Ask him to stay.

"Come on, bro. We're still buds. If you can't jerk off in front of your friend, then what are friends for?" It sounds stupid even as you hear yourself say it, but Drew acts like it's the sweetest Hallmark card he ever got. He turns so you won't see him wiping away a tear and he shimmies out of his boxers. You can't help but peek at his thicc, but toned ass, and you have to sit on your hands to avoid giving it a little squeeze. As he kicks off his shorts, you notice a black piece of plastic sticking out of his ass. You can't believe it, but your buff bimboi buddy is wearing a buttplug!

"Yeah...about that. I call her my little helper. I can't get off anymore without certain...stimuli. Even when I'm just chilling or going to class I wear it to take the edge off the symptoms. Can we keep this between us?" Drew looks so **** sitting next to you even though he is still a head taller than you and could easily lift you in the air with one hand. It makes him look almost...adorable. You remember that it's your buddy you are ogling and nod nervously and take another hit to take the edge off.

By this point things are almost too smooth. You feel uninhibited and unfiltered, yet so horny that all you can think of is cumming your brains out. You need to jerk off, and fast, before you get so gooned out that you embarrass yourself further, or worse, hurt your friend. You find the firestick and pull up pornhub on Drew's big screen knowing he will always have something hot cued up that will make you cum in five minutes or less. You always liked to give his taste in porn credit for your quick countdown to blast off, but the truth is watching the same scenes alone never got you as excited. Part of the rush was always the unspoken awareness of his cock, hard and throbbing, right next to you. You try not to think of that now, and instead press play on the first saved video on his account.

Your eyes almost pop out of your skull when you see a slender boi that could be your cousin grinding against a butch bimboi that could be Drew's sibling. The boi somehow looks more feminine than the big titted 'gurl' with his make up and thong and thigh high stockings. Drew blushes as he sees your surprise and tries to take the remote from you. One one his breasts bounces free in the struggle and smacks your face softly, and now it's your turn to squirm and simmer. You stammer, "It's okay! We can keep watching! I think it's kind of hot!"

Drew looks grateful and relieved, but also a little curious. You aren't so sure what it means yourself. You only said it to make your friend feel better, but having bluffed him successfully, you start to worry it might be true. You've tried to avoid any bimbug related porn like the plague, worried what it might awaken in you, and it seems those fears were well founded, because your heart is racing, your head swimming as the blood rushes to your face and cock, and your lips drooling as the tiny twink gives the larger bimboi a lap dance. You sneak a peak at Drew and spy him stroking his cock in a frenzy and rolling his hips to dig his plug in deeper and you almost cum before ever touching your prick.

"Sooooo hot..." Drew hear's your drooly drawl and looks over at you with a lost look of unrequited lust. You quickly look back at the screen and stammer, "I mean the scene is hot!" That proves no less embarrassing as the action has heated up and the boi is bobbing up and down on his buddies boner with only the thin layer of prophylactic to protect him from infection.

You can't believe how hot is making you, nor can you pinpoint why. The boi looks pretty enough that you could almost mistake him for a girl slobbering on a shaft, but if you are being honest with yourself, it's making you feel more flushed and feverish than if it were an actual girl. Maybe it's the big breasted butch boi. Sure he is acting as manly as your friend Drew, but his body belies his true nature, which like the sissy boi makes it somehow hotter than if it were just a dude or a even a girly gurl. Maybe it's the inherent risk of infection that is making you feel almost like you might catch his craving for cock. Whatever the reason, you are leaking precum like a sieve and your tongue is lolling dumb and drooling from your lips.

"NNGH Come on NHH come on! GGRRRR!" Drew sounds positively pained and you turn to peek at him humping his hand hard. His hips bucking to meet his furious flurry of strokes and then slam back down hard on his plastic plug. He looks so forlorn and frustrated that you wish you could help him somehow. He appears to be on the verge of tears, and somehow seems no closer to cumming than he was when he started stroking.

He catches you staring and slumps back into the couch, his face so disappointed and defeated that you feel a pang of sympathetic shame. He finally sighs, almost a sob, "Huff...I...I'm sorry, Brian. I think maybe you should leave. I thought I could act like everything was the same, and I appreciate you trying too, but let's face it. I'm a freak that can't cum without a warm mouth or hungry hole on my cock." He sinks lower into the sofa, his shaft almost looking like it's crying as a pearl of precum falls to the floor.

You don't know what to say, words fail you, not that they would change the reality of the situation. You can leave and you will prove your friend right and lose him in the process...or....or... It's almost too crazy to consider. In fact, it's way too crazy to consider...so why are you considering staying and offering to help him out? You aren't gay...are you? And is it gay to suck a guy's cock if he mostly looks like a girl? You aren't sure if you want to know the answer to that question, but you know that you will never stop wondering about it if you leave now.