Offer to help

"Do you need a hand with that?" I found myself asking.

Jordan jumped, and in his panic sent his phone flying across the room as he jerked the covers over his mostly naked body. I could imagine how he must have felt being caught jerking off to porn while wearing panties.

I looked down at the phone, which had come to rest face up at my feet. On the screen one incredibly athletic young man had another guy bent over the couch and was mercilessly fucking his asshole. I had to admit, the guy on bottom, whose face seemed to be caught somewhere between ecstasy and pain, did have a passing resemblance to me.

"Bruh, I was...uh...I wasn't doing what you think," Jordan stammered.

I bent down and picked up his phone, then closed the door walked casually around the bed to lay it on the night stand. I saw his eyes dart to the screen as if hoping his phone had somehow switched to something far less incriminating.

"I was searching for hot lesbians...not that...uh...i meant the other kinda gay porn, I swear," he said.

"Sure looked like you were enjoying it when you moaned my name," I said.

"Shit," he said. "Look bruh, you can't tell Kate. My family doesn't know I'm gay. They aren't like homeopathic or anything...I'm just not ready to tell them. Please, can we keep this just between us?"