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He sat down comfortably. He might be here for a while.

His searches hit the internet, but also a couple file names on Evan’s personal drive. Quincy started running the two videos in tandem, displaying an overwhelming profusion of skin and body parts in motion. He selected one at random, now that he’d understood the value of focusing on just one video at a time.

A burly man was kneeling over a much smaller man, who was stretched out on a bed. The one in the bed had his legs spread open, his penis arching toward his belly. The larger one held something long and blue in his hand, which he thrust rapidly into the hole in the other one’s bottom. It looked like some of the things in Evan’s bin, so at least now Quincy understood its use, though he didn’t fully understand the purpose. Even more strangely, Quincy noticed that the smaller one’s hands were tied above his head.

Quincy turned on his internal sound processors, taking in the audio track without projecting it into the room. The larger man was breathing harshly, saying things like “Take it, boy. You know you want to be stuffed full.” The smaller one—the boy? though he was definitely an adult with a trim beard—was making all sorts of noises. Whimpers and screams and moans. His face was twisted up like maybe he was in pain, but then he would say something like “please, Sir!” like he wanted more. Then his eyes would flutter up, and his mouth would open—just like Evan did when he tasted something delicious, except the feeling seemed to be magnified.

Did Evan like to do these things? Clearly yes, or there wouldn’t be so many videos. But which one did he want to be?

Quincy kept watching, but he was pretty sure he knew. Evan would be the smaller one. The one who was helpless and begging. The one who was receiving all the pleasure. He could already imagine those gasping whimpers coming from Evan’s throat. The way his face would scrunch up in pleasure.

Quincy’s pistons revved up, and he could feel his limbs spasm as he gave little bits of commands that never equaled a full movement. His insides felt… too full. Like they would burst out of his chest. Like his body was too small to contain everything.

It wasn’t happiness, he was feeling, though. It was something else, confusing and overwhelming. Like he needed something, but he didn’t know what it was.

He thought he’d had that feeling when they’d watched a movie and the characters had finally kissed at the end, but this was a thousand times stronger.

He kept watching the video and thinking of Evan watching it too. Thinking of Evan being in the video.

The smaller one suddenly arched back, wet liquid spurting from his penis. Semen, a quick search confirmed. Orgasm. Sexual climax. Ejaculation. Sperm. Words he’d heard from Mo, but hadn’t fully understood before.

Afterward, the two figures were lying on the bed with their chests heaving. The smaller one looked at his partner with some expression Quincy couldn’t describe, but knew he wanted to see on Evan’s face. He tried to look it up with much less success. Adoration? Desire?

Quincy thought that would be the end of the video, but then the larger one turned the smaller one over and put his own penis inside the other one’s bottom. The smaller one’s face peeked out of the pillow, and his eyes had that glassy, happy look again. Arousal? Devotion?

Quincy found himself rocking, all of that ready-to-burst feeling taking him over.

He switched to the next video, then he discovered there was a whole folder full of them. Were they all like this?

They were. Or variations on a theme.

Two men. Sometimes three or four. But one of them would always be a little smaller and softer. Maybe he was tied up. Maybe he was down on his knees. Usually there weren’t dildos, which had been his initial search. But there were a lot of penises and a lot of ejaculation.

The larger men would sometimes wear suits. Or dirty jeans and leather jackets. Strips of leather wrapped around bulging muscles.

The smaller ones sometimes wore clothes like that, but usually not. And they didn’t stay in their clothes as long. Usually there were a lot more ropes or shackles. Hands holding them down.

Sometimes the smaller one was hit. Or whipped. But they had that same longing, needy look in their eyes.

Quincy could feel himself shaking as he watched another video. And another. The moans and cries that had startled him at first were now feeding into the strange hunger. Maybe that was what happened, when that neediness inside them got too big and had to escape. Quincy’s was locked up, and it wanted out.

“Quincy? Is everything alright?”

It took him a moment to realize that was Evan’s real voice, from just outside the door.

He cut the videos short, the fans and pistons in his chest whirring at top speed. He was still stretched too tight, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Quincy?” Evan asked again, coming to stand in the doorway. “Oh! Uh… Alright.” His cheeks pinked and he clasped his hands together, but his voice was still calm. “So, it looks like you found something. Do you, uh, have any questions?”

Right. The box from under the bed. Quincy had blocked out most of his surroundings, all focus on the alluring videos, but it was still open in front of him on the floor.

“I…” He had so many questions. Like, What was this feeling that was bursting inside him? And Was that what Evan felt when he watched these videos?

Those were quickly overtaken by What would Evan’s face look like if he was tied up and receiving pleasure? And What did Evan’s body look like beneath his clothes?

But he wasn’t sure how to ask any of those, so he stayed silent.

Evan walked over to the bed and sat down, letting a few feet separate them. “So, the birds and the bees.” He blew out a breath. “Wasn’t expecting that tonight, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so just ask away.” He said that, but his cheeks were still flushed, and his hands twitched.