I'm Not Gay

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Her name was Jessica. She was twenty-six, tall, dark, and stunning, with curves to die for and an amazing smile.

Harry had carefully chosen her out of the eleven women interested in pegging him, and so far he wasn’t regretting his choice. He was definitely into her. She smelled good, her dark skin was soft and smooth, and she kissed well.

They made out for a while, and it was all perfectly good. Then they got to the main event. The double-sided strap-on looked amazing on her: her hard cock looking great between her soft thighs. Her large tits jiggled enticingly as she pushed inside him.

As he lay under her, with his legs spread wide, Harry felt…weird. He was torn between being turned on and being terribly self-conscious. This is wrong, a voice at the back of his mind kept whispering. A normal man would be the one pushing his cock into such a hot woman. A normal man wouldn’t be taking a fake cock from her. She must be secretly mocking him.  His cock wilted at that thought.

Jessica started moving, her face flushed and her eyes half-closed. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Harry…Harry not so much, to be totally honest. While having a dildo in his ass felt good as usual, her rhythm was off, her thrusts weren’t powerful enough, and she kept completely missing his prostate. The more time passed, the more frustrated he got, feeling on the verge of arousal but mostly just self-conscious and awkward.

Gritting his teeth, Harry started wanking himself. He would be damned if he asked her to find his male g-spot. That would be so embarrassing—more embarrassing than this already was.
 
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“I’m never doing it again,” Harry said, looking straight in front of him as he ran on the treadmill.

To his right, Zayn slowed down his treadmill and turned his head. “It didn’t go well?”

Harry pulled a face. “She was great, but…”

“But?”

“I felt too self-conscious to enjoy it. I couldn’t…I couldn’t tell her that I wanted her to nail my prostate and fuck me harder. I just couldn’t. It was too embarrassing.”

Zayn sighed. “It’s all in your head, Haz. I think you just need to actually trust the woman before letting her fuck you. Get a girlfriend, not a one-night stand.”

“Yeah, and what if my girlfriend isn’t into that kind of stuff? It isn’t exactly a question I can ask on a first date.” Harry frowned. “Besides, Jessica wasn’t even very good at fucking me. I had to actually wank the normal way to come, and I haven’t had to do that in weeks!”

Zayn missed a step on the treadmill. Swearing, he switched it off and turned to Harry with a strange look on his face. “Are you saying you can actually come just from being fucked?”

Harry blinked, confused. “Yes? Is that unusual?”

Zayn let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yes, haz, it’s a little unusual.”

Harry processed that information before shrugging. “I guess I’m just that awesome.”

Zayn snorted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. “You done? I have to go. Zach and Tristan are getting back from their honeymoon
today, and there’s a welcome back thing I’m not allowed to miss.”

Harry hopped off the treadmill. “I still can’t believe your brother married a guy. He was straight!”

Zayn laughed. “It’s been years since they got together. Let it go.”

“Did you?” Harry said, slinging an arm around zayn’s shoulders. “I remember you being pretty infatuated with your brother’s boyfriend.”

Zayn rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t infatuated. Tristan is ridiculously hot, and I’m a gay man with eyes. That’s all.”