He tries not to react, but his nostrils flare in dread. I can’t begin to say how much joy that brings me.
“Why don’t you rent a movie,” he suggests. “You can choose anything you like.”
“No. Don’t want to. Don’t want to watch a movie. Just want to watch porn.”
He blinks hard twice and then carefully unclenches his jaw to speak. “Fine. What do you want to watch?”
I direct him to my favorite site and tell him what to search for. “This is gay porn, you know that don’t you, Asshole?” I trill. “It involves two guys. Two naked guys. It involves cocks in mouths and cocks crammed up asses. Think you can handle that?”
“I’m aware of the phenomenon that is gay porn,” he says dryly.
I press my hand over my mouth hard to suppress the giggle that leaves me.
“Not that one,” I say, with a dramatic flick of my wrist, as he airplays what’s on his phone onto the TV screen. “Not that one either.” I do it until I’m absolutely positive he’s borderline homicidal. “Thatone.”
I’m so euphoric at the prospect of making him uncomfortable, I don’t fully register the effect my little plan will have on me until it’s too late. The clip I’ve landed on turns out to be super-hot. Two shredded guys making each other moan – how could it not be? The top is aggressive, just how I like it. The bottom moans his ass off as he gets his hole plowed. I start reacting to it quickly. Warmth flows down my body and makes my cock stiffen. I can’t help it; the sound guys make when they fuck does it for me.
I glance over at Asshole, hoping to see him cringing in discomfort, to my disbelief I see him leaning back heavily on the sofa. His head is tilted back slightly. Now and again, he expels a heavy breath through his mouth.
What. The. Hell?
He appears to be so engrossed he doesn’t notice my gaze. I take the opportunity to study him fully. His lashes are dark like his hair. They’re short, but they curl up, bringing something almost sweet to his profile. His cheekbones are high and strong like his jawline. The crookedness of his nose gives his whole face an unexpected, sculptural quality.
Once I have my fill of his face, I allow my eyes to wander down. He’s wearing a black tee today. I’m not positive, but I think it might be tighter on him than yesterday’s was. His chest is broad. His pecs bulge under the fabric. He’s sitting with his legs splayed open. I can’t help it, my eyes land on his groin. They widen instantly. I see the clear outline of his dick. It’s erect, so swollen, it’s straining against the fly of his hideous pants.
I recoil in shock, quickly turning back to the screen. The performers are still at it. The bottom is being pounded into the mattress. Their bodies are making a slick, slapping sound when they connect. I feel disconnected from what I’m seeing. It doesn’t do anything for me. I can see it, but I can’t feel it. The only thing I can feel is the hot, intoxicating presence of the hard dick beside me. I feel panicky. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to look. I don’t know how to behave knowing I’m sitting next to my mortal enemy and we’ve both sprouted boners.
What’s the fucking social norm for that?
I find it hard to sit still. Almost impossible. I can’t seem to keep my eye on the screen, no matter how hard I try. And believe me, I’m trying hard. My eyes are magnetically drawn to Asshole’s lap. I gnaw at my bottom lip. I bite it hard enough to make me wince in an effort to distract myself. It doesn’t help. I can’t look away.
I can’t look away, to the extent that I don’t even feel his focus shifting. I’m so engrossed by what I’m staring at, I don’t notice he’s not watching porn anymore. When I finally do, I realize with shock he’s not looking at the screen. He’s looking straight at me. I’m so startled I let out an dry squawk. He smiles with his lips, but not with his eyes. Those are still dark and intense.
“Wha…?” My throat goes dry and I lose my trail of thought.
“D’you want to suck my dick?” he says as if it’s a perfectly normal, reasonable thing to say to someone who hates you.
“Do I have a choice in the matter?”
“I asked if youwantedto. Choice is strongly implied. Non-con isn’t my thing.”
I’m appalled by the question. Disgusted and infuriated. What would make him think I’d ever,everdo something like this? The nerve of him is unreal.
What’s more unbelievable is the fact that after he’s eyed me for a while he stands up, casual as can be, and starts unbuckling his belt. If I didn’t know for a fact we were alone in the apartment, I’d think I was being pranked.
As surreal as this whole scenario is, it’s still not the strangest thing happening right now. As I watch him undoing his fly, I find myself moving. I don’t know how it happens or why. I swear to God, when I do it, my body is out of my control. I slide off the sofa and onto my knees on the floor in front of him. I can’t explain it. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. My face is close to his waist. Too close. I’m watching his hands with the intensity of a dog waiting for a treat. He looks down at me with a strange look on his face. It reads as confusion with a dash of suspicion.
Ah,I think,that must be it – I must be teasing him.
Yes, of course, that’s it.That’swhy I’m doing this. I’m playing his game and I’m going to beat him at it.
I’m hit by a quick rush of exhilaration. I’m about to humiliate the fuck out of this guy. I try not to show how happy I am. I sit back on my heels and watch him as he frees himself. His hands are oafishly big. Tanned dark, with faded scars criss-crossed on the knuckles. He undoes his top button and unzips his fly. His pants fall open to reveal white boxer briefs struggling to contain his erection. For some reason it seems odd to see someone like him wearing something as banal as underwear. It doesn’t look right. It gives rise to an acute longing to see him without them. He slides his thumb under the waistband and pushes his boxers down to reveal thick, dark hair and the most sublime cock I’ve ever seen.
Relax. I’ve got this.
He pushes his pants and underwear down a little more. His whole cock is exposed and so are his balls. His balls are big and full. Low hangers, just how I like them. His dick is unreal. Just a little more than average in length, but the same can’t be said for the girth.
Dear God. The girth.
