Chapter 3: A Virtual Affair

  Only a few minutes into the video and Tony was already halfway to climax. He could only imagine what the girl smelled like. It looked like her skin was so, so smooth and her body was so cute and petite. The softness of a woman's hair always got him off in a weird way. Just the general soft beauty of her body, and the tight, wet ecstasy that was her loins. In his right hand, Tony held an old pair of his boxers around his erection so he could still navigate the site with his left. 

  Video after video he watched. He would only stroke himself during parts that he found incredibly hot. Why should things end so soon? Eventually he stumbled upon a video with a dude that appeared to be college age- short brown hair, green eyes, tall and with a swimmer's build. As Tony thought to himself how hot the guy was, another guy came onto the set. He looked at the title of the video, which was "Amateur Head Swap". The second man was reminiscent of Dillon. 

  He was a bit shorter than the college guy, and appeared to be a bit younger(eighteen or nineteen). His trademark Dillon features included the sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, but he didn't have the same warmth in his eyes. If Dillon's eyes were made of blue flame, then the guy in the video had eyes of water. They mesmerized him in a certain way. The Dillon look-alike took his shirt and pants off and that was when Tony saw the freckles. The guy didn't have anything on Dillon in looks though. No matter what his downstairs brain had to say about it. 

  Come to think of it, it was unusual(but not unheard of) for Tony to find other men aside from Dillon attractive. Again, he wasn't sure what it was about him, he just had him intoxicated. Not to mention that Tony loved him. As his ideal and the one he loved, he of course thought Dillon was the best catch out there. Naturally, anything physical with him would be that much better. Where did the new desire for men come from? It didn't matter. It didn't matter if he desired every other human on the planet. Tony belonged to Dillon.

  The two guys in the video started to kiss. Tony had never been an 'on-the-mouth' kisser until he'd met Dillon. He knew how and had experience, but it had never been his favourite. It was a great way to get a girl wet though. The younger dude in the video had some nice lips and a shockingly nice ass. The way the muscles in his legs and sides worked as he kissed the college guy made him start to stroke again. Then the younger one got on his knees. Tony picked up the pace of his strokes as the college dude pushed deeper and deeper. The blonde guy kept up well. 

  About ten minutes later, the younger one stood up, walked over to a mattress, and sat on the edge. The college guy got on his knees in front of him as he ran his hands down the guy's chest. The blond guy propped himself up on his elbows as he stared down at the college dude. His need was clearly written all over his face as Mr. College went down on him over and over. Reminiscent of Dillon, Tony saw the blonde guy wouldn't be able to hold himself off much longer. When that was the case with Dillon, he'd usually tell him to stop or he'd slow himself to stop him. Sometimes though, he'd let him finish to put him out of his misery. 

  The guys in the video stopped their activity and Mr. College stood up. The guy ran his hand through his hair and gestured for the blonde guy to move up the bed. Fuck, Mr. College looked like he had some soft hair. It could be the softest in the world, but it wasn't Dillon's. All of his thoughts of others were merely imaginary. Never would he ever do anything else anyone but Dillon. He would do everything in his power to keep that a fact.

  Once the blonde one was moved up, the college dude gently rubbed his thighs and spread them farther. He leaned over the blonde one, which pretty much bent him in half. The angle that it presented the top looked superb. He'd remember that position for later. Maybe not for Dillon's first time, because it was a position to give speed and power. Two things the kid didn't need his first time. Who knew, though? His man was full of surprises. 

  What an awesome position! Just the sight of Mr. College as he pounded into not-Dillon was enough to have Tony close quickly. Well, he found the video he'd climax to. It had always been a thing of his to wait for the hottest video to cum. There would probably be a lot if it too. Despite the fact he came down Dillon's throat just that past Saturday, he recharged quickly. Hopefully he'd recharge at turbo speed to have a good load to give him later. 

  Tony didn't last much longer before he felt that oh-so-wonderfully euphoric pull and shot into the old pair of boxers. Unfortunately, he was too invested in the fake-Dillon that he hadn't adjusted the boxers. When he shot, cum got on his cheek, lip and chin before he managed to stop it. For some reason it was hysterical to him and he barked out a laugh. He knew he should have waited for Dillon. There wouldn't be cum on his face. If there had been, it wouldn't be there for long. He would have just been able to order Dillon to lick everything clean like usual. Oh, the struggles he faced!

  A couple minutes later when he had calmed down from the high of a much needed orgasm, he checked his phone. It was only noon? The day really dragged by. He almost wished he was at work. At least then he would have something to occupy his mind. The guilt over the fact that he watched porn to deal with his ridiculous attractions tired him mentally. He reminded himself all the time of what Dillon had told him a few times: "We all suffer through doubts, insecurities, and failures, yet we still grow into better people regardless. You too will grow past it. Be conflicted! That's a'ight! Continue waverin' and doubtin'. Be ashamed with everything you got! That's what it means to be human, and it's undeniable proof that you have a heart! Yer bein' honest and loyal, and that's all I give a shit about. You proved to me that you trust me."

  Honest… Tony wasn't honest in this case. Shit, that needed to change. He'd tell the kid when he came over about the porn. Maybe not about his newfound attraction to other men. Not yet at least. The loyalty part he had down. If he really wanted to grow past it like Dillon said he would, then the honesty part needed to make an appearance. To be a human was a difficult task, and to have a heart meant no end of trouble. Communication had always been a thing Tony had struggled with, because he'd never had to communicate these kinds of things before he met Dillon. At the end of the day, Tony reminded himself that he was human and imperfect. 

  With a big yawn and a stretch, Tony shut his laptop and wadded up his soiled boxers. He got another chuckle as he realized he still had cum on his face. How lovely. Once he threw the dirty pair of boxers in the washer, he felt that tell-tale growl in his stomach. Things had gotten to a point where his laziness and unwillingness to move had started to become outweighed by his hunger. It was a good thing he decided not to undress. Typically it was frowned upon to leave one's residence in the nude. What a shame. Clothes sucked.

  It seemed like a pretty nice day that day, so Tony thought he would take Harley for a spin. It had rained a lot all week, so he had to take Bertha pretty much everywhere. That was totally fine, he loved Bertha. At the same time however, he had to ensure that both his baby girls got equal love. He had missed the feel of Harley's throttles as he would rev her engine up. Her paint job held up well over the past six months or so. It was that paint job that caused him to accidentally slash Dillon's elbow in two in the hallway. For that reason, he didn't want to change it out yet. Even though he usually gave her a fresh coat of paint at least two or three times a year just for fun.

  He went to the bedroom and threw on an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. As he laced up his black Timberlands and flung his black leather jacket on, he checked his phone again. It was almost twelve thirty, which meant that Dillon likely just arrived at the tech school. That gave him an idea. It neared the one year anniversary of the day they met anyway, so why didn't he go to the school restaurant to eat? Tony snickered to himself at the thought that if he was lucky, he could literally run into Dillon again. Without sharp metal objects, of course. With a plan of action in mind, Tony snapped up his overly-packed keyring(seriously, he should sort through them. They weighed easily over a pound) and opened the front door. 

  The guilt he felt over his porn problem was eased a little bit since he resolved himself to tell Dillon. It put him in a much happier mood. He made a private bet to himself that the kid either wouldn't care whatsoever, or would ask to join. Would Tony even be down for that? There was no way he could say for sure anymore, since he broke his pattern and was in love with a man anyway. All he could do was play things by year. With how light his heart felt, perhaps the time was near when he'd tell Dillon everything about himself(well, maybe not everything). If it relieved him as much as it did then to be honest, then he would be as much as possible.