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The reaction was there. His cock growing hard beneath the rotation of the young man’s ass. But was it simply aphysicalreaction brought on by the friction—or was it sexual? Despite his developing erection—did he actuallywanttofuckChase?
Samson flattened his palms on the young man’s back and caressed his warm, firm muscles, sliding his hands up his shoulder blades.
Chase smiled and ran his fingers along Samson’s thick forearms, his hips swiveling with increased purpose. He leaned against Samson’s hands and craned his head back. “Mm. Your hands feel good.”
“Your body feels good.”
Leaning forward, Chase arched his brow. “Yeah? So, you like touching a man?”
Samson nodded.
A grin split Chase’s handsome face. He squeezed Samson’s powerful shoulders and dipped down, grazing his lips across the large man’s cheek. “More than you like touching a woman?”
“I don’t know yet,” Samson murmured. “I need to experiment a bit more before I can provide a proper analysis.”
His grin stretching, Chase ground their crotches. “I can get with that. Experimenting is myforte.”He fingered Samson’s shirt. “We should get you out of this. Can’t experiment properly with our clothes on.”
“Baby, you can’t doanythingproperly with your clothes on,” one of the other boys cackled.
Chase nodded his agreement. “Now, give me a hand.”
A couple of the boys immediately aided the removal of Samson’s shirt, stripping his massive torso. He didn’t resist—rather, enjoyed the moment.
“Holyfuck,”Chase exclaimed in unison with a few of the others. His crotch hardened against Samson and he palmed his thick pecs, kneading his overabundance of muscle flesh. “Fuck, baby,” Chase groaned. “I’ve never seen so muchmanin one body before.”
Samson smiled small and his eyes jumped to the twins. With the removal of his shirt, their tender faces lit up, eyes glowing with want and desire. Yet they didn’t approach or make any attempt to join in the fun. Even the other boys cast them the occasional curious glance as if puzzled why they weren’t participating.
Chase wasn’t focused on the twins. He had become mesmerized with Samson’s body. Samson was accustomed to this reaction—from women. In the gym, men had look at him enviously, but the looks were nothing like whatthesemen were giving him. Samson hadn’t been prepared for the impact. Women’s attention flattered him—but didn’t particularly surprise him. It was the way of the “natural” world—women were instinctively drawn to men with strong physiques. Samson attributed it back to humans’ primal roots—a female would naturally look for a male who was strong and could protect her and help her bear strong, healthy offspring.
But he wasn’t used to such attention frommen.There was somethingintoxicatingabout being able to demand the desire and wants of another man. With male heterosexuals, it was customary to regard homosexual men as weak and “womanly” because of their sexual desire for other men. Samson was coming to view it in an entirely different light. There was a sense of sexualpowerin attracting men. Nothingweakabout it. In fact, he found it to be even more virile and masculine than attracting women.
His cock swelled inside his pants. He wasn’t arrogant about his “endowment”, but he was fully aware that he was packing more than the average man. Chase immediatelyexperiencedhis fresh interest in their activity and his grin broadened as he gyrated eagerly on Samson’s growing bulge.
“Enjoying this, are you?” Chase quivered and ran his fingers through Samson’s short, dark hair.
Samson slid his hands along the young man’s strong thighs. “I believe I am.”
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Gideon returned to the rec room in time to witness the sofa foray. He paused in the doorway, not wishing to disrupt the lovely erotic scene unfolding before him. Samson was an intriguing man. He exhibited not an ounce of inhibition when it came to experimenting with men. The man was a trueexplorer.Gideon would hate to see him go.
His attention shifted to Mickey and Marcus. The two boys clung to one another and watched Chase and Samson. They exhibited very peculiar behavior today. It wasn’t at all like them to stand back and not insert themselves into the heart of the activity. Mickey caught Gideon’s eye and Gideon motioned them over.
“What’s going on?” Gideon smiled. “Why aren’t you joining the fun?”
Marcus appeared particularly shy—which wasn’t at all like him when speaking with Gideon. “We’re just…waiting our turn,” he whispered.
Gideon arched his brow and chuckled. “Since when do you two ever wait your turn?”
The twins exchanged a look. Mickey shrugged and ducked his head, a small smile on his face. “He’s…different than the other boys who come here.”
“Different?” Gideon asked. “How do you mean? His size?”
Marcus shook his head but didn’t clarify, instead laid his head on Mickey’s shoulder. Gideon looked to Mickey. The boy glanced at the sofa, a glimmer ofsomethingin his blue eyes that was typically reserved for Marcus and Marcus alone. “He’s…special.”
“Special how?” Gideon was intrigued. This was something new with the twins. Normally, they were quite outgoing and flirtatious with the new boys, eagerly welcoming them into their home and trying to get them to stay. Their behavior with Samson was peculiar. It wasn’t that they appearednotto want him there, but…
