from the plaster walls. The picture showed Gandalf from Fellowship of the Ring above the words YOU SHALL NOT PASS in great white block letters. Robert and Liam’s goalkeeper, Heather, had given them matching posters to celebrate the Warriors keeping more clean sheets than any other Scottish amateur team last season.
“I cannae believe this is the first time we’re looking at porn together.” Liam shifted the laptop to his side so he could see better. “Feels like we should be eleven, not twenty-one.”
“Ten years ago the streaming quality would’ve been shit.”
“Says the man with no buffering. Oh wait, mine’s started again.” He watched as Brandon turned over on the massage table to lie on his back and Kevin leaned down to suck him. The spell broken, Liam decided to keep his hand off himself for now. It was always more fun to come with the actors, though that was much easier with a looping five-minute clip than a twenty-eight-minute video. “So what do you fancy, porn-wise?”
“You mean like certain studios?”
Liam guffawed. “Nah, mate, this isn’t Sundance Film Festival. I mean, what do you like to watch men do? Threesomes, bondage, solo wanks, et cetera.”
“Is it horrendously heterosexual of me to say I like the kissing?”
Liam smiled. “On the contrary, loads of gays find that a massive turn-on. We’re not all about the cocks and arses, you know. We’re also about mouths.”
“Maybe that’s what it is, cos I also love close-ups of blowjobs. Like that there.” Robert paused as Kevin twirled his tongue around the bulging head of Brandon’s cock. “What about you? What do you fancy, porn-wise?”
“I’m into the wee details. Toes curling, thighs quivering, hands clutching the sheets. That sort of thing.”
“I never knew you were so artistic. Too bad there’s no soft-core gay porn. You’d probably like that.”
“Nah, I’d miss all the ball-licking.”
Robert laughed. “It’s cool we can finally talk about this stuff.”
“Aye, now we’re real best mates.” That didn’t come out right. “Not that we weren’t before.”
“I know what you mean,” Robert said. “Things have changed. But in a good way, right?”
Liam forced himself not to hesitate. “Right.”
But Robert’s words, “Things have changed,” chilled Liam’s gut. He was trying not to acknowledge the cataclysmic effect that hooking up could have on their friendship. It was easier not to question it, easier just to enjoy Robert’s body and attention (while he still could) than to analyze what was going on—or worse, predict what might happen.
Theoretically, there was no reason their relationship couldn’t progress slowly. They could start with hookups and then gradually come to care about each other more and more over the course of weeks or months, until they either made a commitment or broke up. Like normal couples did.
Problem was, he’d already cared about Robert—already loved Robert, albeit in a different way—long before their first kiss. For them, there was no casual starting line. So how could they ever be normal?
On-screen, Kevin and Brandon switched places, the alleged massage therapist now leaning back against the table and his “client” kneeling between his legs. Brandon peeled down Kevin’s yoga trousers and then, with no teasing preamble, swallowed him whole.
After a few moments of head bobbing, Robert said, “Is it me or is Brandon’s oral work a bit mechanical?”
Liam shoved his fears to the back of his mind again. “Aye, he’s pure crap at blowjobs. You get the feeling it’s beneath him, like a football striker who hates to track back and defend.”
“So he’s the Diego Costa of porn stars.”
Liam laughed. “Exactly. The fact Brandon has nae clue what to do with another man’s cock, along with the fact he never ever bottoms, tells me he’s probably one of the straight ones.”
“In real life? Some of the actors are straight?”
“Loads of them. Must
“I cannae believe this is the first time we’re looking at porn together.” Liam shifted the laptop to his side so he could see better. “Feels like we should be eleven, not twenty-one.”
“Ten years ago the streaming quality would’ve been shit.”
“Says the man with no buffering. Oh wait, mine’s started again.” He watched as Brandon turned over on the massage table to lie on his back and Kevin leaned down to suck him. The spell broken, Liam decided to keep his hand off himself for now. It was always more fun to come with the actors, though that was much easier with a looping five-minute clip than a twenty-eight-minute video. “So what do you fancy, porn-wise?”
“You mean like certain studios?”
Liam guffawed. “Nah, mate, this isn’t Sundance Film Festival. I mean, what do you like to watch men do? Threesomes, bondage, solo wanks, et cetera.”
“Is it horrendously heterosexual of me to say I like the kissing?”
Liam smiled. “On the contrary, loads of gays find that a massive turn-on. We’re not all about the cocks and arses, you know. We’re also about mouths.”
“Maybe that’s what it is, cos I also love close-ups of blowjobs. Like that there.” Robert paused as Kevin twirled his tongue around the bulging head of Brandon’s cock. “What about you? What do you fancy, porn-wise?”
“I’m into the wee details. Toes curling, thighs quivering, hands clutching the sheets. That sort of thing.”
“I never knew you were so artistic. Too bad there’s no soft-core gay porn. You’d probably like that.”
“Nah, I’d miss all the ball-licking.”
Robert laughed. “It’s cool we can finally talk about this stuff.”
“Aye, now we’re real best mates.” That didn’t come out right. “Not that we weren’t before.”
“I know what you mean,” Robert said. “Things have changed. But in a good way, right?”
Liam forced himself not to hesitate. “Right.”
But Robert’s words, “Things have changed,” chilled Liam’s gut. He was trying not to acknowledge the cataclysmic effect that hooking up could have on their friendship. It was easier not to question it, easier just to enjoy Robert’s body and attention (while he still could) than to analyze what was going on—or worse, predict what might happen.
Theoretically, there was no reason their relationship couldn’t progress slowly. They could start with hookups and then gradually come to care about each other more and more over the course of weeks or months, until they either made a commitment or broke up. Like normal couples did.
Problem was, he’d already cared about Robert—already loved Robert, albeit in a different way—long before their first kiss. For them, there was no casual starting line. So how could they ever be normal?
On-screen, Kevin and Brandon switched places, the alleged massage therapist now leaning back against the table and his “client” kneeling between his legs. Brandon peeled down Kevin’s yoga trousers and then, with no teasing preamble, swallowed him whole.
After a few moments of head bobbing, Robert said, “Is it me or is Brandon’s oral work a bit mechanical?”
Liam shoved his fears to the back of his mind again. “Aye, he’s pure crap at blowjobs. You get the feeling it’s beneath him, like a football striker who hates to track back and defend.”
“So he’s the Diego Costa of porn stars.”
Liam laughed. “Exactly. The fact Brandon has nae clue what to do with another man’s cock, along with the fact he never ever bottoms, tells me he’s probably one of the straight ones.”
“In real life? Some of the actors are straight?”
“Loads of them. Must
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