Gabe was sipping his coffee while Michael snooped around on Tom's computer.
"Michael," Gabe rolled his eyes, "They told us specifically not to do that."
"So? Who's gonna tell on me?"
Gabe grumbled to himself.
"Oh. Oh!" Michael exclaimed, "Holy shit dude. You gotta see this shit."
"What?" Gabe darted over to where Michael was sitting, "Oh my God."
"I think I found their private sex tapes," Michael gaped.
"Close it, Michael. We shouldn't be seeing this."
"No, wait," Michael protested, "Check this out."
Michael opened one of the files, "Look, it's you!"
The boys were watching a top-down view of Mary getting fucked by her husband, missionary style.
"It's not ...me," Gabe scoffed as he struggled to cover his cleavage. But he couldn't take his eyes off the screen.
"Maybe TMI, but Tom's getting really turned on from watching this," Michael moved to adjust his pants.
"Gross, Michael."
"Shush," Michael hissed, "It looks like you're getting close..."
"I'm not– what? Quit it!"
They watched Mary moan with pleasure, as she and Tom came at the same time. Mary smiled, as she seductively licked some cum off of her fingertips.
Gabe, standing just behind Michael, found himself subconsciously mimicking Mary's smile.
His smile promptly vanished as Michael spun in his chair, "Wow, these bodies of ours certainly have fun together! You sure you don't wanna give it a go? Looks like you would totally love it."
"Absolutely fucking not," Gabe huffed, although he was now struggling to stifle an alien curiosity that had awakened within him.
Being entered by a man and brought to orgasm, accepting it like a real woman would. That was something the body he inhabited was capable of. And the only thing keeping Gabe from indulging in such an experience first hand was the memory of being a man.
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