Upstairs

Bruce walks to the staircase and begins his ascent. At the top of the stairs, he is greeted by a long hallway lined with doors. Walking down the hallway, he feels drawn to one door specifically. It's slightly ajar, so Bruce pokes his head in. The room is dark, only illuminated by a small television set. Mitch is sitting on a couch watching the television. Bruce walks in, closing the door behind him. Mitch doesn't acknowledge Bruce's presence and it takes Bruce's eyes a moment to adjust to the light. Suddenly Bruce sees what's really going on. Mitch is sitting on the couch, buck naked, mindlessly jacking his cock while watching the television screen. On the screen, is a video of Lonnie having sex with Mitch. Bruce in that moment felt incredibly awkward, but then out of seemingly nowhere Mitch called to him.

"Hey Bruce, wanna jack off with me?" Mitch said, not moving his eyes from the screen. Bruce turned to leave, but the door was gone.

"I don't know..."

"What you don't think my wife is fucking hot?" Mitch said, uncharacteristically angrily.

"No it's just..." Bruce began, but he gave up, "Fine." He was in this deep, might as well jack off." Bruce walked over to the sofa. Stripping naked, he sat down next to him. Mitch didn't even seem to notice Bruce. What he did notice is that when Bruce sat down, he landed on the remote and the channel changed. It jumped from Mitch fucking his wife, to some random woman.

"What the fuck!" Mitch said, turning angrily, "Who's this chick,"

"I'm sorry, but does it matter? She's hot too?"

"Yeah, but I'm married," He said again although he was looking intently at the girl.

"Yeah, but like does it matter? You're just trying to get yourself off. I mean I'm gay and I'm just watching..." Bruce pauses. It might not be the best time to mention the fact the only thing turning him on is Mitch's dick.

"It doesn't matter that I'm married if I'm just getting myself off?" Mitch says, putting his hand back on his dick. He starts rubbing his cock, faster than before. His head rocked back. Bruce couldn't help but look at Mitch's cock.

"Change the channel." He says, and Bruce complies. Picking up the remote and shifted the channel. This time it was a different woman riding Mitch's cock.

"That good?" Bruce asks.

"That's so fucking good." Mitch practically moans out, "She's so fucking hot. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner. What do you think."

"Well, she's alright I guess but i'm not really into girls," Bruce says with a gulp.

"Am I turning you on?" Mitch asks, this time looking at Bruce directly in the eye, not stopping jacking himself off.

"I mean, It's hard not to be aroused by someone as you watch them jacking themselves off to porn of them having sex."

"Even though I'm straight, to know an I'm making a fag like you wet is a turn-on." Mitch bites his lip and moans loudly. "Unnggghhh" he moans as he rapidly milks his cock, shooting jizz all over his tensed body. This sends Bruce over the edge as well, causing him to cum, although with significantly less gusto. Without wasting any time, however, Mitch goes back to jacking off. Bruce stands up and wipes the cum off himself.

"I guess I'd better go..." Bruce said, but Mitch didn't respond, only grabbing the remote and switching the channels. He finally landed a woman with incredibly strong thighs who was repelling from a bar, 69-ing Mitch. This was about all the straight people bull shit he could deal with. He got his clothes on and walked out the door which had now reappeared. Walking back down the stairwell he exited through the front door of the manor.