He needed some quality time with his right hand, so he stripped down and stretched on his back.
He looked at the porn. A curvy redhead was touching herself sensually, running her hands over her amazing tits. It looked so hot. But somehow, Nate’s gaze kept drifting to the male porn star’s cock. He was well endowed, his cock thick and big, kind of similar to...
Nate’s mouth filled with saliva.
Fuck, he couldn’t look away from that cock. He nearly whined when the redhead licked the head before taking the cock into her mouth.
Nate shoved two fingers into his mouth. He moaned around them, his other hand stroking his erection frantically. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted a cock in his mouth. He wanted a fat cock stretching his lips.
Nate looked down at his cock, his eyes glassy with arousal. He wanted… Fuck, he wanted to taste it. Hell, he’d always been very flexible. It was worth a try.
He shoved a pillow under his back and lifted his legs to his head. For a moment, he thought it wouldn’t work, but then his cock was right there, long and hard. Nate leaned forward and licked the head, whining at the double sensation. Fuck, it felt so good. He took the cockhead into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it, ignoring the pain in his neck and back.
“Suck it, suck that cock, yeah,” the porn star said. “You’re such a cock slut, aren’t you?”
The over-the-top lines that normally made Nate roll his eyes just turned him on now. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking on the head and wishing he could take the cock deeper, wishing there were hands gripping his hair and holding him still as Ferrara thrust into his mouth, infuriatingly arrogant and bossy—
He came, moaning around his own cock weakly.
He swallowed his jizz and let his legs fall.
Still panting, Nate stared at the ceiling dazedly.
Fuck.
***
All right, apparently fantasizing about sucking a cock—and even wanting to suck a cock—was fairly normal for straight guys. At least that was what Google and Reddit told Nate. That was a little reassuring. Not that he would necessarily freak out if he turned out to be bi—his parents were awesome and Nate was pretty sure Maya was into some weird gay werewolf porn—but Nate just genuinely didn’t think he was attracted to men. The idea of having sex with men, kissing them and getting naked with them was just… odd. He didn’t think he was attracted to men. It was just the idea of sucking a hard, thick cock that got him all hot and bothered. And if the cock in his fantasies was shaped like his horrible ex-boss’s, it was probably totally normal, considering that it was the only cock he’d ever sucked—besides his own.
So, what did that mean? Apparently he was just a straight weirdo brainwashed into wanting to suck cock.
Maya laughed at him when he told her that.
“I think you just need to get out and get laid,” she said, grinning. “By a woman with a cock, if that’s what you’re into.”
Nate frowned. “I don’t like one-night stands. You know that.”
The look Maya gave him was something between fond and exasperated. “Then don’t make it a one-night stand. You don’t have a job yet—why don’t you use that free time to get a nice girlfriend—or a nice someone.”
“I’m not into guys,” Nate said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m serious about it, Maya. I’m not in denial. I can’t imagine wanting to kiss another man.”
His sister’s expression was full of skepticism. “You won’t know until you try it. Seriously, get out and get laid. You’re starting to depress me too with your constant moping.”
“I’m not moping.”
“Oh, really? Please. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were fired from your job instead of quitting. You’re totally moping, dumbass.”
That was the thing about living with a sibling: they knew you too well to buy your bullshit.
Nate sighed and leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “All right, yeah,” he admitted quietly, looking at the logo of RD Software under Rangers 5’s. “I feel so down, and fuck, I’m not even sure why. I should be happy, right? I won the bet, I proved him wrong. But I feel…” He shrugged, unable to articulate it.
Maya smiled crookedly, raking her fingers through Nate’s hair. “Ever thought you might have actually liked your job?”
Nate laughed, but it sounded shaky and unconvincing even to him.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said faintly. “I’ve never wanted to be a PA. I’ll find a new job soon—a better job—and I’ll get over this. I’m sure of it.”
Except finding a new job turned out to be much harder than Nate had expected.
Over the next few weeks, he applied for job after job, without any success. On the rare occasion that he was called for an interview, they seemed to like him well enough during the interviews, but he hadn’t heard back from any of them.