Staring up at the spinning fan above his bed, Marcus wondered how this had happened.
He had gone into the brush to take a leak, then the next thing he knew, he was shooting his load down Gavin’s throat.
Marcus ran his hand through his hair as he continued to stare up at the spinning blades.
Did this make him gay? Bi?
Or was he just another horny straight dude looking to get his balls drained?
College dudes exchanged “brojobs” all the time, didn’t they?
College dudes.
What a bunch of fuckin’ wimps.
Every time he saw them working out at his gym, he justwanted to go over and punch them in their perfect, straight teeth.
They were either drooling over themselves as they flexed their muscles in the mirrors around them. Or they were filming themselves, then checking their post every fifteen seconds to see if they got any likes.
Marcus wanted to show them his likes—right between their fucking teeth.
The gym was a place to work out, not admire yourself in the mirror like some small-dicked college jock, trying to validate his existence through the power of social media.
On second thought, just because college jocks exchanged “brojobs” wasn’t a reason to confirm he wasn’t gay. He was pretty sure all those “college jocks” were secretly gay for gay men’s dick.
Getting back to the face-dicking he had given Gavin earlier this evening. Yup, he was pretty sure that his dick was trying to tell him something.
First, he had never been so fuckin’ hard in his entire life.
Second, he had never enjoyed a blow job the way he had when Gavin was going down on him.
Was it the boy’s skills? Was it the public setting? Or was it something deeper?
Whatever it was, he kind of wanted to experience it once again.
But should he?
He wasn’t gay. Was he maybe bi?
Nikolai and Caden had both thought they were straight as well, but look at them now.
Dick swallowers all the way.
Was he just like them? Discovering late in life that gay sex was the way to go?
Or had he always been into dudes but just hadn’t really thought about it?
Letting out a breath, he turned to glance at the clock on his nightstand.
Two a.m.
Fuck this.He threw the sheet off his body and got out of bed.
The moment he opened his bedroom door, he froze.
Sitting against the wall, just outside the door, was Gavin, puppy in lap, stroking his head.
“Oh, hey,” Gavin said, suddenly startled.
