Coffee and Bliss

“Hey, did you see the latest porn on the xxx.website?” Roy asked while browsing on his phone.

“All you know is porn! At least try to study. Look at Tristan for example. He’s so busy studying for our quiz!” Regan said, pointing to him who was too busy in his notebook.

Tristan just smirked and shook his head. They were video chatting as Roy kept on begging to tutor him for their upcoming quiz. But all he did is to ask and talk about porn. Regan nearly gave up on their friend and Tristan didn’t mind him at all because he was really busy.

“Ai'Tristan, can you help me with our quiz? Let me have your paper tomorrow, na?” Roy pleaded.

“Fuck! Ask for your husband instead!” 

“Husband? He’s more like a wif—” 

“Don’t disturb him.” Regan cut him off immediately. 

Tristan grinned. He was not really studying after all. He was too engrossed sketching Harris’ face. After what happened to them on the sidewalk, he seriously thought hard about what he had done to make Harris angry that much up to what happened to the kitchen. He ended up doing doodles of the pale man’s name and sketching his face all over again until his friends called him.

He was a straight guy, that was a big fact. But when Harris happened, his gay part inside was coming out slowly. When he talked about or saw Harris, all he thought was to do some sappy things with him. Especially when he put more focus on the pale man’s lips. It was so luscious that he wanted to devour it too hard. That made no sense to him because he knew that he liked girls for so long. Big boobies, curvy body, and front hole. And the pale man didn't have all of them. Just a hard chest, muscles, hard thing between his legs and ass hole like him. 

'Wait! Did I just admit that I like that stubborn pale man?' He scratched his hair. “Shia, Tristan! What happened to big boobies?”

Then he remembered his friends, they were straight men when they became friends. Were. Because they were proud gays now. And their parents approved them even when they came home together holding hands.

'Am I gay too?'

“Ai'Tristan will surely get an A+ for his dedication.” Roy snapped him back to reality. 

Regan commented and stuck

when you need something from me,” He said after realizing that he was calling him

end this call and I’ll help him out. Bye!” Before he

real things for him now. He scratched his nape, closing his notebook and standing up. He gave himself a cheer before going out

have an answer for his complicated feelings. He was about to knock but the door opened first

him made him anxious and almost back out. He didn’t know but he thought they were staring already for minutes. No one wanted to look away either. Especially him. The

were. But he still managed to answer ignoring the fact that he wanted to shove the pale man into his bed and had a feast with his inviting lips like what he already

to Tristan?” Harris waved on

“What happened earli–”

continue it

his room’s door. He locked the pale man on his arms once again and licked his earlobe. His lips went farther to his jaw, kissing its line down to the base of his neck. Like a hungry child, he sucked the pale man’s neck. Nibbling, sucking, licking, kissing it gently. He was finding his soft spot. Harris moaned that he could clearly

neck more, he pulled away after and asked. “You like it?” He

to push or pull him more. “P-Tristan, this is wrong. I–I am not gay!” He

and I don’t care.” He placed his right hand on the pale man’s waist, pulling him more closely. He can feel the joined heat

. . . go! I’m

“Ngggh! P-Tristan!”

and feeling it. But after a minute, he was massaging it, feeling how it went bigger and harder than its usual size. He let his lower self do the work instead. He grinned and thrust up and down, slow

ta—Just let

smack between their make-out session. Because he just dry-humped

***

to make breakfast before Harris woke up. He still felt guilty and sorry because of what happened last