I sat on the couch and reviewed the afternoons events in my head. It had felt so
right with Adam, and I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t gay, I didn’t want to be.
I layed back on the couch, trying to erase the events. I couldn’t get over it, the way
his mouth felt on my cock. How his warm tongue glided over my body. I rubbed
the front of my pants absentmindly, still thinking about the blowjob i’d received.
I stuck my hand inside my briefs, remembering his hot breath over my skin. My
eyes closed and I rubbed my shaft slowly, gently. I could almost feel his lips on
mine, him nearing naked, me watching his head bob on my cock. I rubbed my
dick a bit faster and bit my lip. I started imagining him all the way naked, on his
hands and knees, begging for my cock. I moaned quietly and rubbed faster,
arching up my hips. I thought about putting my cock in his ass, moaning and
thrusting. His hot little body squirming under me. His moans echoing through
the room. I moaned again, louder, as I felt pressure building in my balls. With
a few more jerks, I was cumming, spurting over my stomach. I panted and then
realized what I had done. I felt disgusted with myself and grabbed some tissues,
cleaning myself off.
“What the hell just happened? What he fuck is wrong with you, Cody?” I shook my
head and kicked the wall.

I had to clear my head.