Page 11 of Curious Cameron
I scramble to mask what I'm doing as the bedroom door opens, but it's too little too late. I lost track of time. I was so busy trying (and failing) to get myself off that I didn't realize Trevor was due home soon.
I fumble with the toy's off switch. The silence left behind as the buzzing cuts out is deafening.
"Dude, what are you doing to yourself?" Trevor's big brown eyes are wide open with shock, but his voice is so gentle. And full of affection. Trevor's acting like I've been doing something amazing instead of something shameful.
Trevor won't let me hide. He pulls the covers off to reveal my naked body.
My boxers are pushed down. My hard cock is bobbing in the air.
He's caught me red-handed using his bright pink dildo.
"Dude?" Trevor asks again.
"I-I don't know," I admit. I don't know how to explain this. There's nothing I can say to Trevor to make this all make sense. It was a stupid, impulsive decision. "I'm sorry."
I awkwardly place my hands over my groin and tug down my tank top to cover my raging erection. Despite my humiliation, it hasn't gone away. It might even be harder than before.
Trevor looks at the toy and then back at me. Fuck, he's smiling. Somehow he plays this cool. He's unphased by my near-nakedness. "Were you…playing with yourself?"
"Yeah," I admit with a nervous gulp. I can't look my best friend in the eye. My entire face flushes with heat. This is more than humiliating. It's downright mortifying. "I was…trying something new, I guess."
Trevor picks up the dildo. He's sitting so close to me. Not only can I smell the sweat and heat from his morning jog, but I can see it.
Beads of glistening sweat trickle down his throat and pool into the stark dip of his collarbone.
Trevor's long, thick pointer finger taps the silicone head of the toy. His toy, I correct myself. I tried to get off with my friend's sex toy. "Least you had the good sense not to stick it up there dry."
"I didn't get that far," I mumble. I close my eyes tightly and brace myself for what I have to say next. When I open them again, I can't look at Trevor. I look at the sheets instead. "I'm really sorry. This won't happen again. I don't…I don't know what I was thinking."
"Wait, you didn't get it inside you?"
I can't admit it aloud again so I shake my head.
"Do you still want it?"
"What?" I blurt out, finally daring to look right at Trevor. He smiles and waves the toy back and forth.
"Do you want this inside you? I could show you how it's done…and help you withthat." He directly addresses my dick.
Somehow, I'm still hard as a rock. A diagnosis of blue balls awaits me. I hope it’s fatal.
"I…I don't know."
"Let me do it, dude," Trevor says and squeezes my trembling knee. "I'm not gonna say it's not gay because, well, I'm gay so this is pretty gay, but if you're gonna introduce some ass play into your jerk off routine you gotta learn to do it right."
He wants this. He wants me.
Trevor's face might be pure puppy-dog but his voice is all gritty determination.
"Let me take care of you, Cam."
"Okay," I agree against all logic and sensibility. My curiosity exceeds my confusion…and I trust Trevor to guide me through this brand-new experience.
???
"Dude, relax."
My eyes are squeezed shut, but my legs are spread wide. "I'm trying," I mutter as I dig my heels into the mattress and clutch at the sheets.
