Page 48 of Switch Pitching

I grew up in Toronto. My parents were supportive of everyone, and I always knew that not being straight was a thing. I have a ton of gay friends. Given all that, why is now the first time I’m realizing any kind of attraction to dudes? Do I actually like guys, or is it just Ethan?

Having sex with another dude doesn’t make me gay, but having sex with another dude andlikingit might disqualify me from being straight.

Ethan grunts next to me, which snaps me out of my spiral. He’s turned away from me, still asleep, but I’m unable to resist sliding closer.

I place a hand on Ethan’s shoulder and trace down the muscles of his wide back, settling my hands in the center of his waist and giving him a gentle scratch. He lets out a heavy, content sigh. He’s so cute.

Ethan stirs and rolls onto his back, giving me a full view of his athletic torso. Mindlessly, I rest my head on his pecs and nuzzle the thin layer of hair below my cheek. Ethan mumbles something in his sleep, his voice low and husky. His long eyelashes flicker and then he blinks a few times while fixing his tired gaze on me.

“Hey,” he mumbles.

“Morning.”

There’s a gentle peace between us and I’m torn about breaking it, but I have to say something. “So, uh, about last night…” I start, pushing myself up.

Ethan’s ears blush red. It’s adorable. Just like everything else he does. Fuck. My mind is racing again.

I think over my words as much as I can before continuing. “It felt great. I definitely need to figure some stuff out, but last night washot.”

Relief fills me when I see his pretty mouth curve into a soft smile.

“Yeah, it was,” he says. The edges of his eyes crinkle a bit and it’s so endearing that it makes me want to kiss him. So I do.

Our lips brush together with comfortable pressure, completely different from the hungry make-out session we had last night. Ethan closes his eyes as he pushes himself up to pressinto my mouth, and I’m still beaming wider than I ever have before when he drops back down.

We lie there for a few more minutes, our fingers intertwined and enjoying each other’s company. After a while, Ethan swings his legs over the side of the bed to go to the bathroom, and I find myself checking him out as he stretches. My dick stirs as I drag my eyes from his strong back through the taper into that tight waist. As soon as my eyes land on his full, muscular ass, Ethan decides to turn around.

“You checking me out, James?” he asks, a hint of humorous accusation in his voice.

I open my mouth to admit guilt, but I can’t get the words out. They’re stuck in my throat. I try again, but I can’t because Ethan’s thick semi is swinging around right in front of me. Expecting my brain to work when faced with this visual is entirely unrealistic.

“Yuh,” I manage, my eyes still fixed on his hefty half-hard dick, the light pink tip exposed just enough to tease me. I savor the sight of Ethan for way too long before I realize that I’m biting my lip. God, that’s gotta look creepy as hell.

Ethan laughs. “Are you ogling me for real right now? Never thought I’d see that happen.”

Ethan’s jacked thighs walk him into the bathroom before I can reply, and I’m left alone lying in Ethan’s bed: stupefied, impossibly horny, and confused about a guy making me impossibly horny.

I’m drifting off to sleep again right as Ethan walks out of the bathroom wearing blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Opening my eyes, I blink a few times to wake myself up. Ethan watches me with a soft expression as he settles in the doorway, his arms crossed in a way that bunches his pecs together.

“You good?” he asks.

I nod, trying to find my bearings. “Yeah, I’m still processing everything.” I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “And I’m still half-asleep.”

Ethan watches me carefully as if he can sense the storm going on in my head. “You don’t have to figure yourself out today,” he says, walking over and sitting next to me on the bed. “Take it one step at a time, okay?”

His hair is still a little wet from the shower, and he’s wearing his usual smile that’s subtle but manages to light up the room. God, he’s hot. Wait. Huh? I mean, of course he’s hot. I knew that. Why else would he make me horny? And again, he’s a dude who’s making mehorny.

I’m definitely not straight, that’s for sure.

Softly, Ethan claps a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Come on, I’m starving. Let’s make some breakfast.”

I glance down at myself under the covers. “At least let me put on some pants first.”

Ethan stands up, heading toward the bedroom door. “Take your time, but also don’t. I’m gonna try to make eggs and I’ll eat yours if you take too long.”

And then he’s gone. I retrieve my shorts from the floor and go to the closet to grab some clothes before I’m reminded that this isn’t my room. Right. I’m not in my room because I had sex with Ethan inhisroom, and I spent the night tangled up with him. What is going on with me?

I let out a sigh while grabbing a random green sweater from Ethan’s closet and slip it on. It’s too big, but it’s incredibly cozy. Bunching my fists around the fabric, I bring the collar up to my nose and sigh. It’s soft and it smells like Ethan. Then I freeze. I’m sniffing Ethan’s sweater so furtively, it’s like I’m taking a drag off a cigarette.

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