Jason
My head feels like a buffalo sat on it. I’m naked on the sofa, and the trailer smells like butt sweat.
I guess that’s my bad.
I start recalling bits and pieces from the night before.
Sweet mother of Christ—
There’s nothing worse than hangxiety—having to recall what your dumbass did when you were too drunk to make good decisions.
And I made nothing but bad ones last night.
My eyes scan the room, thanking god that I’m alone.
The night is a blur between the moment the fight ended and when I ended up back here. One moment, I was using the fifty bucks I won to buy shots, and the next, I was watching porn on my phone.
That’s what I remember more than anything.
Angelique must have left, leaving my horny ass alone with the only person in the world who can wreck me worse than a whole bottle of Sauza.
Him.
My mind cleared when I saw them—my favorite OnlyFans couple.
It’s no surprise they were the ones on my phone when I came to.
I’ve been watching them for years because their chemistry is off the charts.
Chloe is the girl, and she’s a freaking bombshell: blond hair and an amazing body. She’s not skinny like some of these other pornstars. She’s curvy. Her body is insane—like Marilyn Monroe’s. She’s dominant, too. Bosses her guy around, demanding that he eat her out or fill her pussy with cum.
All of the nasty things that make a pig like me go feral.
Her boyfriend, Will, is a waifish dude with dark, wavy hair and a massive cock. It’s so hot watching her get boned by that big, fat dick. It looks almost fake attached to his skinny body, but I’ve seen enough videos to know it’s not.
The relief I felt when I regained consciousness and realized the moaning was coming from them and not Gabe and me was freaking massive.
So, I just fell into it—succumbing to the fantasy and watching Will eat Chloe's pussy while she begged for his cock.
No. Beg isn’t the right word.
She was demanding it.
Kicking her feet on the bed and screaming for him to fuck her, and it was everything I needed in that moment.
And then they cut to a new angle—a close-up of Will.
He looked at Chloe and said, “I love you so much, babe.”
And that’s when it all changed.
I saw it. For the first time, I really saw it.
How could it have taken me so long?
Will looks like Gabe.
Thin.
Pale.
Amazing dark hair that I want to pull.
Gorgeous brown eyes.
I’d been watching that couple for over a year, going wild every time they posted a new video, and, lo and behold, Will is Gabe’s doppelg?nger!
Because, of course, he is.
And, suddenly, I wasn’t watching Will fuck Chloe anymore.
It was Gabe.
And the worst part?
I started getting jealous of Chloe.
There I was beating my meat, drunk as fuck, on a sofa thinking, “What does she have that I don’t have?”
Like…what the hell?
Will disappeared, and it was Gabe’s ass on the screen.
Gabe’s cock sliding in and out of Chloe, and me aching to push her away so I could be there instead.
Then I heard the door creak, and that’s when I saw him.
At first, I thought I was dreaming—just drunken horniness making me see shit.
But I wasn’t.
Gabe was watching me.
Touching himself.
And I couldn’t resist.
His face when we locked eyes was so beautiful.
Those lips.
I wanted—
No!
Fuck that.
I was drunk, and that was old stuff creeping back into my heart because of what he did at dinner.
I can ignore it. I have to ignore it.
I stumble into the kitchen, desperate to find something to ease this headache.
Water? Coffee? Horse tranquilizers?
I’ll take anything at this point.
I look through the cabinets, then see a piece of paper folded on the table.
My name’s on it, and my gut starts making noises. Is it the alcohol or the dread of what I might find when I unfold it?
I don’t want to pick it up—
But I can’t stop myself.
Maybe it’s from Angie?
Please let it be from her—a number or something.
I open it up, and a chill runs up my spine.
My vision spins, and a sick feeling blooms in my stomach.
It’s a drawing of me.
Gabe.
It’s like looking at a black-and-white photo.
In the picture, I’m gripping my cock while chewing on my lower lip.
And there’s something else…
I see the writing scribbled at the bottom.
“We both know who you were thinking about last night.”
My breathing stops. My body goes numb, and the room starts spinning.
I clench the picture so hard that my hands shake.
The impulse to light this fucking thing on fire is strong, but something stops me.
I look at the picture again—at my eyes.
I see it.
The hurt.
The lust.
I don’t remember much from last night, but I remember feeling that.
Bile rushes to the back of my throat, but I hurry to drink some water.
Between the picture and the booze—I feel like I might collapse.
I did that—jerked off with Gabe.
I wanted him so bad—
“No!” I stomp my foot against the ground. “This can’t happen.”
I chug another glass of water and lean over the counter.
I won’t let it happen.