“Holding back?” Harris laughed. “That’s hard to believe.”
“Isn’t it?” Gideon shook his head. “I still don’t know what that was all about.”
“Zoom in on the three of them,” Rich instructed. “I think something magical is happening here.”
Gideon smiled. “With the twins—whenisn’tit magical?” But Rich was right. Even the other boys seemed to sense it as Chase and Lucas backed off, providing the twins full access to Samson.
•?•
Shivers raced through Samson—partly due to Marcus’ hot, wet mouth gliding up and down his throbbing cock; squeezing, sucking, tugging. . . and partly due to Mickey’s soft lips, just inches away, slightly parted as the tip of his glistening tongue tentatively peeked out, ready to invite Samson in.
Do you want to kiss me?
The eroticism of the moment knocked Samson off his “scientific” axis, plunging him away from solid ground and out into the abyss of ecstasy—an abyss he’d merely dipped his toes into in the past.
“Yes,” he rasped, a sudden thickness in his throat that caught him off guard. “I do want to kiss you.”
Mickey’s face brightened and a glow ignited in his blue eyes that burned through to the core of Samson’s soul. What was happening here? He always controlled and directed his experiments. Until now.
Now—he was spinning out of control. . . and he didn’t care.
A few of the other porn stars moved in silently and peeled away Mickey’s shirt, and then Marcus’. His member touched open-air while Marcus’ top was discarded, an ache winding up his shaft and lower into his balls. His hard fleshlongedto be inside Marcus’ mouth again and his desire was granted moments later.
“Uhh…” Samson groaned stiffly when his cock-head slid across the boy’s velvet tongue and dipped into his slippery throat canal. Marcus closed his mouth around his shaft and raised his big blue eyes to Samson’s face as he sucked his hardness without stroking. Samson trembled, his abdomen flinching, flexing, tightening.
Tender fingertips grazed his cheek then trailed across his lips, drawing his focus back to Mickey. The boy leaned closer as he continued to caress Samson’s lips. . . then brushed a silken kiss on his mouth.
Samson had experienced his fair share of female kisses in his lifetime—many of them quite wonderful—but none,not one, had this effect on him. He cupped Mickey’s head and urged him into a deeper kiss, lips parting, tongues touching.
Marcus began stroking—deep, long strokes—and moaning softly, his tender hands caressing up and down Samson’s body. The stronger Samson and Mickey kissed. . . the stronger Marcus sucked and stroked.
Tremors racked Samson as Mickey pushed eagerly into the kiss with his whole body, nearly climbing on top of him. Samson realized his free hand was buried in Marcus’ soft hair but didn’t remember reaching down to the boy.
A literalwhimperescaped Samson when Mickey pulled from the kiss. The disappointment was short-lived as Mickey began his descent down Samson’s mountain of muscle, savoring his hard body and leaving a trail of saliva behind. The boy slid across Samson’s thigh and sank to his knees beside his “twin” and joined forces with Marcus in pleasuring the large man.
Lucas, Chase, and others moved back in a little closer, tending to Samson’s upper half as the twins took turns sucking him and kissing one another.
The experience had a surreal effect on Samson. It was like he was caught in an erotic dream he would’ve never imagined he’d ever dream—living afantasyhe hadn’t known was hiding inside him.
Could he—of all people—have been so lacking in self-awareness all this time? It didn’t seem possible, yet he found it even more difficult to believe that human beings could switch sexual orientation on a whim.
His mind was currently in no condition to figure it out. Both hands gripped the two boys’ heads while they thrust him ever closer to the most intense orgasm of his life. He had always been a man who enjoyed sex—butneverhad he experienced anything likethis.
•?•
“I hate to stop this,” Gideon whispered a bit breathlessly.
“I hear you,” Rich murmured and made no move to do so.
Harris smiled as he steadied the camcorder. “This is fuckingbeautiful.”
It was. But they needed to move on to the official shoot. Gideon cleared his throat. “Boys.”
The twins immediately ceased their activity and rose from their knees.
Samson didn’t move—couldn’tmove?—and sat tensely on the sofa, his massive member hard as granite and oozing cum juice down the thick, veiny shaft. Gideon smiled—the man would be an instant fan favorite. Too bad he wasn’t here to stay.
Mickey and Marcus turned to face Gideon, a light glaze in their eyes. As much as they enjoyed sex with. . . well, anyone. . . their time with Samson seemed to have a stronger effect on them.
