You search through your computer for any of your stashed porn videos but only find porn of big hunky men, hunky?, fucking a twink. "The hell is a twink?" you give up searching through your own files and decided to peruse the internet for something better. Every time you type something into the search bar looking for "big-breasted" women it would change into "huge cock". Milf changed into Dilfs, cheerleaders changed to quarterbacks, lesbians to gays.

Your cock throbbed when your computer suddenly took on a life of its own. "I'm being hacked right now!" the arrow moved on its own opening up a gay porn site. The arrow chose a video on its own "blowjob shower" the video started playing, a fit guy began soaping his tight chest when a more muscular guy walked into the shower, his big dick swinging freely.

The smaller guy took sneaking glances at the larger guy who was washing his stiffening cock. "You gonna help me or what?" the larger guy said. The smaller guy smiles and drops to his knees, the water cascading over his face as he greedily took his cock into his mouth.

He kissed the head while he stroked his thick shaft, his eyes filled with desire while he licked his cock up and down like a popsicle savoring his flavor. He pumped his cock quickly taking his head into his mouth again. He moaned as the bigger man grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head all the way down to his balls. He gurgled, adjusting to the thick invader in his throat. The bigger man thrust his hips back and forth fucking his thorat. The bigger man held onto the smaller man's hair while he jerked his cock. His cum shot into his waiting mouth and on his face. He happily swallowed his load. "Fags really are the best cocksuckers." the larger man says before leaving him in the showers cum still on his face.

You moaned loudly and felt yourself shoot cum into the air, landing on your bare chest and your laptop. You didn't realize you had been stroking your dick the entire time. You felt disgusted and wanted to clean yourself up but didn't want to move fearing you'd drip cum everywhere. You needed a shower bad. You stared at the video of the guy using his fingers to lick the cum off of his face. You didn't really see another option so you did the same. It was a little bitter going down but you felt you'd be able to at least wash yourself now, and brush your teeth at least.

You tossed the laptop onto your bed and quickly showered, your head filled with both disgust and lust at what you saw and what you'd done. You stepped out of shower admiring your body, feeling better, it was a one time thing cause you hadn't gotten laid in a while. Now that your mind was at least clear you could try and figure out how to clean your laptop of the virus. Not that you could take it to someone, how could you explain it? your search history was filled with months of gay porn searches.

You were interrupted by the doorbell, whoever it was seemed in a hurry so you didn't have time to brush your teeth or even dress. You quickly opened the door. A rather large muscular delivery man held a box under one arm and a clipboard in the other. "Delivery for John. I need your signature."

The box was rather garish it had rainbows and male symbols interlocked with one another stamped all over it. "I didn't order this." you tell him, grimacing at his face clearly he could smell something on your breath. You just hoped he didn't know what it was.

"Slip says you did hun." hun?

"If you refuse you'll still have to sign but you'll have to come down to the office to dispute any charges." Judging from the look of the box you didn't want to argue with someone about not ordering whatever was in the box. You quickly stepped behind the door and signed the slip. You swore you heard him moan, out of the corner of your eye you could see he was checking you out. You grabbed the box and felt him hold on to it "If you ever need anyone to...help you out with anything. My number is on the receipt." The hell did that even mean?

"Thank you." you said out of reflex, realizing he might have took that to mean something else, but it was too late he was already walking back to his truck. He looked better than your screensaver. "The fuck!" you shouted slamming the door and locking it, you needed to relax. Just when you were about to clear your head this shit happens. You close your eyes and sit with your back against the door. Today was too fucking much. You just needed to clear your head again,just relax and forget about the box, the laptop, your phone, everything.

You hear keys being put into the lock behind your and race out of the living room. Your mom or dad must be home! How long had you been sitting on the floor? You raced into your room and hear your mom call out to you. You quickly begin getting dressed, she knows your home and there isn't exactly a lock on your door. Just as you pull your underwear on she opens your door. "There's a box for you." You couldn't really gauge her reaction, did she examine the box? Did she know what the symbols meant? Your heart races as you notice your laptop is still open to gay porn, frozen with the image of a man with cum on his face. You took the box and prayed she didn't notice the laptop.