As I had already downed two very strong Belvedere martinis, I *may have* blurted out a bit too loudly, “I am never sharing my man with another guy, and most certainly not with any of you bitches.”

Once we all stopped laughing, our friend Victor explained that he was not discussing open relationships, but was instead talking about randomgays.com, a site that he and his current boyfriend-of-the-month had been loving.

“It lets you scroll through a live video feed of guys from a bunch of the best web cam sites.”

I wrote: check out randomgays.com on my iPhone, slid it back into my pocket, and the conversation quickly shifted to how hot the new bartender looked in skinny jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

We made it home, where I realized I was more than a little tipsy and very horny. As in, I’m ready to fuck right here and right now level of horniness.

Tom smirked, playfully grabbed my crotch, and led me to the sofa. But, when he removed his hand to angle our laptop between us on the coffee table, I was less than thrilled. Like, seriously, I am clearly horny and looking to play. What the actual fuck?

Before I could protest, he told me he was curious about the site and that he wanted to check it out together. My skepticism must have clearly shown on my face because his hand went back to cupping my cock and balls through my pants – a habit he acquired when he realized it let him get whatever he wanted. Usually.

“Babe, can’t we at least give it a try? You know I love you, and if it sucks, I’ll drop it, we can carry on with the evening and it won’t ever come up again.”

I looked up into his big doe eyes and he gave me his biggest Cheshire cat grin. “Alright, sure. But if it sucks, we drop it, I get to top you right here on the couch, AND you owe me road head.”

“Deal!”

Check out randomgays.com!

I typed in randomgays.com and pushed enter, thinking there was at least a 50% chance that I would be able to bang him here on the couch right now, and have some car fun in not-so-distant future.

The page opened and a cute white guy appeared in the video box on the right-hand side of the screen. He was about 20 or so, wearing only gym-shorts and knee-high socks, and I immediately thought – twink/jock mix. Sexy.

Tom said, “clearly someone likes athletic gear… A lot” and reached inside my pants to feel me growing rock hard.

“I told you I was horny!” While I was not sure what else we would see on the site, I knew that I would visit it again. Maybe with Tom, maybe not. We agreed when we moved in together that we would not have sex with anyone else, but that jerking-off to porn was fair game.

“What other kinds of guys are on here, do you think?” I asked, pretending that I still was not fixated on the outline of the guy’s massive cock through his shorts.

Tom smiled. “Seems pretty straight forward. Try one of those filter buttons, maybe?”
I selected Asian, knowing that he harbored a not-so-secret thing for guys from the far East.
A middle-aged Asian man popped up on-screen and we both stared as the cam guy slowly stroked his dick.

Sensing an opportunity, I leaned in, cupped Tom’s balls, and whispered, “I’m not the only one who’s feeling horny tonight” and laughed.

“Push the Get Random button and see who pops up next.”

A pair of lavender dice danced across the screen and then a Mediterranean-looking guy with a solid base tan and huge biceps popped up, wearing only a muscle tank top and a jockstrap. A very well-filled jockstrap.

After a solid couple of seconds, I let out a soft moan. “Mmmm. He’s someone we both would have gone after in our single days” I said, while moving my hand to grab Tom’s shaft and begin stroking him.

He drew me into a deep French kiss.

As we pulled apart, he said, “I think we should try chatting with him.”

I tapped on the gay in the video player, a new tab opened, and there was our Greek God, front and center, streaming live in what appeared to be HD-quality. He stood there in his tank top and jockstrap, looking tremendously satisfied with the gifts mother nature had bestowed upon him, tugging playfully at the top of his jockstrap. The video frame was flanked by an empty chat box.

“Should we ask him to take off his shirt, first?”

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