Fucking the Gamers (m/f/m)

I first noticed it when I saw how Mike perked up whenever Nick called over the internet. He’d abandon everything he was doing to answer the call, even if he was with me. The only time he would ever miss a call was during sex, and even then I sometimes saw a glimmer in his eyes. He would talk excitedly to him about whatever video game they were playing, but they also talked about other things, too. Things Mike certainly did not talk about with his other friends.
“Nick has a nine-inch dick,” Mike said absently to me one day. I was startled at this sudden revelation.
“What the fuck, Mike?” I said. “How the hell do you know that?”
“Oh, you know… we just talk about stuff. Guy stuff. Like, he knows I masturbate at least three times a day, and once I managed ten. I know he masturbates by putting his hand over the top of his cock, and he knows I do it by grabbing the shaft—“
“Are you sure you’re not gay?” I asked. His arguments were getting less and less convincing. “I don’t think it’s really a normal guy thing to talk about your cock size and masturbation habits.”
“I’ll show you gay,” he growled. Mike scooped me up and threw me down hard on the bed. “You think I’m gay? Huh?” He tore my jeans off and yanked them off my legs.