingers twisted in the guy’s curls, pulling his head back as he fucks him, and his other hand is clamped on the guy’s hip hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
“Jesus,” Chase breathes next to me.
My own breathing has gone shallow. My body reacts in ways I can’t control, a familiar heat pooling in my gut. My dick, which had mercifully gone soft during the Santa scene, is starting to stir again. I shift on the bed, trying to adjust myself discreetly.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice tight. “He’s… going for it.”
“Dude in the jersey is hung,” Chase notes, like he’s commentating on a game. “And he knows how to use it.”
I didn’t need him to point that out. I’m well aware of the player’s attributes.
I’m also aware that my own traitorous body is responding to this “research.” My reindeer boxers are starting to feel uncomfortably tight, and a wet patch is spreading right where the tip of my dick presses against the fabric.
I pray that Chase doesn’t notice, but he seems completely absorbed in the action on the screen, watching the scene unfold.
The jock’s muscles flex and contract with each brutal thrust, the veins on his forearms standing out.
The twink he’s fucking is wailing like a banshee, egging him on—‘Harder, harder’—and the jock obliges.
“That must hurt like hell,” Chase says, somewhere between a question and a statement.
“I would think so. But he seems to be enjoying it.”
“Can you imagine? Taking a dick like that?”
I look at the black boxers stretched tight across Chase’s powerful thighs. I’ve felt the python under them, felt the pulse of it. I wonder what it would look like hard.
“Probably not.”
“Probably?” Chase pulls his eyes off the screen and looks at me. “So it’s a possibility.”
“I—that’s not—I didn’t mean—” I stammer, my face burning.
He nudges me with his shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you, Finn. We’re supposed to be gay, remember? You’re supposed to think about taking dick. So it’s good that it’s a possibility.”
The guys onscreen are getting louder, their movements more frantic.
The twink reaches down and starts jerking himself off in time with the jock’s thrusts.
The shots get more explicit. Close-ups. A view from below.
I’ve never seen a guy’s asshole so clearly in my life.
It’s all pink and puckered and stretched wide around the other guy’s cock.
One of the reindeer on my boxers starts to rise. The wet spot is growing. I can feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in my dick.
“Are we… is this enough research for one night?” I try to shift again, to angle myself away from Chase, but the bed’s too small. “I think I get the general idea.”
“You want to stop?” He looks over at me again, but this time his eyes travel down, from my face to my crotch and back up again.
“I—” I start, but then he rests a hand on my thigh. His thumb is right next to my now very obvious erection, and if he moves it even an inch, he’ll be touching me.
“Hey,” he says. “It’s all good, man. We’re watching porn. It’s a normal reaction.”
“I’m not—this isn’t—”
“Don’t worry. I’m in the same boat.” He gestures with his chin toward his own crotch. Because of the black fabric, it’s less obvious, but the bulge is clearly bigger than it was a few minutes ago. “It’s what happens when you watch two people fuck like animals.”
He’s so casual about it. So matter-of-fact. Like it’s no big deal that we’re both sitting here with hard-ons in our underwear. Two dudes who, a few hours ago, were total strangers and are now co-conspirators in a revenge plot against our cheating ex.
But maybe this is what guys who play team sports are like. All that locker-room camaraderie, being naked in front of each other all the time, the horseplay. A totally different world from the quiet, solitary routine of someone studying music.
“It’s a little… confusing,” I finally admit.
“What’s confusing?”
“All of this. Today. You. This.” I wave a hand vaguely at the laptop screen, where the twink has just ejaculated all over the locker in a dramatic, arcing spray. “It’s a lot.”
“Yeah, no shit. It’s been a weird fucking day.
But you know what? I’m kind of enjoying it.
” He takes a final swig of his beer, crushes the can in one hand, and tosses it toward the overflowing trash can by the door.
It bounces off the rim and lands on the floor with a clatter.
“I like you, Finn. You’re a good dude. I feel bad we had to meet like this. ”
“Me too,” I say, and I mean it. As fucked up as this whole situation is, there’s a part of me that’s glad I’m not going through it alone. “I like you too, Chase.”
“And Brittany. Fuck her. She did us both a favor.”
“Yeah. She brought us together.” I say it jokingly, but as the words leave my mouth, something in them rings true.
“Exactly.” He grins. “Now what do you say? Wanna whip ’em out? Make it a proper boys’ night?”