Bobby certainly wasn't looking for porn. He'd noticed that the door frame was lifting a little in the bathroom, probably due to the humidity, and he figured he'd just track down a hammer and hopefully a few finishing nails and tack it back down. It would need to be filled, sanded and repainted, but that was a larger project for another day. For now, he just wanted to stop the progress before it separated completely.
He'd remembered seeing that plastic container up on the shelf and pulled it down, hoping to find what he needed without having to go too far. When he set it on the bed and popped the lid, though, he made a soft sound of surprise. That was definitely not finishing nails. He glanced toward the door as if convinced that John would somehow magically be standing there, judging him for snooping, but when he proved to still be alone, he sank down on the bed next to the box, debating whether to explore the contents or respect John's privacy.
Curiosity won out without too much of a fight. It wasn't like he was going to judge John for having a porn stash, right? He just wanted to see if there was anything good, anything they could maybe share. As he pulled out the various items and set them on the bed, though, he started to feel a little nervous. Was this what John was into? Did he expect Bobby to do this stuff someday? What if he couldn't? What if John wouldn't continue to be satisfied by the boring, vanilla sex Bobby was into? What if he needed this...kink?
Regretting his snooping, Bobby started shoving the contents back into the box, heart pounding. He wished he'd never opened it, never poked through what really got John off.
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He'd remembered seeing that plastic container up on the shelf and pulled it down, hoping to find what he needed without having to go too far. When he set it on the bed and popped the lid, though, he made a soft sound of surprise. That was definitely not finishing nails. He glanced toward the door as if convinced that John would somehow magically be standing there, judging him for snooping, but when he proved to still be alone, he sank down on the bed next to the box, debating whether to explore the contents or respect John's privacy.
Curiosity won out without too much of a fight. It wasn't like he was going to judge John for having a porn stash, right? He just wanted to see if there was anything good, anything they could maybe share. As he pulled out the various items and set them on the bed, though, he started to feel a little nervous. Was this what John was into? Did he expect Bobby to do this stuff someday? What if he couldn't? What if John wouldn't continue to be satisfied by the boring, vanilla sex Bobby was into? What if he needed this...kink?
Regretting his snooping, Bobby started shoving the contents back into the box, heart pounding. He wished he'd never opened it, never poked through what really got John off.