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With renewed hope, Cal consults his best friend—Mr Google.

He types‘How to make love?’

The very first page tells him he needs to make his question more specific.

‘How to make love to a man?’

This time, the results are a bit more accurate, but not what he needs.

‘How does a man make love to a man?’

It turns out that Mr Google doesn’t know everything because the results are almost identical to the previous one. The only thing he gets are articles telling women how to make love to men.

He tries one more time, utilizing the word Dawson once called him for listening to Lady Gaga.

‘Making gay love’

The results are completely different this time. For one, there are no articles. Instead, all the links seem to lead to videos. Curious, Cal clicks on the first link calledPassionate Love Making Gay Porn Videos.Once the page loads, he nearly drops his phone.

Well…that’s…

He didnotexpect that. Did not expect to see naked men doing…all kinds of things. In all kinds of positions. And are those handcuffs?

On the other hand, a visual will definitely be helpful. Maybe he should watch one or two? Just in case.

By the fifth video, it’s clear he has alotto learn. Damn, he had no idea some of these things were physically possible. Maybe they’re not for him. The pinnacle of his flexibility is bending down to tie his shoes. But there’s still stuff he could do.

One thing in particular catches his attention. He’s not sure what it’s called, but he saw it in the previous video too, and his pants have been quite uncomfortable since.

This video is better, the two men taking it slower, giving Cal more time to take in the details. The man currently spread out on his stomach on the bed also looks a little like Dawson—a similar build and hair just a shade darker. The resemblance makes Cal’s dick throb, especially when the other man—his hair dark like Cal’s—settles himself behind his partner, grabbing both his cheeks. He massages them gently, pressing a kiss to each, then spreads them.

Cal swallows, gripping the phone as he imagines himself in the dark-haired man’s place. He imagines doing everything that the men do, imagines telling Dawson to spread his legs wider so he can have better access. Imagines pressing a kiss to the base of his spine before sticking his tongue out and running it down his crease. Imagines the sounds Dawson would make as Cal licks him at the center, swirling his tongue around his opening. He imagines—

The office door flies open.

“Sorry for being late. The meeting went a bit—” Ellis comes to a halt, his eyes like saucers, and he slams the door shut. “Are you watching porn?!”

Cal pauses the video, putting the phone down and crossing his legs. “It’s for research.”

“Research.”

“Yes.

“Can’t you do ‘research’ at home?” Ellis asks in a hiss.

“I was bored.”

“Bored.”

“Why are you repeating everything I say?”

Ellis throws his hands up, his voice a pitch higher. “I don’t know! Maybe because you show up announced—”

“I called you when I was downstairs.

“—and watch porn in my office, where anyone can hear you! I don’t want to be explaining this!”

“Did you hear anything from the outside?” Cal asks.