Page 50 of Switch Pitching

Ethan doubles over in laughter. There are actual tears in his eyes as he pulls himself upright and steadies himself on the counter.

“If you end up getting hard to a video of dudes fucking, that’s a decent sign that you’re into guys.”

That’ll be the kind of conclusive evidence I need. I fix Ethan with an intent expression. “Alright, show me some porn.”

“Dude, I’m not gonna pull up porn for you. Go search for some yourself.”

That’s so unhelpful. “But I don’t know what to look for,” I whine.

Muttering to himself, Ethan pulls out his phone and taps at it, his fingers clicking against the screen a little louder than usual. Without a word, he hands it to me and gestures toward the first-floor bathroom. I don’t need to step out, though, because the first few seconds of the video are all the confirmation I need. On the screen is a solo clip of an attractive guy reclined on a bed, lazily stroking his thick cock.

My dick stiffens. This guy is stocky, with black hair and intense eyes. He’s got a gentle face, and his body is muscular but not super lean. In other words, he’s not like Ethan, but I still react to what I’m seeing.

I shut the phone off and hand it back. “Um, I think I’m bi.”

Ethan lets out a laugh. “You don’t have to put a label on yourself yet. That’s kinda fast, to be honest, although the timeline might be different when you’re older.”

He’s right about that. It’s clear I need to do a lot more thinking, but I know one thing is true. I like guys too. Especially Ethan.

19

ETHAN

My feet slam on the staircase as I head upstairs, my mind fuzzy from how intense the last twenty-four hours have been. James and I talked things out, and we’re cool, but I can’t shake the underlying uncertainty. Like, I’m sure James is gonna be okay, but there’s a tiny voice in my head telling me that he’s about to freak out and regret everything.

As I open the door to my room, I hear a voice call out behind me. I turn to see James standing there with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Can I join you tonight?” He sounds almost shy, which is totally not him.

Something in my chest tightens and a rush of warmth floods my body. “Yeah, come on in.”

His face lights up and he runs past me into the room before shuffling under my blankets. Laughing, I grab a spare comforter from my closet, just in case we get cold, and I climb into bed with him. When he latches onto my arm and plants a kiss on my cheek, my heartbeat speeds up. There’s no going back. I’m free-falling for him.

“You good?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, closing my eyes and curling into him.

We lie still for a while, completely motionless and listening to each other breathe. The weird vibe is still there, but it’s starting to fade with James next to me.

His hands wander around my back and down my arms, tracing patterns that send shivers down my spine. It’s gentle and almost innocent at first, but then his hand slides under my shirt.

And that turns me on like hell.

Staying calm is impossible when James touches me like this. His hands run up and down my sides, driving me crazy in the best way possible. I’m already hard as a rock, and I think he can tell.

“Ethan,” he murmurs, his voice deep. It sends a thrill through me, making it even harder to think straight. “You good?”

“Amazing. Please don’t stop.”

I turn my head a fraction and look over at him. His eyes are dark and there’s a glint in them that makes my heart race. Out of pure instinct, I lean over and press my lips onto his. The feeling of his hands tightening around my waist is intoxicating, and a moan escapes my mouth. I can’t get enough of him.

“Ethan,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m horny again.”

I snort loudly. Catching myself, I fix my gaze on James and lean back against the headboard. “That makes two of us.”

His fingers grip my shirt and slip it over my head before he sits up and leans over me. “Fuck, Ethan,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

There’s no time to think because he’s kissing my neck, moving down to my chest and brushing his thumbs over my nipples. Surges of arousal head straight down south, igniting every nerve along the way.

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