2. Jagger

Jagger

C ameron's words register a second too late, right as the now open door reveals my roommate Liam standing stark naked in the middle of the room, getting railed from behind by his boyfriend Cruz.

His jaw is hanging open in a silent scream—which explains why I had no idea they were banging in here since those two fuckers are never this quiet. Ever.

Liam's forearms flex as he grips at Cruz's ass, urging him to keep going, which he does, despite me standing here, wide-eyed and mortified…Cruz's fingers dig into Liam's hips, hard enough that the skin is white under the pressure and will probably bruise later. But the grip gives him the leverage to plow Liam hard. Harder than I've ever fucked a woman, that's for sure, and the raw power of his movements is sort of mesmerizing. For the life of me, I can't turn away. I stand frozen, like a peeping Tom in the doorway, feet anchored to the ground like I've stepped in quicksand.

With each potent thrust from Cruz, Liam's cock bounces up and smacks his stomach, leaving drops of precum glistening on his tight abs. Over and over again it jolts in rhythm with the motion of Cruz's hips, and even though I've never had an interest in seeing another man's dick, I literally cannot take my eyes off that rock hard shaft bobbing up and down.

I've never seen anything like it. A rigid cock flying in the wind, moving only because of the pounding coming from behind. It's damn near riveting. Hypnotic.

Then suddenly it erupts, cum bursting from the tip and falling to the floor in pulsating spurts, which I have an unobstructed view of since it's untouched . Untouched!

Holy shit! I didn't know dicks could do that without assistance. I thought you needed friction, or pressure, or something to pull your cum from your balls, but nothing is latched onto Liam's cock right now, except maybe my eyes, which are still… Shit!

Taking my gaze off my roommate's junk, I bring them to his face and find he's watching me with a startled yet slightly amused expression. "I… The Jeep isn't here. And you're… Fuck." I back out of the room and close the door behind me, nearly tripping in my haste to get back to the kitchen. And even as my feet carry me in that direction, my mind is still in the bedroom, where I just witnessed my roommate's dick break the laws of physics.

"Kitcat!"

I blink Cameron into focus, wondering how long he's been waving his hand in front of my face. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong? Could you not find the protein?"

"I found protein all right, just not the kind that goes in smoothies."

Cam studies me like I've grown a second head, which I suppose is possible since physics no longer applies. "What does that mean?"

My mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water as I try to get my brain back on track. "Did you know you can blow a load without anything touching your dick? "

Cam knows me so well it's virtually impossible for me to shock him, but the way his eyes get comically wide tells me that's not the response he was expecting.

"Okay." He blows out a cautious breath. "I think I understand what's happening here, but I'm not following why you'd want to blow a load in your smoothie. Or what that has to do with not touching your cock."

I jerk a thumb over my shoulder. "Those two are banging back there—yeah who knew they could be so quiet—and I just watched Liam shoot completely untouched."

That doesn't seem to shock him as much as it did me.

He lets out a lungful of air. "Oh, thank god. For a second, I thought you were really taking this proprietary recipe thing to heart."

Reaching over the island, I smack his pec with the back of my hand. "Okay. A, don't give me ideas you wouldn't want to try. And B, be serious. I just saw Liam come without anything touching his cock. How is that even possible?"

"Cruz must've been pounding his prostate." Cam shrugs like that's the obvious solution. Except it's not obvious. Not to me.

"Hitting your prostate does that? For real?" I've heard of that, of course. I just never thought it was a thing.

"Are you telling me with as much sex as you have you didn't know that?"

"Why would I? Girls don't have them."

"You do."

"Yeah but, it's in my butt. It's not like I can just shove my own finger up there while railing someone's daughter, can I? I'm not even sure I'd want to."

"Even if it would make you bust a nut untouched? "

Okay, when he puts it that way… I mean, I've never considered putting anything up my ass, even my own digits, but if there's something back there that feels so good it can make you shoot off on its own, no other activities necessary… That might be worth exploring. But how?

Is this a between the legs and reach underneath situation, or do you go under a leg and between the cheeks? I suppose I might be able to twist and arch backward or something… And how far do you have to go before you find that golden spot? Do you make a come hither motion like you do with women, or is there a different gesture?

"Are you gonna finish this smoothie thing, or are you going down a different rabbit hole?" Cam's wearing a wry smirk since he already knows the answer.

I just learned my dick can do something I've never tried before, of course I've gotta follow that thread.

"A different one." I wander to the couch and flop down on the cushion, kicking my feet on the coffee table as I try to remember where I left off.

I feel bad walking away from the smoothie thing, but I know I won't be able to concentrate on it right now. After what I witnessed and the revelation it inspired, it's all I can think about. Not because I'm obsessed with sex, but because I'm wondering if something like this could make it interesting again.

