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What thefuckwas he doing here? The thought nailed him like a kick in the balls when he entered the rec room and was immediately confronted by a gaggle of lusty porn stars. Behind him, Hal clutched his shoulders, startling Dylan.
“Oh, mygod,”he groaned low and breathless. “This is fuckingheaven.”In his excitement, he squeezed Dylan’s traps almost painfully and absently shoved his crotch to Dylan’s ass. His friend was hard as a rock.
Dylan instinctively bumped Hal off him with a short laugh. “Get off me.” He bit back‘you fag’before it jumped off his tongue. Hal would take no offense at it—Dylan always called him a fag, in that best friend “just fucking with you” kind of way. But the room was full of gay men—they might not take it as lightly.
Hal stepped to his side and draped a strong, muscular arm around his shoulder, a huge grin on his face. “This experience is going to change your life, baby.”
Looking around at all the eager faces, Dylan subconsciously shrank into Hal’s partial embrace—perhaps hoping Hal would protect him? Even take him the fuck out of here? But it had been Hal’s idea to come here. Hewantedthese guys to have their way with Dylan, convinced that Dylan would turn fag as soon as he took dick in the ass. Dylan wasn’t as convinced. In fact, he was seriously rethinking the whole notion of getting fucked by a man. Yeah, sure, what Hal had done to him had felt good. But they hadn’tfucked.He hadn’t told Hal, but before coming here, he’d gone to a few gay porn sites and watched straight guys take dick for the first time. A lot of them didn’t seem to enjoy it so much. In many cases, it looked downright painful.
Dylan wasn’t into painful sex. It did nothing for him. Once these guys got jacked up, though…would they stop if he wanted them to stop?Just don’t start in the first place and you won’t have to worry about it.But he was already here. He’d already done the intro interview with Gideon Dodd. Was it too late to back out?
“Boys.” Gideon led the way across the room. “I’d like you to meet Dylan—our new curious boy—and his friend Hal, who is here for support and…” Gideon looked at Hal and smiled, “…to fulfill a fantasy or two.”
Hal grinned. “Or three or four or…” He chuckled.
“Well, all right.” A black-haired, blue-eyed porn star piped up. “We’re all about turning fantasy to reality.” He looked Hal over, cobalt eyes scoping him from head to toe as an appreciative expression spread across his face. “I happen to be a particular expert at it.” He winked at Hal, his gaze radiating full-on lust as it slid off Hal and onto Dylan. “How about you, handsome? You’re here, so you must be lookin’ for afantasticexperience as well.”
“Easy now, Lucas.” Gideon chuckled yet with sincere caution. “Give Dylan his space and let him get comfortable on his own terms.”
“What?” Blue-eyes grinned and gestured innocently. “What’d you think I was going to do—jump on him?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” another of the guys snorted and others snickered.
“Hey,” Lucas countered. “I only jump on the ones who want to be jumped.” His eyes snapped back to Hal and his grin stretched. Hal returned the grin. “Like this one here.” He sauntered up to Hal and dragged his short nails down Hal’s chest. “Bet you love being jumped.”
“Hell, yeah, I do.”
“Mm. Love a man who isn’t shy.” Lucas smiled darkly at Dylan. “Of course, I have no aversion to the shy ones, either.” He winked.
Dylan swallowed. He had to watch his back with this one. Literally. “I’m not shy.”
His smile stretching, Lucas quipped, “Even better.”
Gideon cleared his throat, amusement on his face. He looked around the room. “Where is our usual welcome committee?”
“They went to the kitchen real quick,” one of the guys spoke up. “They’ll be right back.”
Gideon nodded and lightly clapped Dylan on the shoulder. “You can’t get a real feel for this place until you meet our twins. They can make anyone feel at home.” He chuckled. “Of course, they can be a little overwhelming at first, but don’t let that scare you away. They’re harmless.”
The other men snickered. Dylan wasn’t sure what to make of that. Hal had insisted henotwatch any of the Gideon’s Angels videos before coming here. He wanted Dylan to experience the full effect of seeing them for the first time in person. Dylan had no idea who the “twins” were. Twinbrothers?That seemed strange, even weird, that two brothers would do porn together—even if they weren’t screwing each other.
“Why don’t you all introduce yourselves,” Gideon said. “Help our guests to relax and get comfortable before we move on to the main event.” He turned to Dylan. “Remember, you get to choose your co-star. Take your time, socialize a bit, get to know the boys. Warm up sessions are allowed.” He smiled.
“Warm up?” Dylan glanced at the men dubiously.
“A little hand and mouth action to chase away the nerves,” Gideon said. “But again, it’s entirely up to you. If you don’t want any warm up, you don’t have to have it.”
A sudden sharp squeal jerked Dylan around. Two blond boys stood in the rec room doorway, their soft innocent faces lit up with excitement as their blue eyes darted back and forth between Dylan and Hal. The resemblance in appearance told Dylan that these were the aforementioned twins. They didn’t look like porn stars. Rather, members of a high school glee club or some fluffy shit like that. It took some effort to imagine them getting it on with the other guys of the house. Hell, they still looked likevirgins.
The innocent image held as they came forward, arms linked, and bodies pressed together. They reminded Dylan of giddy teeny-boppers. They couldn’t seriously be porn stars. Was this some kind of joke? Hal probably set it up to mess with him.
“Boys.” Gideon grinned and waved the twins over. “Come meet our newest curious boy Dylan, and his friend Hal.”
The twins didn’t speak as they approached, their eyes alive with interest as they surveyed Dylan and Hal from head to toe and up again. The one on the left had slightly bigger eyes than the other and those eyes came to rest on Dylan’s face. “Hi,” the boy said softly, and something flickered behind his gaze. He stretched out a single fingertip and trailed it down the side of Dylan’s neck. Dylan shivered, startled by the effect of that simple touch. “I’m Marcus.” His voice spilled forth smooth as butter, and tender and sweet. Behind the veil of innocence, something else peeked through. Mischief? Dylan had no other word for it.
“Hey,” Dylan replied slowly, uncertain of these boys whose very appearances contradicted their career choice.
