Page 31 of Curious Cameron
The secrecy of it all is thrilling.
My cock is almost as hard as my nipples.
Trevor takes a seat next to Marlon on the sofa. He gives me a reassuring smile and I can't help but mimic it right back at him.
"Before we get into it, let's get the safe and sane shit outta the way first," Marlon says with a wave of his hand. "I get tested on the regular. Here, have a look."
He's already shifted, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper.
"That's okay," I start to say but Trevor gives a look so pointed it almost makes my dick shrivel up.
"You and I are gonna have a safe sex talk later." Trevor accepts Marlon's results on my behalf. He skims it over and nods as he hands it back. "Thanks, man. All clear," Trevor says and holds up the paper to show me.
Yep. A good bill of health.
Marlon redoes the tidy fold of his paper and pockets it. He looks between me and Trevor with a wide, shameless grin. "What kinda shit are you boys into?"
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I don't even know how to start answering that question.
I like Trevor. That’s the main thing. I've enjoyed everything we've done together so far. All the ways he's touched me. His mouth on me, his toy inside me. I loved all the dirty things he said. I like Marlon too, but in a different way.
"Hot twinks," Trevor says. He doesn't have any issues diving right into the topic. "Swinging and sharing, everything like that. My first time was with a couple, so, I got a taste for it early on. Kinda addicted to it. Threesomes and bangs about twinks getting more dick than they can handle is the only type of porn I watch."
Trevor's so open and honest. And utterly unashamed.
"A natural then," Marlon chuckles. "What about you, cutie?"
He's looking right at me. That shiver from before feels like a distant dream. I'm fever warm with sweaty palms and my face flushed. "I um…I don't watch that kinda stuff."
"Well, what do you watch?"
"Yeah, Cam. Tell us what you jerk it to." Trevor leans forward, his elbows on his knees and a curious delight in his deep brown eyes. It's only just now occurred to me that nobody invited or directed me to take a seat. And I haven't seated myself either.
I'm just standing there like I'm under a spotlight. Waiting for directions. Or confessing.
"I-I don't." I'm so embarrassed. "I don't watch videos like that."
"Wait…never?" Trevor asks, bewildered.
Marlon lets out a low whistle. "I'll be damned," he mutters to himself.
"Never," I admit. "I mean, I've tried. I did try, a lot, watching all sorts of videos but nothing ever interested me. Not really. I couldn't get into it. Could never stay hard, you know?"
What a stupid thing to say. Trevor definitely doesn't know what that's like.
I recall how much he was uhenjoyingthat clip he was watching when I accidentally walked in on him the other day.
"Can't say I understand that," Marlon comments with a chuckle. "Go on and tell us more. What exactly were you watching?"
"Sex. Stuff." My mouth hangs open, but my tongue is useless. I look to Trevor to try and find the words.
"It's okay, Cam," he says, his voice warm and gentle. "Just tell Marlon as much as you're comfortable sharing…so I can share you."
"Yeah, okay," I put on a brave smile and look back at Marlon. Right. That's why we're all here together. It's the reason we're having this big talk in the first place. To explore my curiosity further, I need to talk about what I want. I can't make myself meet his eye but I'm able to focus my gaze on his chin. "I watched stuff with women in it."
"You bi?" Marlon asks.
I shake my head. No, I don't think so. Saying I'm bisexual would just feel like a cop-out at this point. I thought I wasstraight, but I'm realizing that I never was. I was lying without being aware of it.
