Play some games to keep his mind off of things.

His horniness barely abating after his food was finished, Adam decided to jump into his current favorite Underlook to distract himself from the situation. His panties were stuck to his labia, but he was not willing to risk touching himself to put on new clothes. Logging into the team-shooter, he decided to play some unranked games just for fun. Jumping into one game of point control, he picked his favorite heroine Chaser and threw himself into the battle.

The team was all using the in-game voice-comms and shouted commands and enemy callouts back and forth, and it was actually going pretty well despite Adam's wet crotch - he and his team crushed the opposition. Adam continued playing throughout the day, fighting with both the enemies and his constant, only stopping to grab a bite to eat for lunch. His mother had gone out to work in the garden and had thankfully cleaned the kitchen so it didn't smell of semen anymore. Then, in the setup phase between rounds, one of his teammates sent Adam a private chat message.

yo chaser, u a girl or a GIRL

what u mean?

can't place your voice. u a girl or a Guy In Real Life?

Adam felt as if he'd been punched in the face. His voice had never been the deep bass he'd have wished for, but he didn't exactly sing soprano. To be mistaken for a girl, combined with everything else was overwhelming him, so he **** the game to close and covered his face with both hands, breaths coming quick and shallow. This was too much! Was his voice changing too, now? He couldn't deal with this. Even his favorite game didn't offer shelter from his troubles...

The only thing that kept Adam from crying was his pride. He'd be damned if he started crying! Forcing his breathing into a more normal pattern, Adam set up straight and rubbed his face. At least this situation had put a major dampener on his libido. And if games didn't help, he'd just watch a movie! Something dumb with lots of explosions and little story. Choosing the latest flick from Mike Fjord on his streaming service, he settled into his chair and let himself be serenaded by the dulcet tones of the heavy metal intro music.

The movie seemed to be working excellently - the story might have been full of holes, but so was the environment and the bad guys, after the hero had passed through. But Adam had not realized three facts that would now screw him over: Firstly, the lull before the third act, secondly one of the rules of mindless action movies (always use every excuse to show the hero shirtless) and thirdly that Mike Fjord's newest "masterpiece" was his first foray in R-rated waters.

Said shirtless hero was spending the evening before the **** on the big bad's base with the heroine - whose actress certainly did not have any work done, thank you very much - and was of course shirtless, as was to be expected from a man of his profession. This was not only having an effect on the heroine, Adam himself was finding his heart beating faster at the sight of the hero's chiselled body. Too engrossed in the flimsy story to realize, Adam was then hit with the third factor: The R-rating allowed Mr Fjord full frontal nudity (and more). The camera panned over and there the heroine stood, fully nude and making bedroom eyes towards the hero. Her perky tits were artfully lit up, her lower lips barely hidden by a fortuitously placed house plant, and Adam found his libido rising again.

Partly glad that his sexual attraction to women was still intact, Adam still found himself annoyed that his tries to dampen his lust were now undermined. He used the skip-ahead function to get past this scene, but instead of the final preparations for the third act, something else appeared on the screen - the last goodbye of hero and heroine. She was riding on top of him, breasts bouncing and hips gyrating, both moaning in a reasonable approximation of sexual pleasure.

Adam froze. It had been a while since he had last watched porn, so the sex scene was having a profound effect on him. His lust returned with a vengeance, and he rubbed his thighs together, a high-pitched whimper rising from his throat. He recovered quickly, but it was too late. Hitting the skip-ahead function again, he finally reached the beginning of the third act with the hero on his way to fulfill his destiny, but he could not quite get back into the movie. His pussy was drooling again, drenching Adam's panties in new juices and his throbbing nipples dragged over his shirt ever so slightly.

Once the credits rolled, Adam barely remembered the climactic fight. He had been preoccupied with keeping his hands from straying towards his chest or crotch which seemed to be burning up with lust, and every movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, whittling away at his self-control. Gripping the armrests of his chair tight, he took shallow breaths to make his small tits jiggle as little as possible and tried forcing his lust to go down with sheer willpower. But focusing on the needy pulsing in his crotch had more of the opposite effect and Adam found his body becoming hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door.