Kon stumbles upon gay porn and one of the guys in it looks like Tim. He's suprised by how aroused that makes him. Masturbation marathon insues.

I'd kinda like Kon to have fits of mini-freakouts when he realizes he's been watching not only gay porn but porn with a guy who looks like his best friend.

I salute your brain op. seconding.

please tell me someone is working on this already

Someone please write this!

When somebody busts you with something a little on the way side, you freak out. You go white, you toss it across the room, maybe you even make all sorts of noise about how it -definitely- isn't yours.

But what do you do when you catch *yourself*?

"Shit." Kon whispers, the word mangled by the fingers stuffed into his mouth. Yeah, he's chewing on his fingers. He might, actually, be gnawing on his knuckles. Anything to keep himself from freaking out.

It's not working.

His computer is working though. Yeah, his brand new laptop is primed and whirring away, and he really wishes it wasn't- because he can't look away.

Can't. Look. Away.

From Gay Porn.

"Geezus..."

Can't look away from his erection, which is making holding this computer on his lap really fucking uncomfortable, and damn- how do you -do- porn on a laptop without it being weird like this?

He wishes he had a big oak desk like at the farm, wishes he wasn't plastered over his bed in PJ bottoms that feel stuck to his calves with nervous sweat, wishes he had not stumbled upon this damn gold mine of hot men.

Hot, hot men.

His laptop is tossed to the sheets and his hand grips his cock, jerking quick with fingers that are spit slick and ready for action. He jacks off -hard-, pushing his cock through the tight circle of his fingers and trying not to- to-

Spazz. Any more than he already is. Because he's already failed at jerking off to hot fantasy babes instead of the pictures stuck on his screen.

With his free hand he reaches for another batch of cleanex, scrubbing the cum from his fingers and tossing it into the bin. The bin that he isn't looking at, because it's way too full-

Too full because of guys. Hot guys-

He's freaked out again. He's hard again. He's looking at his laptop again.

He'd never really thought guys were super attractive before. Okay, so maybe he'd experimented a little bit in his younger days, back when he was making world tours and flashing his body in leather and skin tight spandex- but who hadn't? Right?

Right?

It was just one time. One or two times. And he had always still wanted to be with hot chicks too. Hell, sometimes he'd been with hot chicks at the same time!

A quick google search brings up bisexuality, but it doesn't really make him feel any less like he's going nuts.

Okay, so, the problem isn't really that he's got a super hard on for guys at the moment.

In fact, he's mostly okay with this whole "discovering a different part of his sexuality" jazz, because sex is great. Sure, it's a little weird to realize the part of him that partied hard back in the 90's wasn't just a passing thing, but he thinks he can get used to it. Get comfy with it, in time.

That's not the issue.

The issue is that these guys, the guys on his screen, the guys who've brought on this totally mind fucking expanding of his sex mojo-

Too many issues. More spit. More tissues.

He breathes.

He looks at his laptop, and the shifting animated images of dudes who all totally look like Tim smile back at him. They get plowed, beautifully. They give head like champions. They writhe, whimper, arch, and one particular one's toes curl really really cute as he finishes on a burly dude's chest.

They have sex, with guys, and they all look like Tim.

He whimpers.

Of course, on the maiden porn voyage of the SS NEW LAPTOP, he'd stumble into the land of Hot Gay Boys Who Look Like Your Sexy Best Friend. It's as not fair as having super sex stamina is a totally hot mixed blessing.

As he jacks off for the billionth time, muffles Tim's name in his hand because he can't stop himself from saying it, he -knows- he's gonna have to address this little issue.

When he's done imagining Tim's lips wrapped around his cock, done thinking about whispering to Tim about how damn hot and awesome he is for fucking forever, he'll take things in hand and-

Jesus. He's gotta stop taking things in hand.

He stops, makes himself stop, and when he sits up he finally nudges his laptop away with a shaky application of TTK. The bed is a mess, but he doesn't care.

He's thinking. Yeah, sometimes he does that.

He's gonna calm down, and then maybe talk to Tim about this like a regular human being.

Maybe.... When he's done looking through the rest of the archives. The laptop is already in his hands again.

your Kon voice is just SUPERB, SUPERB i tell you. This is Kon to a fucking T. and oh my my MY Kon baby, how on earth did you stumble onto that website~ (Was that your hand at work Tim?)

And Kon baby, think of your laptop. Hell, think of your dick...THINK OF FRICTION BURNS *hands over some lube* Now, carry on.

Seconding the love of your Kon voice, he is just so perfectly, wonderfully him! And I was cracking up all throughout this and totally melting over the hotness of Kon losing it over all that gay porn. Amazing, amazing fill! ♥