HONEY BOY

How long do you have to stare at the home page of a porn website before it becomes a serious problem?

Bowing his head in mortification, the college student cursed. He’s been staring at the profile page of a promised orgasm for the past five minutes now, and he still hadn’t picked a damn option.

He didn’t know why either. Feeling guilty for watching porn should’ve been something that he stopped caring about by thirteen. This shouldn’t even be a fucking problem.

Grumbling, the twenty-one-year-old wondered why he was even doing this.

It was midnight, and it was a Tuesday he should be fucking asleep. Not trying to jerk off to tits and pussy.

And he would, he definitely would, if it wasn’t for that sad fact that Charlie was embarrassingly and excruciatingly horny.

He had been putting off, getting off, (rhyme unintended) for a few weeks now. Which of course led to his dick becoming so desperate for attention, that a damn breeze could make him harder than stone. And it’s not as if he made himself that way, not as if he silently took a damn vow of chastity.

He wanted to handle his little problem, he really did, but every time he wrapped his hand around himself and tried to think of a nice åss or a pretty chick with a plush mouth.

The fantasy quickly morphed into someone with a firm chest and hard pecs. Someone with a cock that could split him in two. And a pair of hands that could shove his head into the mattress an- fuck. Yeah it was a problem

A problem that had him letting go of his dick faster than lightning. Because Charlie wasn’t gay.

Nope, he was a fagnot. Not even the bit interested in any of that anal rubbing, dick in ass play stuff. And because of this, the fantasy made no sense and made him too scared to touch his dick again for days.

But then days turned into weeks, and he was beginning to feel like a teenage boy again. Waking up from a wet dream covered in your own semen could only be handled so many times before you got irritated.

And with a deep three-minute contemplation, he settled on the fact that yes, he’s definitely not gay, but people get off to weird shït all the time. It didn’t actually mean they wanted to do it in real life. It was just a passing interest like....tentacle porn.

And also he knew that if he didn’t get a mind breaking, he can’t move his limbs afterwards, orgasm soon he was most certainly going to die.

So, of course, after the recent discovery, the first thing he did was go to ′Reddit’, because why not.

He didn’t know where to find good gay porn anyway without getting a virus. And after searching through threads for hours (minutes). He found a thread that continued to talk about this indie porn account.

(As if by porn could be anything close to indie.) That featured a handsome looking man. That made them cum harder than was remotely possible. ‘Honey Boy’ they called him, sometimes even HB.

So, of course, Charlie was interested.

And quickly found himself on the website that was linked in the thread, a website called ′Chaterbate’. And before it became fully loaded, he even brought a bottle of lotion and a ziplock bag next to him because, yeah this was definitely fucking happening.

But then the page loaded, and Charlie was there, staring at the blaring red flashing words feeling his muscles freeze. And his cheeks heat up again as if the laptop itself, was openly judging him as well. Quickly his hands began to shake.

Maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should just search up some hentai on Tumblr, and get off to that instead.

Or maybe try looking for a disgustingly huge pair of boobs to check if maybe he was just tricking himself into thinking he was into this type of shit again. Y-yeah maybe he sh-

-no.

Flicking himself in the head, Charlie growled at himself for again being a fucking pussy.

He was a grown ass man, he was horny, and this was a porn website.

A porn website that he bet thousands of people went on every day. He shouldn’t be embarrassed. This was completely normal and people did it all the time.

He was just over thinking things like usual. So before he could talk himself out of it. In a rush of pure bravery and short-lived confidence.

He clicked yes.

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