I feel all the blood rush away from my face and then tsunami back into it. “Oh. Ohh.”

“Fuck, Shane.”

“What? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You guys masturbate...together?”

“Well, not each other. But, yeah. I mean, we didn’t have a lot of privacy in our first dorm room. You either pretend you don’t know what the other guy is doing, or you just acknowledge that you both need to clean your rifles on occasion. And then by the time we got this place, well, it’s a shame to waste 72-inch money shots. The big screen TV in here is way better than a laptop screen. We’re cool enough with our bro-ness to jerk it in the same room.”

“Fuck, Shane. Shut up.”

I’m trying to imagine and then trying to unimagine it because it’s too hot for my little brain.

“Turn the movie on, Fletch.”

“No.”

“Please?” I squeak. “I...I’ve never seen...I’d like to...” I don’t dare ask if they will masturbate in front of me. But that would be excellent to see real cocks in person.

“No.”

“We’re not going to touch her, Fletch. Just put the movie on.”

I don’t think he will. His face is hard, his jaw squared. And then he looks at me. Right into my eyes. There’s something hard and unyielding there, too. But it isn’t about the movie. I don’t know what it’s about, but my breath catches and without taking his eyes off mine, he turns the television back on. The movie resumes and we all three sit like stone statues watching the screen as if it’s the most fascinating thing ever. At one point, we all bring our beer up at the same time like synchronized swimmers and we crack up, lessening the tension.

Fletch relaxes more, but out of the corner of my eye, it’s Shane who is absently rubbing the front of his shorts, the bulge growing. I try to keep my eyes on the movie but keep sneaking peeks at Shane's stiffening cock. It’s a huge tent. I’m a little scared of what might actually be in there. After a few peeks, he catches me. I glance away, embarrassed, but when I look back he is still watching for my reaction.

I try to act brave.

He raises one brow. Then his eyes get kind of hooded and he licks his lips. “I’m going to take it out now. You okay with that, little bit?”

Chapter Eight

I nod, not trusting my voice. It. His cock. The throbbing bulge inside his shorts.

Is this really happening? I walked in on my hot roommates watching porn twenty minutes ago and now they are going to masturbate in front of me.

I will finally, finally get to see a penis in the wild.