Page 31 of A Stealthy Situation

He agrees so quickly it makes me think he wants to do the same.

9

HARRISON

The whole day I spend with Benny messes with my head. We clean and have lunch and then end up camped out on his bed, watching more of my shows that he claims he hates but smiles at anyway. But even as I laugh my way through The Inbetweeners, my mind keeps slipping back to our conversation. To all the reasons why a straight dude might have sex with another man.

Honestly, I can’t say I’m not curious. Have been since high school. It’s more in an anthropological way though, and that’s not enough of a reason to have sex with someone.

See, I notice when guys are hot, the same way I notice that girls are hot. The first time Fe hit on me, long before he met Marshall, I’d been confused. He’s pretty, really pretty, but he didn’t make my dick hard or make me want to sleep with him. Still, I thought twice about giving it a go.

What would have happened if I had? Would I have been able to get it up? Would I have enjoyed it?

Obviously, I’m glad it never happened because he found Marshall, and I have no regrets or anything about not taking my chance, but Benny has me wondering. Thinking a lot of thinks. What would have happened if I’d taken him up on the blow job?

I chance a quick look his way, finding him amused again. He’s not pretty like Felix, but he’s definitely good-looking. Even when his face is resting, and he looks … haughty? Is that the word for it? Benny is brimming with confidence, and he knows how to use his looks to his advantage. I shift closer on his bed, making out like I’m trying to see the screen better, but really, I just want to see if I’ll react to the closeness. If it will do anything for me.

My dick doesn’t shift, but I can’t deny there’s … something. Something prickly all along my arm resting beside his. Something jittery in my stillness.

What would I do if he kissed me?

Well, I obviously wouldn’t want to embarrass him and stop, so I’d kiss him back, but … would someone totally and completely straight do that?

I try to compare my interactions with men versus women over the years. I’m probably scrapping a seven in the looks department, but because of my size and that I find talking to people easy, I draw attention. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I get hit on a lot. Mostly women, some I sleep with and some I’m not feeling, but every guy who’s hit on me, my response is always, “Sorry, I’m straight.”

The automatic no. It shuts down every possibility, and now I can’t figure out if it’s just become my default response or if I’m really not interested.

The women I find attractive get a chance. We talk, hang out, then get into things later.

It’s not like I’m popping wood at first sight. Would it be the same with a man?

Is the fact I’m even considering what it would be like with a man an indicator that I should try it?

I glance back at Benny’s lips, imagining leaning over and catching them with mine. Biting down into that plush bottom lip. Slipping my tongue past his teeth.

The jitteriness cranks up a notch. I don’t hate the idea. Still not sure if my dick’s on board, though, since the fucking thing is taking a nap, apparently.

Fuck, I hate that I’m having these thoughts. I hate even more that I’m having them with Benny.

When I told him that nothing would happen, he backed right off. His cheeky flirting is cute, but I can tell there’s no substance behind it, and … I sort of like it. He’s fun. Makes me laugh, though that’s not much of an accomplishment.

Does all of that translate to attraction? I don’t even know at this point. I do know that I need to get home and give myself some time to work out what’s on my mind. Benny said he’s more than happy to experiment with people, but I like being friends with him. I don’t want to mess that up by asking him to blow me and having nothing happen.

When the episode wraps up, I let him know it’s my turn to cook dinner and I have to go. It’s not until I get out of the house that I realize the expectant look he gave me was him hoping I’d invite him to come. I did say I’d cook for him, but we’re going to have to take a rain check on that one. I’ll apologize when I see him next.

Right now, I need to figure out if these thoughts are something that’s coming from me or our conversation.

I shudder as lips find my neck again, skin lit with ripples of pleasure with every swipe of tongue or hint of teeth. I’m panting, needy, cock steely hard and weeping at the hand wrapped around it. My hips buck, loving the friction, and the groan I let out doesn’t come close to conveying how this feels.

Teasing, bluey-hazel eyes blink up at me. So cocky, so deep, watching me pant my way toward my orgasm. I’m achingly close, waiting for it to hit, for me to tip over that ledge.

I bite into a soft lip, and it drives me wild. Makes my balls tighten.

“Fuck,” I moan.

A soft chuckle. A chuckle that makes my gut sing.

More lips at my throat. Tighter grip on my cock. Body warm and writhing on top of me.

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