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Okay, so you admit. You have a problem. Cool guys like you never admit something like this, but you decide to be honest. You are in some really deep, fucked up shit. Right now, you’re in your best friends’ room, in the middle of spying on what he’s been up to on his computer.
You were talking to John about something, you think it had to deal with rope... you can’t remember exactly and the reason why is because as soon as rope came out of your mouth, John started blushing like crazy. You tried to get him to spill about why he kept on blushing, but all he would do is stutter and get even redder. You couldn’t get the image of him out of your head for some reason. You had a hunch of what it could be, so you decided to test your theory.
You told John that you were hungry, and he went downstairs into the kitchen to get something for both of you to snack on. This should buy you enough time, because you know that every time john goes into the kitchen, he and his dad fight about what would be appropriate to eat. John tries to get something small, quick, and easy while his dad insists on some kind of sugary junk food that’s made from Betty Crocker. You don’t know why they fight every time, but you never asked. Nor do you intend to. You would just be pointlessly fueling the fire, anyways.
As soon as the door closed, you were sitting at his computer and entering his stupid lame-ass password. It was easy to guess what it would be, since he never stopped rambling on and on about Con-Air. You type it in and go straight to the latest history on his web browser. Oh shit! You almost say this aloud because you’re so taken aback. You even check the time and click on the last thing he saw. Yeah, you thought so. Right before you came over, he was watching porn.
Not just any kind of porn, but gay-ass porn with a lot of ropes, chains, and all kinds of shit. You glance at the door and think. You know that it’ll probably another ten minutes before the fight is over, so you decide to watch one. Just one, to see what kind of stuff he likes. Of course, on the off chance that he comes in while you’re still watching it, you could say that it was for ironic purposes only.
Your interest gets the best of you and you find yourself flash stepping around closing the shades and setting a box of Kleenex next to you out of habit and just in case. You then proceed to click on the video that’s already loaded and let it play. Suddenly you hear a loud, blasting moan from the computer, over and over again. Oh, shit. Shit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck shiiiootttttt. You forgot to check the speaker volume!!
Apparently someone had it up realllyyy loud... You start to blush, thinking about John sitting here and watching this with it up that loud and jacking off. You concentrate and try to find the speakers. The moans keep on echoing and don’t stop as you try and find the speaker. Once you finally find it you turn it all the way off. Well, shit. You glance at the door again, knowing any minute that john would be running back up here to see what the fuck was going on. Total helllll.