[When the punch doesn't happen, Gar figures it's merely because Jason's distracted. They both are. This was such a stupid, idiotic mistake to watch this together. Gar had heard of guys doing this, but he never understood it. How in the world did guys just hang around and watch porn together while not feeling like they were going to explode. The longer the images flashed across the screen, the more Gar knew with sudden clarity that he wasn't straight.
Not that it really mattered to him, but maybe he could have figured it out before he started watching this shit with another guy, one that was apparently exactly Gar's type, whatever the heck that was. A whine from the computer screen caught his attention. The man that was tied down, cheeks red, was flipped over and his master, or whatever was stroking him briefly. His dick had cum all over it. That really had Gar turned on, and he could feel his own cock responding.
That was a problem, cause he knew that he would be leaking by now. His own dick was so freaking sensitive. It started from the second he was turned on and never seemed to stop. It was like it didn't know it was supposed to wait for the end. If Gar reached for the blanket now, it would really be obvious, but so would a giant wet stain up near his waist.
Jason's foot ran along Gar's ankle. The nerves were so sensitive now that it sent a chill up his spine and he slipped his hand further up Jason's thigh. He'd never even kissed someone, and now all he could do was think about touching him and having Jason touch him. The guy getting rimmed on screen was suddenly being fucked-- gar had missed when that started, lost in his own mind, but it was fucking hot. He knew what was about to happen, but it was like he was seeing it all for the first time. ]
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Date: 2023-06-04 02:05 pm (UTC)Not that it really mattered to him, but maybe he could have figured it out before he started watching this shit with another guy, one that was apparently exactly Gar's type, whatever the heck that was. A whine from the computer screen caught his attention. The man that was tied down, cheeks red, was flipped over and his master, or whatever was stroking him briefly. His dick had cum all over it. That really had Gar turned on, and he could feel his own cock responding.
That was a problem, cause he knew that he would be leaking by now. His own dick was so freaking sensitive. It started from the second he was turned on and never seemed to stop. It was like it didn't know it was supposed to wait for the end. If Gar reached for the blanket now, it would really be obvious, but so would a giant wet stain up near his waist.
Jason's foot ran along Gar's ankle. The nerves were so sensitive now that it sent a chill up his spine and he slipped his hand further up Jason's thigh. He'd never even kissed someone, and now all he could do was think about touching him and having Jason touch him. The guy getting rimmed on screen was suddenly being fucked-- gar had missed when that started, lost in his own mind, but it was fucking hot. He knew what was about to happen, but it was like he was seeing it all for the first time. ]