Scout starts feeling romantical after reading a certain type of magazine. Enjoy, cause i did not enjoy making this

Scout slammed the door to his dorm room shut, trying not to think about that awful match he'd just had. They were an inch, a full on INCH away from winning, yet those damn RED bastards managed to get it. He lied down on his bunk, still pissed that he had failed to get the top bed, and grabbed a new magazine to read. Already read that one, that one's boring, not in the mood for that one, oh hey this one's new! Guns n' guns... Woah.

Scout had no idea where this new magazine had come from, but he knew damn well it would be... Interesting to read. He flicked through the pages and was immediately enticed, like moth to a flame. The magazine followed a pattern. Cool guns, buff men, men holding cool guns, naked men- What the fuck? Scout had to flick back a page to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Why the HELL was there some naked dude in his book about guns and muscles?!

Actually, who even is this magazine designed for? And why did he look kind of...

No, don't think about that crap, Scout, you're not weird.

But he just looks so...

Is it gay to compliment a man and his... Manliness?

Hopefully not, cause Scout was rock hard and writhing to see more. Guns, buff dudes, another dude but not naked. Shame, Scout thought. Maybe the naked guy is just a one page thing. Wait a minute, why do I want to see naked guys so bad? Scout shook himself and sat up on his bed, attempting to make himself act 'normal' again. "Come on, Jeremy, this ain't you. You're not... Agh, what the HELL is going on with me?!" Scout raged out loud, slamming his fist down on the bed and making a small 'thump'. It was just then when he heard the door open, immediately hiding the magazine under his pillow and grabbing another one, while also crossing his legs to hide his obvious boner.

Sniper entered the dorm room, his rifle still by his side as usual. Damn it. "G'day. Ya still pissed from last match?" Sniper asked him, not waiting for an answer before putting his gun on the shelf next to Scout's desk. "Meh, not as much now. Anyways, why'd it take ya so damn long to put your crap away? You didn't even do it, either," Scout replied, a bit disgruntled. "Oi, shut it for a second, big mouth. I gotta write some down," Sniper said, pulling out a small notepad, flicking to an empty page and scribbling something down. "How come? Ya can't have managed to find more people to kill-" "It's my bloody shoppin', ya drongo," Sniper snapped at him, making Scout recoil slightly. "Woah, calm down with the made up words camper. Just askin' a question..."

Sniper didn't have time to deal with Scout. In all honesty neither of them were friends, but they had enough similarities to tolerate each other. For example, their burning hatred for Spy. Sniper finished scribbling on his list, before saying, "keep off me gun," to Scout before leaving as fast as he can.

...He usually spends way more time in here. Ugh, and that asshole got rid of his boner, too. Scout took the magazine out from under his bed and looked through the pages once more. Damn, that dude would look so hot with his cock out, I wonder what it would taste- Wait, no, stop, stop it Jeremy. Scout was already feeling his hard-on popping back up just by looking at some buff dude with a gun. Was this seriously what he was attracted to? As he thought to himself, he obliviously stroked his member through his boxers, completely by instinct, until he realised he was doing this to the though of men and quickly retracted his arm. But he would soon start doing it again, finally giving in to the fact he was a bit gay.

A few minutes later, Scout put down the magazine and back at his bulge. Well, can't waste a good boner, can you? And anyways, sniper would be back soon so he better get it over with. He pulled down his pants and stared down at his rod, large and... Throbbing? Is that the right term? Either way, Scout was more eager than usual to bust a fat one. He gripped it tight and stroked firmly, trying his best to think of his new major turn on. Hot men, yes, hot men, shirtless dudes, yes, Sniper, nope, shirtless Sniper, maybe. Wait... Nevermind. Scout sped up his stroking, his panting soon becoming louder and moans starting to form. "F-fuck these, these hotties... Fuck em for bein' s-sOo HOtt...~" Filled the room alongside his moans of pleasure, which he kind of hoped anyone nearby could hear. At this point Scout was beyond stopping, his left hand gripping the side of the bed as his right firmly pleasured Scout. "Ya a-ain't gAYyy... Y-ya just b-bein' curious, ScoUT...~!" Scout whimpered, as one part of him begged for pleasure and one begged to stop. He could feel his release, his climax was building and all he could think of was Men, HOT men, SUPER HOT men, Sniper!

A look of terror splashed over scout's face as he finally gave in, seed spreading all over his legs as the door opened and Sniper came through holding a plastic bag full of things. Scout was devastated. Not only that Sniper had caught him busting a nut, but that he had burst thinking ABOUT sniper. Did that mean he had technically jacked off to one of his coworkers?! Sniper just stared at Scout, his aviators hiding a look of surprise.

"...Next time, do it in the bathroom, ya weirdo."

I feel diseased after writing this i need help