Page 16 of Saddle Studs
SAM: Sorry. Headphones died.
BENNY: Totally fine. Don’t worry about it.
I didn’t want to push it any farther. I could use this moment to pry a little deeper, maybe ask about his particular preferences in adultskinema, but digging felt way too invasive. If Sam really wasn’t straight, then I’d let him tell me that on his own terms. Either way, I wasn’t going to get my hopes up.
I saw how that went last time.
SAM: And yeah, maybe next time I’ll ask for some links.
I grinned like a goofball, surprised he was still texting about this and not Googling ways to expedite a move out of this country.
BENNY: Oh I’ve got lots. Depends on what you're into.
That was an open invitation. He didn’t need to take it, but the suggestion was clearly there.
Keep this going. Let’s keep playing.
I started getting hard again. I wondered if Sam was still hard. He clearly wasn’t watching porn for research purposes or for the storyline. He’d been jerking off minutes earlier.
Did he still need to stroke?
My judgement was clearly fried. But could you really blame me? Sam was my first crush, the first guy I fantasized about, the guy who gave me my first butterflies and my first heartbreak.
Emphasis on that list bit. Heartbreak. Sam had really made things difficult for me, making me question everything I thought I knew about my best friend, reconsidering what it meant to love someone. I had to not only untangle what it meant to be gay in a small and primarily conservative town, but I also had to sort out what it meant to fall in love with your very straight best friend. It made my coming out process more turbulent than a plane flying through a damn hurricane.
But… well, fuck. I was a horny guy currently turned on by the fact that there was also another horny guy only a couple feet away from me, one who happened to be incredibly attractive and off-limits.
My phone dinged. My heart stopped.
SAM: I think I’m in my exploring phase.
Interesting. Very, very interesting.
BENNY: Want to explore together?
Nope, way too forward.
I deleted that message and retyped a new one.
BENNY: I always pegged you as an adventurer ;)
There. That had humor and also a slick double entendre. Also… fucking hell, the idea of getting behind him, holding his hips while I guided my cock inside, seeing his head drop and muscles relax as I fucked him senseless… it was an image that immediately got me hard as a boulder. I tossed off the comforter and spread my legs, my cock jutting out from my boxers.
He started to type and then stopped. This continued for a little bit longer. I chuckled.
SAM: I’m sure you did lol.
SAM: Maybe you can just, I dunno, entertain me here.
Holy shit. Code red, code red. He wasn’t just playing along, he was initiating now. He wanted me toentertainhim, which was code forsext with me.My pulse quickened. This was wrong, we still had so much to unpack from how things ended.
And yet…
BENNY: I’d love to entertain you. Especially in the way that daddy was entertaining his boy in the video you were watching. Sounded really hot. devilish face
SAM: What would you do?
BENNY: I’d start by massaging you, relaxing you. You’ve had a long day. I’ll work out the knots in your shoulders and back. Then I’d move lower, massage your ass, your thighs. I’ll push my bulge up against your hand, encouraging you to grab it, to play with me.
