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“We’re coming to you again with a special curious boys segment,” Gideon spoke to the camera and the viewers beyond. “Just to recap, for this series, I put out a call for straight boys who are curious about gay sex to join us for some fun lessons and experiences in the delicious boy-on-boy love.” He chuckled. “I have to say, there seem to be quite a fewheteroboys out there who are maybe…notso hetero.” He winked at the camera. “Lucky for us.”
Gideon shifted his focus and the camera panned to the sofa where two young men lounged beside one another. Not pressed up to each other. They were friends, not lovers. Then again, Gideon mused, maybe they were. After all, they werehere.
“Here with us today is Dylan.” He indicated the dark-haired young man closest to him. Mid-twenties and handsome as fuck. His black jeans snuggled him in all the right places, drawing focus to his ample package which wasn’t eveninflatedjust yet. Gideon was confident that before this introduction was over, the boy would be sporting a steel rod in his jeans. His light-blue t-shirt stretched over his torso, accentuating each and every mound of muscle, which were lean yet maintaining just enough thickness to boil any gay boy’s blood—even anoldergay boy. “We’re thrilled to have you with us, Dylan.”
Dylan cleared his throat and shifted on the sofa. “Glad to be here. A little nervous…but excited.” He appeared more doubtful than excited.
Gideon smiled. “Are you sure about that? You kind of look like you might cut and run at any moment.”
The young man next to Dylan laughed and dropped his arm around his friend, squeezing his shoulder. “No way. He isn’t going anywhere.”
Looking at the camera, Gideon said, “This handsome blond Adonis next to Dylan is Dylan’s best friend, Hal.” He shifted his words to Hal. “I understand that you’re already playing for our team.”
“Oh, hell yes.” Hal grinned. “I’ve been playing for this team all my life.”
“Well, we’re proud to have you.” Gideon suspected that Hal would behadby plenty of the boys before he left the premises. And eagerly so. Unlike Dylan, Hal was already bulging in the southern region and the fire behind his eyes insisted he wascocked and ready.“Well, let’s get right to it.” Gideon looked at Dylan. “What made you a curious boy, Dylan?”
“Well…” Dylan shot a dry look at Hal, then laughed low. “Mybuddyhere—as much as I ask him not to—insists on detailing his sordid sexcapades to me every chance he gets. He’s always telling me that I don’t know what I’m missing and that I have to try it at least once.” He shook his head. “Hal thinks every straight guy should take it in the ass at least one time in his life.”
Hal grinned and nodded. “Damn right, baby.”
Gideon winked at Hal. “I think you’d fit in quite nicely around here.”
Waggling his eyebrows, Hal laughed. “Maybe we’ll talk about that later.”
“Maybe we will,” Gideon concurred. Hal was slightly taller than Dylan, with a somewhat thicker frame. He was clearly no novice to the gym and the natural way he moved implied he enjoyed showing off the work he’d put into his body. He was definitely a prime candidate for Gideon’s purposes. He returned his attention to Dylan. “Go on, Dylan.”
“Well, one night, Hal gets me drunk…”
Hal scoffed. “Igetyoudrunk. Uh-huh. Sure.” He rolled his eyes comically, tugging a soft laugh from Gideon.
“He gets me drunk,” Dylan repeated with emphasis. “Andthengets me out of my pants, right? Next thing I know, he’s blowing me, and he’s got his fingers up my ass.”
His lips pursing in a twisted smirk, Hal didn’t attempt to deny it.
“Really?” Gideon gave a short laugh and cocked an eyebrow at Hal. “How…presumptuous of you, Hal.” The other boy laughed and shrugged. Gideon told Dylan, “Please,go on.”
“Anyway,” Dylan went on. “He’s got me stuffed halfway down his throat, practically sucking my brains out my dick, two fingers stabbing my ass…” his breath was quickening—and so was Hal’s…and Gideon’s. “Andfuckif it didn’t feel fuckinggood.”
“Good?” Hal snickered. “That’s how you describe it—that it feltgood?Fuck, you were howling and bucking like a rodeo bronc.”
Gideon laughed heartily. “Damn, nowthat’ssomething I would have paid through the ass to have on film.”
“I’ll front you a free copy,” Hal winked, a huge grin splitting his gorgeous face.
Gideon blinked, daring to hope. “Pardon?”
“I didn’t know if Dylan would remember the sex-capade, he was pretty trashed,” Hal said. “And I sure as shit didn’t want him to miss out on how much he was enjoying our little fag-fest…so I recorded it.”
Dylan shot him a stunned look. “You fuckingwhat?”
Hal chuckled. “Oh. Didn’t I tell you?”
“Fuck no, you didn’t tell me.”
Gideon couldn’t be certain if Dylan was upset because of the recording, or because Hal hadn’t shown it to him, so he could watch and enjoy all over again. Gideon was rooting for the latter.
