Gideon slowly licked his lips, his smile stretching. “My boys excel at the hands-on experience.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
Gideon was greatly intrigued by this man. His approach to gay sex was purely “scientific” and he displayed no qualms at the prospect of taking dick. “Have you watched any of my boys perform?”
“No,” Samson said. “I looked into the Curious Boys segment on your website, but I avoided watching the videos. I like to meet people without any preconceived ideas or expectations of them. I think it lends excitement and intrigue to the encounters and allows me to develop my own opinion of the person one on one, moment by moment.”
“Wow, I like that,” Gideon murmured, impressed. “So, at this point, all my boys are a mystery to you?”
“Yes.”
Gideon laughed softly. “Well, this should be interesting.”
“I imagine it will be,” Samson replied with amusement.
“Before I introduce you to them…” Gideon sat forward, the corner of his mouth tugging up impishly. “Would you mind giving our viewers—and myself—a sneak peek at that impressive torso of yours?”
“Not at all.” Samson peeled his shirt up over his chest, revealing a work of art.
“Holy shit,” Gideon breathed. “I take it you became curious about the human physique as well at some point.”
Samson nodded.
“May I…touch your muscles?” Gideon couldn’t help himself—Samson was like a mythical god, come down to converse with mere mortals. He could imagine a horde of sexy gay boys bowing to his celestial beauty—and wouldn’t be surprised if some of them did so today.
“Be my guest.” Samson stood as Gideon rose from his chair. The muscle god dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the sofa.
Before laying a finger on him, Gideon asked, “Have you ever been touched by a man before?”
“No.” Samson hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and stared at Gideon, unfazed by the notion of being man-handled. “Not in an intimate or sexual way. I’ve hugged male friends, family, and such.”
“I figured as much.” Gideon smiled. “I was, of course, referring to the other.” He supposed he should leave it to his boys to be the first to touch him, but the temptation was too great. His fingertips tingled with the need to scale those magnificently sculpted peaks of flesh.
Samson didn’t so much as flinch when Gideon laid his hands on him. His eyes rested lazily on Gideon’s face as the porn boss traced his fingertips through the hills and valleys of hard muscle. It being his nature, Gideon was helpless to wonder if the man’s “love muscle” was as impressive as the rest of him. His slowly growing crotch insisted it was. Samson would be on film with one of his boys soon enough—his curiosity would be satisfied then.
“You are fucking beautiful.” The man’s body rippled beneath his hands as his light caresses ventured from chest to lower abdomen. He stopped himself from plunging lower to cup Samson’s bulge, though he was quite eager to know just what this Adonis was packing between those massive thighs. He urged himself to be patient and wait for the scene. With the exhale of a shuddered breath, Gideon stepped back, reluctantly withdrawing his touch.
A low smoldering heat simmered behind Samson’s hazel eyes. Helikedbeing touched by a man. Liked it very much.
“Ready to meet the boys?”
A small smile tweaked the man’s lips. “Cockedand ready.”
Gideon laughed. “Better put your shirt back on—it might kill my boys if you walked in there half-naked.”
