Skyler O’Donnell was jetlagged. He’d arrived the night prior in Italy with his parents, but slept on the plane, meaning he was awake in their hotel for most of the night. After finally falling asleep at 3am, he woke up again at 6:30, lying in the dark while his parents slumbered in the adjoining room.
Skyler was disappointed that he couldn’t attend Pride this year. His best friend Justin’s openness had inspired Skyler to come out of the closet himself, though he’d yet to full talk with his parents about it. Still, his friends knew, which counted. He was surprised Justin hadn’t texted him once about Pride, and even more confused when he found that Justin’s instagram account was gone. But since it was the middle of the night in America, he decided not to text Ernest yet. Er, Justin. Who the heck was Ernest? Stupid jetlagged brain.
After going through his friends’ Pride posts - there were less than ten pictures total, was there a no phones rule this year or something? - Skyler scrolled through his instagram explore page and landed on a clip from his local news’ page. “Christian Pride countermarch draws bigger crowds and bigger controversy” was the caption.
Christian Pride? Skyler watched the clip and was surprised to see his state’s former governor, Nelson Colyer, being interviewed. “I think it’s high time we started taking back our country from these hedonists who attack every principle on which this great nation was founded,” Nelson was saying to the interviewer, and his booming bass was hypnotically sexy despite the message it carried. Skyler found himself groggily staring at the man’s thick neck and huge shoulders straining the seams of his beautiful suit. “I’m pleased our religious leaders are taking a stand, and my wife and I wanted to be here to support them.” Nelson’s jaw was so manly Skyler wanted to lick the screen. He set his phone down and groped at his crotch, thinking of that handsome homophobe. What a shame all that masculine beauty was controlled by such a stupid brain. It didn’t stop Skyler from jerking off to the thought of Nelson, though, as he imagined the big stud taking off his shirt and pressing Skyler’s face into his hairy chest--
“UNH!”
The curse that had imprinted on him through the phone activated at this lusty display.