Grant is right. This is definitely gay.
I’m oozing so much pre down my shaft I can feel it pooling on my nuts. I’m not looking at it, but I sure as hell can feel it—that slow, warm glaze sliding down the side of my dick. I’m more turned on than I have ever been in my twenty-two years of life. Which, again, leads back to the question: is it gay?
The right answer is:I don’t have to think about it right now.
I figured out—while lying here with the debate buzzing above me like I’m a piece of furniture they’re trying to appraise—that it’s not the actual idea of being fucked that’s doing this to me.
Like, objectively, taking a dick sounds uncomfortable at best. I’ve never thought about it. I’ve thought about a lot of things, sexually. I’m twenty-two and male, and I think about sex the way Miles thinks about code—constantly and with way too much detail. But that specific play has never been in the rotation.
What’s in the rotation right now, currently,actively,is the four of them standing around this couch having an argument about whether or not to ream me while I leak all over myself.
That’s the thing. That’s thespecific thing.
The fact that I’m just here. And they’re up there. Andtheyare decidingmy use.
My cock throbs.
“I think,” Walker says, his voice taking on a decisive edge, “that I’m gonna do it.”
“Dude—”
“No, hear me out.” He holds up a hand to kill the protest. “When am I going to get a chance like this again? You know how tight that hole is gonna be?”
“Bro,” Grant says.
“I’m just saying. Chloe won’t let me anywhere near her cheeks, man. Every time I even look at her ass she acts like I insulted her mother.”
“So you’re going to cheat on your girlfriend—”
“I’m not cheating,” Walker insists, very reasonably. “It’s not a girl.”
Dead silence hits the room.
“That’s not—” Grant starts.
“It’s not agirl,” Walker says again. “So it’snot cheating.”
“He’s right. Is it cheating?” Finn asks, looking around. “Actually. Is it?”
“Yes,” Grant says. “This is cheating. Straight up.”
“I don’t know, bro. I don’t think so.”
“The definition of cheating usually involves another person.” Walker says, and then he shifts his gaze to me. “He’s pretty much just a sex doll right now. It’s not cheating if you’re just jacking off using a cocksleeve.”
That does something very specific to my cock. Thesex dollthing. Thecocksleevething. The casual way Walker said it, like it was just the obvious, accurate label for the situation.
So thethingI was trying not to think about isthis: it turns me on getting objectified. Dehumanized. Turned into acocksleeve.Asex doll.
Fuck, I feel like a total freak.
“I have a girlfriend too, man,” Grant says, but it’s pretty obvious he’s losing the argument. “It feels like cheating.”
“Then don’t do anything,” Walker says, simply. “Nobody’s making you do anything, bro.I’mdoing it.”
Walker moves to kneel between my legs. He hooks his fingers in my shorts that are still bunched around my ankles, and yanks them off the rest of the way. Then he gets his hands under my knees and hikes my legs up.
The whole room leans in.
