Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I went to sleep believing that. But when I woke up, the first image that flitted through my mind was of Kage’s hand on my cock.
11
WEDNESDAY night found me in my room brooding. I was feeling increasingly confident in my professional abilities, but not so confident in my social skills.
For one thing, Kage had been distant to me all day. I had a feeling it was because I had run out on his invitation to hang out after dinner the night before. It had definitely come off as rude. I knew that. But everything was getting too confusing for me, and I’d had to get away from him.
It hadn’t helped much that I’d gone straight to my room and fantasized about him, but he didn’t know that part. All he knew is that I said no.
Practice had been intense, like he was driving himself— and me in the process— even harder than usual. He’d barely spoken to me except to order me around. Hell, even Marco had noticed the difference in Kage’s demeanor, and he kept giving me dirty looks like it was my fault.
I suppose it was.
After practice, he had slammed out of the gym without a word. Then Marco had followed suit, leaving me standing by myself in a place I barely belonged.
So now here I was. Another night with just me, the hand, and acres of free porn choices on the internet. I climbed out of the shower, dried off, and padded naked to the bed, where I already had my laptop setup and ready to go.
I knew the fact that I had showered and planned a night of porn was problematic. Next, I’d be having one of those inflatable dolls over for dinner in my kitchenette. But I’d worry about that after I came and was wallowing in post-wank shame. Right now, I had a hot date with the internet.
I pulled up my favorite free site and scrolled through all of the categories: Big Boobs, Facials, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Water Sports, BDSM, Blondes, Brunettes, Redheads…
Of course, nothing seemed like it was going to hit the spot. It never did. The problem was, I had an itch that none of the videos on this particular site were going to scratch. I knew why, because it had been a long time coming, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.
There had been plenty of warning signs, plenty of vague urges tamped down with a swift efficiency that only the human mind had the power to pull off. We humans were masters of hiding from ourselves when we wanted to, carefully skirting those darker places in the corners of our imagination, chuckling to ourselves as we passed safely by. Closing our eyes and pulling the covers up over our heads, thinking No way, buddy. There’s no monster in my closet.
But there was a monster in my closet. It had been okay as long as I could keep my head down and skirt those dark places, dodge those close bullets, go over to my girlfriend’s place and fuck the ugly thoughts away. But the last few weeks had been different, because now the monster was right smack dab in my face.
He was a rough-hewn, muscular, hundred-ninety-pound monster, and he meant business. No way could I ignore the overwhelming presence that was Michael Kage.
No sense denying it now, cause porn don’t lie.
You can lie to everyone. Your parents, your friends, your preacher, your girlfriend, even yourself… But when you click that play button, your heart rate doubles, your dick gets axe-handle hard, and you come like a freshly-tapped fire hydrant… that’s truth right there.
And my truth was that I had been jerking off to advertisements for a long time. You know those rotating gifs that tease you with the best shots from the pay sites?
Well, one time I accidentally clicked on the gay portion of my go-to porn site. I’d clicked right back out again, but the damage had been done. Now the all-powerful advertising engine knew what I craved, and it was relentless. It showed me men sucking other men’s dicks, hairy asses getting pounded bareback, twinks getting creamed in the face in group orgies. The fact that I had favorite ads was even more damning.
Yeah, I’m ashamed to say that I could sometimes hit pay dirt within ninety seconds simply by watching those gay banner ads.
Why the hell would a person do that, you ask? For me, it was simple.
As long as I didn’t click, I was straight.
I dropped the towel from around my waist and fisted my hard cock, checking out the ads the website was so graciously serving up for me. I started to move my hand over my full erection, tentatively at first, barely skimming the surface of the flesh. I was a preteen again, exploring the joys of masturbation for the first time, and lord have mercy was it ever good. Brand new sensations flooded my system. Only they weren’t new; they just felt new every time.