“No, oh my god, stop cheating!” Vince’s cousin Isabella cried.

“I’m not cheating. You’re cheating!” Maria shouted back, in danger of sloshing her red wine over her glass and onto the Monopoly board.

Vince’s brother Cosmo snorted and moved his piece around. “You’re all cheats.”

Maria whispered to her brother Tony as Lucy passed around a box of breadsticks to dip in the selection of pesto and cream cheese on the table around the board. There were almost a dozen of the cousins and a couple of the younger aunts crammed around the table playing the game. Vince was losing horribly, but he didn’t mind.

His family was using his being back home as an excuse for a kind of nonstop celebration, especially as it was the holidays and his folks’ house was already covered in a ridiculous amount of decorations. The festive spirit was in the air, and regardless of other people’s day jobs, most nights were full of family, food and laughs.

Vince was enjoying himself immensely, but it was a little draining. He was at Lift almost every day now working off all the calories. But it was also a good excuse to shove his earbuds in and drown the world out with very loud music for a few hours. He found that evening, though, he’d had his fill. He needed a little downtime to recharge his batteries.

“I’m beat.” He finished his beer and placed the bottle on the side. “I’m tapping out.”

There was a chorus of protest, but Vince wouldn’t be swayed. His cousin Enzo was happy to take what little money Vince had, so Vince escaped back up to his room.

He’d shared his bedroom most of his life with his little brother, Franco. However, Franco was already married with a baby on the way, living near Houston. So Vince had the room all to himself. He even jammed the chair from his desk under the door handle like he and Franco used to do as kids when they wanted to keep the rest of their siblings out.

He sighed. In Tulsa, he had his own apartment and he got his own hotel room when they played away games. As much as it was natural to fall back into old habits in his busy home, he needed a little solitude every now and again.

Although his family would no doubt stay up a while longer before stumbling either to bed or their own homes, it was late enough that Vince didn’t feel lame brushing his teeth and crawling into bed.

It was strange, but there was something tiring about being on an extended vacation. After his brief hospital stay and recovery in Tulsa, he’d come home and basically been taking all the time off he’d missed out on over the years. But he liked working hard. He liked having games to prepare for and training goals. Going to the gym and hanging with his family and friends was starting to take its toll on him.

That was why he was enjoying being a part of Koby’s art project. It felt like they were a team, working toward a common goal, even though Koby was doing all the actual work. But it gave Vince something to focus on, to strive for. He wanted to help Koby in any way he could to make his vision come to life.

As he lay in the dark, attempting to sleep, he found himself grinning. He’d been in two minds whether or not to go talk to Koby at his stall, then again whether to ask him about the gay stuff. But they’d had such a great conversation. Vince was starting to believe Koby really did like him. Cool, clever Koby with all his interesting ideas had sat and had a conversation with dumb old Vinny Russo.

Yeah, that was kind of awesome.

Since the market yesterday, Vince kept rolling over in his head what Koby had said about all the LGBT things. Vince found it really interesting, especially what he’d said about clothes not having gender. In Vince’s family, boys were boys and girls were girls. Boys played sports and were taught mechanics. Girls learned cooking and had babies. Although…things were changing with some of his cousins, he’d noticed. Lucy was a microbiologist over at a big company in Houston. His cousin Nicoli was studying music at college.

Vince liked the idea people could be attracted to people and not really care about the nitty-gritty. That felt…freeing.

His cock twitched.

He bit his lip as the stirrings of horniness tingled over his skin. What would it be like to make out with a guy? Vince liked women because they were soft and lovely, and boobs felt and looked so amazing. He liked running his hands through women’s hair and feeling them wet between their legs. He loved the little moans and giggles they made. But…guys could do all that too, right?

He hadn’t really considered it before. But guys could be soft and warm and have nice hair and they definitely got wet between their legs too. Feeling like a naughty teenager again, Vince glanced at his bedroom door with the chair propped up against it. He could hear the faint sound of his family still having fun downstairs.

Not overthinking it too much, he reached for his phone and earphones, quickly navigating to one of his favorite porn sites and clicking on ‘Guys Fucking Guys.’ There were all kinds of options, but he just clicked on two regular-looking dudes.