I've had a complicated relationship with sex for as long as I can remember. My dad used it as a way to coast through life, letting women treat him to everything from meals to clothes to—I suspect—getaways when he was supposed to be camping . Considering he was married to my mom during all this, I swore never to follow his example, and for a while, I avoided sex altogether as if it, not him, were the culprit for his bad behavior .

But I had the same urges as any other teenage boy, and when I finally gave into them, I discovered I love sex. I had it as often as I could, and since I inherited my dad's good looks, it was never hard to find. I figured as long as I wasn't trying to get special favors like he did then I was better than him, and to an extent I still believe that's true.

In my head, anyway. My body seems to have missed the memo, or maybe changed its mind.

Over the past few months, I haven't been enjoying sex the way I used to. That hasn't stopped me from having it, obviously , but it doesn't give me the same thrill it once did, and I have no idea why. Is it the women? Is it me? And if it's me, which head is the root of the problem?

That's why this new development is so intriguing. Liam looked like he was in fucking heaven, and if a little prostate tickle can make that happen, maybe I should be considering it.

Sometime later, when I'd started to veer toward a disturbing direction involving toys, the cushion next to me shifts as Cam takes a seat and turns on a video game. As he tries, once again, to beat Madden at his own game, my mind alternates between some of my favorite memories on the field, and whether trying to find my prostate would have a negative impact on my ability to run as fast as I do.

Seriously, what are the side effects of playing around back there?

The shrill ping of a text coming through my phone halts that train of thought—to be continued, I guess—but when I go to pull it out of my pocket it's not there.

"Have you seen my phone?" I ask Cam.

"Side table," he says without looking, and when I sit up enough to see around him, I spot it right where he said it'd be.

"Pass it over, will you? "

"Busy." His arms twist like he's driving a car, as if moving the controller will somehow make him better at pushing the buttons on it.

"Just pause for a second and hand it to me."

"Wait for me to finish this level."

"Ugh, never mind." I lean over his lap, forcing him to raise his arms so they're still free to drive the controller, and collapse on top of him as I stretch for my phone.

"Dude, you're blocking my view."

I ignore him and check the screen, groaning when I see the message. "Did I give that girl Anna my number last night?" I scoot back and roll over, using his thigh as a pillow as I read the message again.

"Dunno. You guys took the bedroom while her friend and I took the couch, remember?"

"Of course, I remember that , I just don't remember giving her my number."

"You must've if she's texting you. What's she want?"

"To hook up again." I frown at the screen.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Yes !" Cam hisses when he scores a touchdown.

"I'm not sure it's a good thing."

"Sex isn't good?"

"I mean it's not bad, but…"

"You must be doing it wrong, then."

I pinch his thigh, grinning to myself when he yelps. "I'm not doing it wrong. I don't do repeats, you know that." Repeats give the impression I'm interested in something more, and when girls get even the slightest hint of that they go all out trying to make it happen. Offering to buy me a drink, take me to a ballgame or a concert, whatever .

I know how that sounds, but I can't make that shit up. It's just easier if I make it clear up front that I'm not looking for anything serious, which is why this text asking if I want to come over so what's-her-name can cook me dinner makes no sense.

"You could try it." Cam lifts a shoulder.

"Not with this girl. She's sorta loud." That much I do remember, since I'd tried to race to the finish just so she'd stop squealing.

"That's bad?" Cam pulls his brows together.

"It is when it hurts my ears." I rub one like it's still ringing.

"That's usually a sign you're doing something right."

"Yeah, but fuck, sometimes I just want a good groan, you know. Instead of a shriek. Like the ones Liam makes. Dude sounds like he's losing his mind." My mind drifts— again —to what I walked in on earlier. Have I ever looked that wrecked while fucking?

"You got a thing for Liam?"

"Not what I said." I pinch Cam's thigh again, this time hard enough to make his leg jolt under my head. "I just think the low growl sounds more authentic than a wail, you know."

"If you don't like the way girls scream, maybe you're with the wrong sex."

"Yeah, right." I chuckle like I know he's expecting me to, although that suddenly doesn't sound as far-fetched as it should. Which reminds me… "How do you know so much about this prostate shit?"

"Google." Cam starts another game.

"You Googled how to get yourself to come untouched?"

"Not that specifically, but it came up."

I chew on my lip for a minute or two before pulling up a browser. Fuck it.

According to the answer factory, the prostate forces semen through your urethra when you ejaculate. I guess that could explain why touching it would make you blow your load, although I still don't follow why that alone would do it. A deeper dive reveals that prostate and penile orgasms are two different things, and prostate orgasms are often considered more intense and come with a shorter refractory period.

Now that's interesting.

But wait. It gets better. Both of them together are… Well according to the article it doesn't get any better than that.

That's what I need. But who would do it?

Of all the women I've hooked up with over the years, I can't picture a single one of them being willing to stick a finger up my ass. And even if I could convince a girl to do it, I can't imagine their dainty little hands would compare to the raw power of a hard cock, like what I witnessed my roommates doing earlier.

