Where's your heart?

The rest of the week passes and I can't seem to get Frank out of my head, my mind reeling about what that means and the words you're gay keep flashing back to me. It's Friday night and I'm sitting home alone, flicking through the tv channels looking for something to watch but nothing interests me so I turn the tv off, getting up and going into my bedroom, grabbing my laptop and starting it up as I make myself comfy on the bed. I check my emails, replying to a few important ones before I open the browser, taking a deep breath before typing in gay and tattooed. The search engine spits back a list of links to various porn sites and I take another deep breath before clicking on the first link, loading up the video and pressing play. I watch as a thin pale boy lays back on a bed, a slightly more muscular but still thin boy covered in tattoos climbs over him, kissing him passionately before trailing his way down, kissing down his chest and teasing at his nipples which pulls a groan from the other boy before he continues his path down, reaching his dick and as he starts mouth at it, licking over the head I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I feel confused, my mind telling me that this isn't right but my body betraying me, my dick stirring in my pants. I reopen my eyes a few seconds later to see the scene has changed and the tattooed boy is kneeling behind the other boy, his hips pulled up as he lays face down on the bed, the tattooed boys tongue licking over his entrance and pulling deep throaty moans from him. I bite my bottom lip as I skip ahead, the scene skipping to the pale boy straddling the tattooed boys lap, bouncing up and down as they kiss passionately and moan into each other's mouths, a close up showing the tattooed boys dick sliding in and out of the pale boys ass and my dick throbs almost painfully, fully erect and straining against my pants, begging for attention. I pause the video and open another tab, searching up my favourite porn site and as the video I select starts I push my pants down out of the way, the two girls in the video making out and touching each other before they turn their attention on the guy, both of them mouthing at his dick as he fingers one open. I groan softly as I reach down and start stroking myself, watching as the scene changes to one of the girls riding his dick while she goes down on the other girl and as good as it feels stroking myself I find that the video just isn't doing anything for me, my forehead creasing into a frown as I click back to the other tab, hitting play and watching as the pale boy continues to ride the tattooed boy, both of them grunting and groaning into each other's mouths as I start to stroke myself again, my body starting to shake slightly at how good it feels, the scene changing again to the pale boy climbing off the tattooed boys lap and leaning down to suck him into his mouth, the tattooed boys hips bucking up slightly until a few seconds later he groans deeply and cums, the pale boy pulling back and catching most of it in his mouth, a few spurts splashing across his lips and chin and I groan loudly as my hips buck up and I cum, my whole body shaking and tingling as I come back down.

I lay on the bed, my hand and stomach covered in cum as I pant for breath until my phone starts ringing and I reach out to grab it with my clean hand, seeing Mikey's name on the screen and I take a deep breath before answering. "Hey Mikes" I greet him and he says "Hey Gee, what are you doing?" "Nothing, just watching tv. You?" "Pete and I are going out with a few of his fiends, we were wondering if you'd like to join us" he tells me and I sigh before saying "You know, I'm kinda tired, maybe next time. But thanks for the invite." "Oh ok well ill see you Tuesday then" Mikey tells me before hanging up and I drop my phone on the bed before sliding to the edge and standing up, stumbling across to the bathroom where I step into the shower and quickly wash myself off, a lazy post orgasmic smile spread across my face. After I've dried off I cross back to the bedroom, planning on slipping into some comfy clothes and relaxing in bed but as I'm tugging my boxers on my mind wanders to what Frank might be doing right now and I cross to my closet, picking out some skinny jeans and a button up shirt, wanting to look nice but not too formal and like I'm trying too hard. Once I'm fully dressed, pulling on a pair of boots I cross back to the bathroom and fix my hair, making sure I look good before I grab my keys, wallet and phone, grabbing my leather jacket off the hook as I walk out the door.

A short cab ride later I arrive at the club, a few guys standing around on the street smoking, their eyes taking me in as I walk past and as I reach the door one of them says "Hey." I turn my head to look at him, offering him a smile as I say "Hi" before I pull the door open and step inside, my cheeks feeling a little hot and my stomach fluttering as I smile even wider. As I enter the main area of the club I take a deep calming breath, looking around and seeing the tables moved slightly to allow more room for a dance floor, the small space packed with bodies all moving against each other and I glance over a few times as I make my way to the bar, taking a seat as the bartender Nicole serves another customer before she slides across and says "What can I.... Oh hey you, didn't expect to see you back here so soon" as she looks up and realises who I am. "Hey, how have you been?" I ask, smiling at her and she smiles back and says "Great honey, what can I get for you?" "A beer" I ask and she smiles and grabs a bottle, opening the top and sitting it infront of me. "Anything else?" She asks and I smile and shake my head, picking up the beer and taking a sip.

Nicole leaves to serve a few more customers and by the time I'm finishing my first beer the crowd at the bar thins out, almost disappearing completely and the loud dance music fades, the lighting changing behind me so I turn to see what's happening, all the tables and booths now taken up by the crowd and the stage is lit up, ready for the entertainment of the night. I turn back to order another drink when the music starts and a wolf whistle forces me to turn back, disappointment flooding through me as I see it's not Frank but another guy on the stage, taking the pole and swinging around a few times, one hand working on opening his shirt. I turn back around, letting out a soft sigh which gets caught in my throat as I come face to face with a shirtless Frank, my eyes locking with his and his mouth pulls up into a smile as he says "Hey," his voice giving me butterflies in my stomach.

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