Page 37 of Dad Next Door

Watching them drunk had been a weird experience. Everything looked so fake and forced, and I’d had to switch to drooling over his Instagram and checking out the freebies on his OnlyFans after getting the giggles.

Drunk me hadn’t cared that I was lusting after my friend. Sober me felt like an asshole. Quinn wasn’t just my friend; he was my straight friend. Appreciating his good looks and perusing his thirst traps was one thing, but watching his content and having dirty thoughts about him was crossing the line.

Biting my lip, I let my thumb hover over the web browser app on my phone. Looking at his scenes now that I was in my right mind felt wrong, but he’d said he didn’t mind.

Steeling myself, I clicked the app and typed his stage name into the search bar.

The first hit that came up was a scene with him and a woman who was covered in tattoos. I hadn’t made it past the first minute of talking before I’d closed it down last night.

Deciding to give it another try, I opened the video.

This time I was prepared for the cheesy dialogue and focused on Quinn and not on what they were saying.

It was like looking at a different person. He was that same cocky and arrogant guy from his socials. He also had a toppy confidence to him that was hot but didn’t fit with the guy I knew.

Keeping my attention on Quinn, I watched as the dialogue ended and the action started. Now that I knew what to look for, I could see the detachment in both his and his scene partner’s eyes and actions.

I ended up skipping large chunks of the scene since most of the screen time was focused on the female model, just like he’d said.

Now that I was sober, the scene wasn’t funny; it was confusing. The man on screen wasn’t Quinn. It was Stone.

I exited out of the scene and went back to the search. Choosing another video at random, I clicked on it.

Again, it was like watching a stranger wearing Quinn’s face. He was way toppier in this scene and spent a good deal of it tossing his partner around and bending both of them into the most uncomfortable positions imaginable.

That was one thing I’d never understood about porn. I knew there were only so many ways people could have sex on camera, but there had to be better options than the acrobatic positions models ended up doing.

I always felt sorry for them when they were all twisted up. Did people actually get off on it?

I exited out of that scene feeling sympathy for both Quinn and his scene partner and opened another random one.

By how much younger Quinn looked, it was probably one of his earlier scenes.

This one wasn’t as extreme with the cheesy dialogue or the insane positions. He had a softer, gentler air about him but was still that detached, cocky guy who had no depth or dimension beyond his role as the top.

If I didn’t know who Quinn really was, his Stone character would be the perfect fantasy. Hot, toppy, and the stamina and skill of a machine were high on most people’s porn wishlists, but those weren’t my thing.

Maybe I’d find his scenes more enjoyable if they’d been with men, but I doubted it. I gravitated toward amateur porn and preferred scenes with lots of foreplay and kissing. The sex part was secondary for me, which was why I liked watching real-life couples.

Stone’s scenes had minimal kissing, and even then it was that overaccentuated sloppy kissing that was all tongue and no heat. The foreplay was singularly focused on the female model, and most of the camera angles only showed him from the chest down.

He really was just a walking dildo.

Not wanting to see any more, I went back to my search and opened his OnlyFans. Most of his content was behind the paywall, but he had a few freebies available.

One was a video of him dancing in the shower. The lighting was dark red, and the steam from the water gave the shot an ethereal look. I couldn’t tell if someone filmed it for him or if he was that skilled at editing, but the camera never panned lower than the top of his pubic hair as he rolled his body in sensual waves and made the sexiest bedroom eyes I’d ever seen.

That video was hot as hell, and it was the lack of nudity that brought it to the next level.

He also had a couple of short jerk-off videos that cut off before the cumshot that were hot, but it was still like watching a different person.

He knew how to work the camera, and he looked like a wet dream brought to life, but those videos didn’t stir more than the barest interest in me.

With a sigh, I shut down my phone and carefully placed it on the bedside table, making sure not to disturb any of my bedmates.

I was wildly attracted to Quinn in real life. Our friendship had dulled my feelings, so they were more of an abstract thing and not the type that reduced me to a bumbling mess like when we’d first met. That was a problem, but at least I didn’t have to worry about being tempted to use his content for its intended purpose. That would be wrong on so many levels.

He might not care that I could see his videos, but jerking off to my friend on the internet didn’t sit right with me.