“Then that’s what I’ll do. Maybe I can get them to tell me.”
Gideon smiled. “Maybe you can.”
•?•
Standing beneath the hot shower spray, Samson felt strange—as if he were having an out of body experience, staring at himself from a distance . . . and not recognizing the man before him. Confusion and uncertainty weren’t familiar emotions. He rarely experienced either—especially when it concerned himself.
He closed his eyes and let the steaming water wash over his face. Tremors shuddered through him as the sensations from his recent activity remained with him. His sated member twitched at the memory of the boys’ tight, warm caves . . . and began to harden again. An ache quivered through his testicles. His head filled with the image of Marcus pleasuring Mickey from behind, his face buried in the other boy’s rear end . . . and the ecstasy it ignited in Mickey.
Samson was shocked by the wave of disappointment that swept over him—disappointment that he hadn’t experienced it himself . . . and even more so, that he hadn’tperformedthe act on the boys.
He flattened his palms on the shower wall and hung his head as the hot spray cascaded down his back. He hadn’tgivenanything back to the boys—hadn’t evenblownthem. Subconsciously, had he shied away from all acts that, in a traditional man/woman relationship, would’ve been performed by the woman? He hadfuckedthe boys—but they hadn’t fucked him. They sucked him—but he hadn’t suckedthem.Wasthatwhy Marcus was upset?
Samson straightened and exhaled hard. He finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower. Maybe he didn’t know himself as well as he’d thought. It hadn’t felt like his hetero self had objected to this experiment . . . but maybe it had. As much as he liked the boys and found them sexually arousing, he in no way took the initiative to do anything but fuck them.
“That isn’t why he’s upset,” Samson whispered to his bleary reflection in the damp mirror. “Why would they expect all the bells and whistles, anyway? They knew you were straight.”
Straight.
If he was so sure of his heterosexuality—then why wasn’t he eager to get back out in the world, find a woman, and prove to himself that he still preferred females? Why was hisdickstill fantasizing about being inside theboys?Was he still prepared to chalk it up to mere physical stimulation? The “stimulation” had ceased. His sexual needs satisfied. So, why was the hunger—thedesire—lingering?
Maybe this was one experiment he should’ve passed over.
Samson dressed and found Chase waiting for him in the hall. The young man flashed him a crooked smile that tickled his gut and tingled his balls.
“I’m here to escort you to Gideon’s office.” He held out his arm.
Samson chuckled and rested his hand in the crook of his elbow as they headed down the hallway.
“So . . . how was it?” Chase glanced up at him with a grin. “I don’treallyneed to ask—knowing the twins—but I’m interested in your take on it.”
Clearing his throat, Samson smiled. “It was . . . an experience I’ll never forget.”
“That goes without saying.” Chase laughed. “No oneforgets their first time with the twins. Buthow was it?Better than straight sex? Not as good? No difference?”
Samson stared down the hall thoughtfully. He’d been with some fine female lovers in his time, but . . .
But none of them compared to this.
Was that true?
“Uh . . . it’s hard to say.”
“Why?”
“Because . . .” Why?
Chase chortled. “Because no straight man wants to admit that he likes fucking boys more than girls?” He winked.
Samson laughed lightly. “I think the experience is too fresh to say just yet.” But was it, really? Hadn’t the “clarity” struck the moment he slid inside Marcus’ tight, warm body? His cock jumped against the crotch of his pants—the merememoryof the moment bringing a flush to his cheeks and flutter to his pulse.
“Uh-huh.” Chase grinned. “If you say so, big boy.”
Samson shook his head and laughed.
“The next time you visit—and youwillreturn, I guarantee it—you andIare going torumblein the sheets. If you have any doubt concerning your love of boy ass—I’ll root it out.” He smirked. “I’ll go deep and hard until I get it all.”
Samson shivered. “I don’t doubt you would.”
