Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I did knock,” Shawn said helplessly, trying not to stare at the bulge in Jude’s trousers. Eyes up. Jesus Christ, don’t make this any worse than it already is. “You didn’t answer.”
“I didn’t fucking hear you. But you just barged in anyway.” Jude covered the tent in his sweatpants with his hand.
His face was flushed. It was hard for Shawn to tell how much was embarrassment and how much was anger. “You should have locked it,” he said unhelpfully, then mentally kicked himself for his lack of filter. Bit late to point that out now.
“I thought I had!”
“I’m sorry,” Shawn said again. “I didn’t… I mean….” Sensible words eluded him. There was no script for this. “I found this. It’s yours. I’ll go now.” He threw the hoodie at Jude, turned, and fled, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Back in his own room, Shawn paced back and forth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He scrubbed his hands through his hair, stopped pacing, and glared at his laptop where it lay on his desk, a threatening presence.
No. I can’t.
He threw himself down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
But what if he was wrong? Maybe he’d misinterpreted what he saw? Maybe Jude was just watching another guy on camera who happened to look a bit like him? Shawn tried to tell himself that it was none of his business anyway, but he needed to know.
He got up and locked his door—learning from Jude’s mistake there—then sat at his desk and opened his laptop carefully, as if it was an unexploded bomb he had to defuse. He pulled up his web browser and typed in the words burned onto his brain: Boyz on Cam.
After an 18+ warning, the site loaded quickly and Shawn half covered his face with a hand, as though peeking through his fingers could make this better. He scrolled past a few photos of half-naked guys with nice abs and inviting smiles, but none of them was Jude.
Then he noticed a link at the top reading “Live Shows.”
Mouth dry and heart racing, he clicked on it. He didn’t think it was possible for his heart to beat any faster, but when he saw Jude’s face grinning suggestively at him from a thumbnail image, he seriously wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack at the age of twenty-one.
He knew he shouldn’t look, didn’t even know why he wanted to go any further. He’d confirmed his suspicions, and that was all he needed to know. Yet, with a shaking hand, he clicked on the link anyway.
Immediately, Jude’s voice came out of his speakers, tinny but unmistakable. “Anyway, let’s get back to business, guys. Sorry about the interruption. I thought I’d locked my door, but obviously not. I guess my housemate will be more careful in future, huh?”
Jude was sprawled in his chair again, still wearing sweatpants, rubbing at his soft bulge, teasing it back to hardness. Shawn’s interruption had obviously put him off his stride.
Then Jude chuckled. “No, he’s straight.”
Confused for a moment, Shawn wondered who he was talking to. Intent on watching Jude, he hadn’t noticed the chat box on the side of the screen. He glanced at it and saw the barrage of messages.
Wanna see ur cock again
Hurry up
Is ur housemate gay?
Then another message popped up as Shawn watched.
Is he hot?
Would you do him?
“Yeah, he’s hot as fuck. He’s the one I was telling you guys about last time, remember? And yes, I totally would if I thought there was any chance he’d let me.”
Shawn gaped at the screen, an uncomfortable blend of emotions swirling in his stomach. What the hell? Jude thought he was hot, and he’d been telling his customers—clients, whatever they were—about him while he was jerking off on camera? He wasn’t sure whether to be horrified or flattered. Maybe a bit of both?
But before he had time to work out his feelings, he was distracted because Jude got his cock out again and started stroking it slowly and obviously.
This was so wrong. So, so wrong on so many levels of wrongness. And yet Shawn couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d never seen another guy jerk off before; he’d never wanted to. But something about the slide of Jude’s hand and the sight of the head popping out of his fist on every stroke was mesmerising.
Without conscious thought or guidance, Shawn’s hand found its way to his dick. He squeezed himself through his sweatpants, shocked to find that he was half-hard.
Maybe it was normal to be turned on by this? Watching another guy wanking was making Shawn think about wanking; that must be it. Shawn liked wanking—who didn’t? And once the idea was in his head, it seemed logical that he would want to jerk off too.
He shook his head. It wasn’t that he thought Jude was hot. Because Shawn wasn’t into guys. He liked girls. He liked tits and pussy, and just because it hadn’t worked out with Beth, it didn’t change that. Shawn had had good sex with girls, lots of good sex, and he’d never been interested in a guy before.