Back to John, he is in his room watching porn

John's bedroom door clicked shut behind him, muffling the sound of the house. His backpack thudded to the floor, sending dust motes dancing in the faint light. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of neglect.

He collapsed onto his twin bed, the springs creaking in protest. As he fumbled for his phone, the cracked screen flickered to life, revealing three missed Snapchat notifications from Lacey. Her messages were brief, just a series of playful streaks.

John's thumb hovered over the Pornhub app, the icon seeming to pulse with a life of its own. He hesitated, his mind still reeling from the locker room conversation. The memory of Jamal's video lingered, the image of those girls and their eager lips seared into his brain.

With a quiet curse, John gave in to his curiosity. The first video loaded, and a blonde woman with enhanced assets appeared on screen, her pink lipstick smeared around a stranger's arousal. John's breathing quickened as he unbuttoned his pants, his hand moving with a life of its own.

The sound of the front door slamming shut downstairs made him freeze. "John? You home?" Sarah's voice carried up through the vents, and he held his breath, listening as she moved toward the kitchen. The fridge door opened, and the rattle of soda cans filled the silence.

John's heart sank, his arousal deflating as he quickly paused the video. He lay back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and waited for Sarah to move on to her next task, his mind still reeling from the events of the day.