Oh my God. I just imagined getting fucked by a guy. This rabbit hole goes way deeper than expected. Does this mean I like guys now? Or dicks? How do I test that?

The leg under my head shifts as Cam contorts his body like he's evading the tackle instead of the guy on the screen, and a lightbulb appears over my head. Or it would've if I was a cartoon character.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"Lemme see your dick."

The room goes eerily silent as Cam pauses his game. "What?" He chokes back a cough. "Why?"

I rest my phone on my stomach and tilt my head back so I can see his face. "I want to see if it does anything for me."

His jaw is set firmly as he asks, "Why would my dick do anything for you?"

"Not yours specifically, in general. I want to see if I like dicks. "

"You don't know?" His brows draw together as he glances down to where my head is still resting on his leg.

"You do?" Mine lift up my forehead.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, you know or yeah you like ‘em?"

"I like ‘em."

I bolt up and spin on the couch so I can see his eyes. "You what ?"

He lifts a shoulder like ‘yeah I said it.'

"Since when?"

"Ninth grade. Jonah Colson got a handy in the seat across from me on the bus one afternoon, and when he whipped that sucker out, all long and hard and shit…damn." He bites his lip in a lame attempt to stop himself from smiling wistfully, which I'd find amusing if it weren't for the fact that I'd never heard about this before.

"How do I not know this about you?" I demand.

"I never said anything."

"And why not?"

"It's not exactly the kind of thing you share for no reason."

"Why do you need a reason to tell me anything? I'm your best friend."

"My straight best friend. You really want to hear about how I like dick?" Cam calls me out by arching a brow.

"You really want to believe I can't handle talking about dicks? You listen to me talking about pussy."

"I like that too, so… It's not really a hardship."

"You're missing the point, asshole. We tell each other everything, no exceptions."

I must be glaring pretty good since he ducks his head with a little, "Okay. "

"Okay," I huff, still a little miffed by the secret he's been keeping for six years . "Anything you want to share? Have you hooked up with a guy?"

"No."

"No? Why not."

He tosses the controller down—obviously, Madden is over for today—and leans back against the cushions. "I haven't found anyone I wanted to experiment with, you know."

The wary look he's giving me suggests he doesn't think I'll understand that, but I actually do, considering I was just asking myself the same question. Sort of.

"Yeah, I know."

"Wait." He sits up, giving me a curious once over. "You like dicks, too?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Pussy hasn't really done it for me in a minute, and then fucking Liam blew so hard it was like watching a cannon blast, so… that's why I wanted to see yours." My gaze falls to his lap before I can stop it, but I snap back to meet his eyes before it lingers there too long.

"I literally can't even count the number of times you've seen it and it's never done anything for you. Why would this be any different?"

"Changing in a room full of our teammates doesn't count." I roll my eyes. "It isn't hard then."

"It's not hard now."

My gaze wanders down to his lap—again—confirming that statement is only partially true, but it's not worth disagreeing over.

"Well, can't you make it hard?"

Cam squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, like he can't believe we're having this conversation, but since it's not even close to the strangest thing we've talked about, I don't know why he's being so weird.

"You want to see it so bad you make it hard," he grunts.

"How?"

"You got one hanging between your legs, do what you'd do to yourself."

That makes a certain amount of sense… and I guess if I want to know whether I like dicks I may as well touch one instead of just looking at it like a zoo animal.

I reach for his zipper, which is bulging slightly more than it was a minute ago, same as mine is. But before I can pull it down our horny roommates come strolling into the room, talking loudly about what to have for dinner, until they realize my hand is hovering over the growing bulge in Cam's pants.

"What's going on here?" Cruz asks, eyes darting back and forth between us.

"Kitcat wants to know if he likes dick." Cam's stare finds mine, and for the first time in, maybe ever, I realize I don't know what he's thinking.

"So, you're showing him yours?" A sly smile creeps over Liam's face, and something about it makes me think he doesn't credit my curiosity to his getting caught in the act earlier. Weird .

"What would that prove? He sees your dick all the time," Cruz says.

"I mentioned that." Cam's expression is still impossible to read, which is starting to freak me out. Did I cross a line? Maybe I need to walk this back.

"No one's hard in the locker room," I remind them as I pull my hand back and sit sideways on the couch, facing them all. "I thought it would make a difference. "

Liam rises to his toes and peeks over the arm of the couch. "Doesn't look that hard to me."

"Because I hadn't touched it yet, obviously ."

"Can we stop talking about my dick now?" Cam asks the room as he picks up his controller. "I'm going to finish my game."

"And I'm going to rub one out in the shower since all this dick talk is making me hard." I push up from the couch, jousting a finger at Liam and Cruz. "Fuck you very much." I storm out with a huff, even more confused than I was five minutes ago.

"Guess we really did blow his mind earlier," Cruz nudges Liam as they collapse into a fit of laughter that follows me up the stairs.