It was an experiment, he reasoned with himself as the guys on screen began kissing in their underwear. Would this turn him on?

About thirty seconds later, his cock had to agree that yes, it did.

Vince slept naked, so it was easy for him to continue holding his phone in one hand and take himself in the other. He just held and stroked his cock gently as he absorbed the two men getting naked. They jerked each other off and sucked the other’s cocks. Then one guy had the other on his hands and knees, licking his asshole out and fingering him.

Vince bit his lip. He loved getting head. Would having someone lick his hole feel good too? Experimentally, he rubbed the puckered flesh. It felt kind of dry.

He sucked his fingers and tried touching his hole again. Yeah. That was kind of nice, actually.

The two dudes were really fucking now. One had the other bent over a couch, his big cock sliding in and out of the guy’s hole, banging him against the furniture. The look on the guy receiving was pure ecstasy, all screwed up as he gasped and gripped the upholstery.

When the top guy started jerking the bottom off while he fucked him, Vince rubbed his fingers over the precum that was leaking from his cock and began to jerk off as well in earnest. Fucking an ass was probably like fucking a pussy, right? Hot and wet and tight? He’d never tried anal with a girl. Also, Vince realized he kind of liked the idea of touching another dude’s cock. Was that weird? It couldn’t be that different to the clitoris, right? Women usually went nuts when he played with their clit, and he knew how much he liked his cock being rubbed.

In his mind, he pictured himself as the top guy, making the bottom guy feel that good. It looked kind of powerful, the two guys rutting together. Animalistic. Vince was very picky about his porn. He didn’t like the women in it to be helpless or look like they weren’t enjoying it. He wanted both the guy and the girl to look like they were having a ball.

These guys were fucking loving it.

They kept stopping and kissing with open mouths and probing tongues. They’d switched positions a couple of times now, so Vince could get a real good look at the guy’s cock disappearing into the other guy’s ass, their balls slapping against skin, the bottom’s cock bouncing up and down and leaking.

Vince could do that to a guy, he was sure. He paused, wondering if he’d like it the other way around. He kind of felt like big guys were supposed to fuck smaller guys – but why? Vince might like getting fucked. How would he know if he didn’t try? This was an experiment, after all.

Using some of his precum, he slicked up his middle finger again and rubbed his hole once more. This time, he tried pushing it inside. At first, it seemed like it wouldn’t go. But the guy in the video had a whole fat cock up there and was having a whale of a time. So Vince exhaled and tried to relax. He’d heard girls often needed to relax to get a cock inside them. He’d never really stopped to consider how much effort that took, but the porn stars were still at it, so Vince told himself not to rush and enjoy it.

Because once he breached the outer ring of muscle, it felt kind of amazing. Getting a dick in there would take more work, but Vince didn’t have to worry about that. He was only playing. It wasn’t like he was thinking about really getting fucked by a guy. But he guessed a woman could finger him like this just as easily. All he had to do was ask.

In the meantime, he liked the way his finger felt probing inside him. Not wanting to stop, he laid the phone on his chest and began fisting his cock again clumsily with his left hand, pulsing his finger against the tight flesh of his hole. He couldn’t see the guys anymore, but he heard their groans and the slaps of flesh. Then one of them was crying out and grunting while the other guy told him to take it, take it!

Fuck. Oh, god, he felt good. Yes, yes!

Before he knew it, Vince was coming all over his hand. He hadn’t even had time to get a tissue. He arched his back, screwing up his eyes and gasping for breath as his climax rushed through him, making a mess of the sheets.

As he calmed down, he stroked his softening cock, picking up the phone carefully with dry fingers to watch the second guy come. They kissed afterward, covered in their own mess.

Vince closed the screen once the video was done, sleepily reaching for some tissues to mop himself up. There was a wet patch on the underside of the comforter, though, so he sighed and got out of the bed to flip it over. He’d have to say he spilled something on it and try and sneak the cover down to the washing machine tomorrow before anyone else saw. It was pretty obvious it was cum.

He smirked at himself, feeling kind of daring. Well, who knew? At twenty-eight, Vince had enjoyed his first gay porn.

And he had Koby Duvall to thank for it.