Americas Golden Boy Who Secretly Likes Boys
Steve Rogers wasn’t the saint that he pretended to be. While he got after members of his team for language and other vulgarity, Captain America was still a man. Steve Rogers was a particularly frustrated man at that. Sex wasn’t something that was openly talked about in the 1940’s. It was something that was meant to be sacred between man and wife after they had gotten married. Sure he had been around when the war started and people rushed having kids, but he had always been traditional and wanted to wait for any type of physical intimacy. After coming up from the ice, it became increasingly clear that those old fashioned customs had not been preserved over time. Sleeping with strangers had become the new norm, one night stands and meaningless friends with benefits situations had taken over the modern world. This was something that Captain Rogers would never get used to. He had long since seen the parties Stark had thrown, befitted with skimpy dresses, alcohol, and riddled with cheap mistakes. Except he had an image to maintain. Rogers' image as America’s golden boy didn’t have room for one night stands and it absolutely didn’t have room for the way his eyes trailed over well fitted suits, five o’clock shadows, and muscular bodies. That was something he didn’t dare admit. Steve had barely admitted it to himself. In times long past, he ignored the way he felt when he saw the soldiers in their uniforms, ignored the way his **best friend** looked in his army uniform, and he absolutely ignored the way his stomach flipped whenever he saw those blue eyes that had long since been lost to him. Now, out of the ice and living in an era where his preferences weren’t as shameful, he could be a little bit more lenient with himself.
It wasn’t difficult to come across more scandalous things on the internet. Captain Rogers had been made aware of pornography since his time out of the ice but had never indulged in it. He felt that it was wrong to look at people so intimately just for his own gain. Even so, he had somehow been thrown into the world of escorts and models due to the amount of time he spent with a certain billionaire playboy. It almost appalled him seeing the way these women threw themselves at him. Not to be narcissistic, but Steve knew he was attractive. Ever since he had the serum injected into him he had seen how people looked at him differently. Women stared at him with unadulterated lust and men looked up at him with jealousy that wasn’t hidden very well. Only within the confines of his mind would Rogers wish that the intention of the gazes on him be flipped.
Tonight was no different. Tony was hosting his annual New Year’s Eve party that was nothing more than an excuse for the socialites of New York to get together and indulge in their own selfish desires. It didn’t help Steve’s case that Stark insisted everyone wear their uniform, so here he stood off to the side, donning his red, white, and blue uniform. Drunken girls stumbled to try and talk to him, which he politely declined with his signature PR trained smile and eager journalists swarmed to get answers on the infamous first Avenger. As he nursed a drink himself, knowing itd do nothing since alcohol had no effect on his super-soldier metabolism, he watched the way everyone moved. They were undulant, uncaring, and needy. Desires swarmed the building leaving the Captain feeling pained. He had never had the luxury of being able to let loose like this. Steve was a soldier first. Someone who was in a constant fight. Then he was an idol. Someone that had a solid image to maintain as the symbol of freedom, something so pure and noble that it couldn’t be tainted by his own basic impulses. Even so, he couldn’t help his eyes from wandering over the faces of the servers, taking in every detail of their features and causing his own frustrations to rise. Steve knew this party wasn’t going to end anytime soon. These kinds of parties could last all through the night and well into the next morning, so he concluded that he could make his exit without anyone noticing his premature departure. He silently exited the main area and made his way to his room in the top levels of Stark Tower. After closing the door behind him, he began stripping off his skin tight uniform. He undid the belt around his waist, throwing it down to the side, and tugged off the blue jumpsuit. Leaving himself in only a white undershirt and black boxers, he crawled into his bed and laid face down on his stomach. Impulsively he groaned at the feeling of his dick pressing against the mattress but he shoved down the feeling and tried to fall asleep.
An hour later, he was restless in his bed. He tossed and turned, plagued by the thoughts of the men of both his past and present. He thought about his old friend's blue eyes and the way he smiled, and he thought of the way the servers looked in their blacked out tuxes down at the party in the lower levels of the tower. Steve’s dick ached with need as he subconsciously began grinding against his mattress, a symptom of his sexual frustrations that had built up over the years. He has always pushed down these base desires, not wanting to indulge in such acts, but tonight was different. He knew if he didn’t give in he’d just be torturing himself all night. Finally giving in, he rolled onto his back and slipped his hand under the fabric of his boxers where his already hard dick was throbbing. After pumping himself a few times, he stops to spit into his hand to make his hand glide more easily across his length. Small curses and grunts left his lips quietly as he tried to get himself off quickly, but to no avail his own thoughts just couldn’t make him cum the way he needed to. He tried twisting his wrist a certain way, using different amounts of pressure, even tried double fisting his own cock just to finish but nothing worked. He needed some other stimulation, something to look at, someone to watch.
With an almost annoyed expression, Steve grabs his phone and begins searching for something, anything to make himself feel any type of pleasure. Scrolling past all the fake professionals, whimpering women, and aggressive men, he comes across what looks like a homemade video. He doesn’t know what draws him in, maybe it’s the way the man in the video's hands look wrapped around his own cock, or maybe it’s something in his subconscious luring him into watching, but either way he clicks on the video and begins watching. There’s something alluring about the way the man in the video looks to Steve. Even though the video doesn’t show his face, the small whines are almost familiar to the Captain. Eyes fixated on his screen, Steve couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up into his hand as he watched the man’s already leaking with precum, similar to himself right now. Instinctively, Steve moved so he could grind his hips into the mattress, needing more friction. Groans that bordered on growls fall from the soldier's mouth, his eyes never prying away from the sight of the man on his screen. There was something so intense and familiar about whoever the creator was, something that made Steve insane with lust. Rutting hard against his mattress, precum smearing on his sheets and his stomach, Rogers was closer to the edge than he’d ever been. His cock twitched and pulsed as he moved against his bed, and a sheen of sweat coated his muscles causing his white undershirt to stick to him beautifully. Pieces of his blonde hair clung to his forehead as he panted breathlessly, watching as the man on the screen became more desperate as he stroked his cock. Matching the unknown man’s pace as he fucked against the sheets, Steve shivered and let out a low groan as he came in sync with the man in the video, painting his own stomach and sheets. He was more blissed out than he had ever been in his entire life as his dick twitched in reaction to how hard he came. Finally tearing his eyes away from the screen of his laptop, he grabs at his sheets and just recovers from the high he was feeling.
Once he was in control enough to form a cohesive thought, Steve stood up from his bed and cleaned himself off. He grimaced slightly at the state of his sheets, realizing what a mess he made of them. Too lazy to clean properly, he stripped the sheets and tossed them to the floor to deal with tomorrow and climbed back into bed feeling much more relaxed. As he looked at his still open browser, Steve felt the need to reward whoever was on the other end. Having to make his own account to be able to send this mysterious creator anything, he laughed to himself softly and made his username “Icepop” something that seemed fitting for him. Grabbing his card and putting in the information, Steve Rogers, the Captain America, sent his new favorite cam-boy five hundred dollars as a reward for making him cum harder than he had in his entire life.