Trevor’s jaw drops, and his eyes widen. “Um, isn’t that, uh, isn’t that a little gay?” he asks me.

I’ve just proposed my idea, and I didn’t say a single word. I made a gesture with my hand—one I can only assume is a universal gesture around the world for jerking off. I don’t like that he thinks this would be gay, but considering it’s my idea, I guess it is a little gay.

“What else do you do with porn?” I raise my eyebrows while my heart races. I’ve never been this bold around Trevor before. There may have been a couple of locker room moments where I took a peek, just an innocuous and super swift glance, but I’ve only seen his backside. It’s a nice, round backside. I think I know why they call showing your ass to someone “mooning.” Not just because it can be bright white, but because of the arched, curved shape. I’ve never seen a hotter moon than Trevor’s, that’s for sure.

Anyway, I think of all this porn, and the fact that Trevor was already staying the night. If we just look at it, we’ll both get boners, so why not do something with them?

“Let’s just look at them first. Okay?” He smiles, though, and I think I’ve won him over. We both sit down on my bed, but not too close to one another. One duffel bag separates the two of us, and we reach inside to take a closer look at our loot. Our hands touch briefly in the bag, and I feel an electric buzz. Trevor doesn’t look up, though. He takes a magazine and starts to flip through it.

I do the same, and let me tell you: these aren’t your father’s Playboys. These are hardcore, triple-X-rated, and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. They show full-on sex, and not just girls. I’m most excited that they show the guys, too—huge hard-ons, and I can’t take my eyes off them.

There’s no male-on-male action, but it doesn’t matter—there are dozens of dicks to look at it.

“Jesus,” Trevor says. I look over and snort at his reaction. He reminds me of a cartoon dog with his tongue hanging out. He’s staring at a nude woman, and it’s a close-up of something that makes me feel quite awkward. It feels almost wrong. I don’t know why I feel that way about the guys. Is it a double standard that I’m enjoying the guys’ full frontal nudity but don’t want to see that? Or is it just because that kinda scares me?

“Have you ever seen one in person?” I ask. I know Trevor’s had a lot of girlfriends, and I’ve seen him make out with girls at parties. I think he’s still a virgin, but I’m not sure.

“I’ve touched one, but I’ve never seen it. Just, um, used my finger,” he says with a huge grin.

“Gross,” I say, and then I throw my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “I mean, it just looks like it would be weird.”

“Brenda wasn’t complaining when I did it,” he says. “You’ve never touched a girl down there?”

I have to swallow back the urge to gag. “No,” I say as casually as possible and look back at my own magazine. Trevor leans over.

“That guy kinda looks like you,” he says. Is that a compliment? That’s interesting, if it is. I take a closer look at the guy he’s referring too. I’m not nearly as ripped, but we share a similar light brown skin tone and dark, full hair. I’ve always let my hair grow long, and I guess I kind of resemble him. Just not the body, or the huge dick.

“Really? What makes you say that?” I ask, more curious about the compliment than anything.

“Something about his face. His lips, I guess. Maybe he’s just making a weird face, and it reminds me of you.” He laughs awkwardly, and I don’t understand. I take a closer look at the dude’s lips. They’re full and thick—“Good DSL,” I’d say, if I was out. Dick-sucking lips.

Is that what Trevor is saying to me? Shit, does he think that maybe I’ll do that?

I would. I absolutely would. But then what? That’s the big question. Then what happens?

He shifts back over, and I can tell he’s a bit uncomfortable. I’ve already got a hard-on, and my heart won’t slow down. Trevor touches his crotch and adjusts himself. He clearly has a boner, too, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. God, he touched it and moved it away from his thigh, and now I see the shape of his fully erect penis bursting through his shorts.

I swallow hard and try to refocus, but everywhere I look there are penises. It’s not a bad thing. It just makes things hard. I mean, well, difficult. But hard, too.

“I guess, if you still wanna,” Trevor starts, “I, uh, wouldn’t mind jerking off.” He giggles strangely, a child’s laugh coming out of a horny teenage boy’s mouth.

I bite my lip. “Okay. Yeah,” I say.

We stare at each other for a moment. How do we do this? I mean, I know how. But are we gonna just flop our dicks out and beat off right next to each other?

“Under the sheets,” Trevor says, reading my mind. It’s both a relief and a disappointment.

I pull at my sheet, the duffel bag of porn still in between us. Trevor puts part of my sheet over his waist, and I do the same. Then he takes off his shorts and his underwear and tosses them to the side. I look at them, then back to him, and he smiles.

He has to know I’m gay, right? Like, two straight dudes wouldn’t do this, would they? And does that mean there’s a possibility, even if it’s really small, that Trevor could be a bit like me?

I remove my shorts and underwear, and I’m throbbing.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

I touch myself.