Page 8 of Curious Cameron
I don't think Trevor knows I walked in on him. He had his headphones on so he might not have heard me.
We might be close, but we're notthatclose.
It was a shock to find him with his dick out, grunting and murmuring dirty things while he watched that filthy video.
I'm not sure what's seared more into my brain: the sight of Trevor fisting his big fat dick or the sight of that skinny guy getting railed by two burly men.
With a groan, I pull the sheets over my head and hide. Why am I freaking out? It’s not like I’m scared of Trevor or anything. He’d never hurt me, he was just taking care of himself privately.
I'm the one who was in the wrong. And it’s not as if I didn’t know he was gay. Of course, Trevor watches gay porn.
It’s just…I’ve never heard Trevor make those kinds of sounds before.
The things he said. The way he said them.
How fast he was stroking himself off while watching that actor.
I bury my face into the pillow and desperately try to ignore the weird reactions my body is having as I think about Trevor touching himself. My heart is going crazy and my dick is doing weird things. I can feel myself getting harder as the seconds tick by while my mind goes around in a loop.
Eventually, I doze off.
When an alarm on my phone starts to chime, I nearly fall out of bed. Confused, I look at the screen. The alarm is labeled, reminding me to take my medication. That's right. I did what Trevor told me to do last night.
No more remembering. I've just got to do what the alarms tell me to do…and do whatever else Trevor thinks is a good idea.
I pull myself out of bed and wander into the bathroom. I pour myself a glass of water and swallow the chalky tablets that'll make my brain behave itself. I don't love taking this stuff, but I don't hate it either. Mostly it just makes it easier to get through the day. It's like eating breakfast or taking vitamins. Another way to take care of yourself.
Shit, my vitamins.
Where did those go?
Most of the rooms in the house are still kind of a train wreck if I'm being honest. We have partially unpacked boxes everywhere. I start to poke around at what's in the bathroom as I search for my vitamin bottle, eventually breaking open a box that's still taped up.
When I look at what's inside, I start to feel lightheaded. My vision blurs and my cheeks heat up.
There's a bright pink dildo inside. Along with a bottle of lube. There's some other stuff too, but I don't snoop more than I already have.
Shit, how did I miss that box had Trevor's name on the side?
Okay, now I really know too much about my best friend.
Though, is that even a thing anymore? Trevor's more than my best friend. He's my husband, technically. We're going to be spending forever together…and he's always saying we share everything now.
Does that mean it's okay to share the lube?
And maybe the dildo too?
Holy shit, I can't believe my thoughts. Or how my body is reacting to this discovery. I look down at the stiffy tenting up the front of my boxers. I seriously don't understand why this is happening. But if I don't deal with it now, it's going to be a problem for the rest of the day.
And I can't have Trevor finding out about this.
I know it's totally messed up, but I take the lube and toy back to bed.
I'm still hard. Fuck. What's my deal?
I try to blame it on the stress of moving and leaving college and this new focus on my health, but to be honest I think something else might be going on too. I breathe in deeply and sigh loudly. I try to withhold judgment on myself as I dip my hand past the waistband of my boxers.
With only a few tugs, I'm fully erect.
