“Relax,” Marcus murmured close to his ear. His palm pressed lightly on Katt’s chest. “Don’t think about it. Talk to us, tell us about you.”
Swallowing hard, Katt opened his eyes. He forced himself not to look at the large man who had his head buried between his thighs, his mouth engulfing Katt’s dick. “What…” he rasped. “What do you… want to know?”
“You told Gideon you were an art major,” Marcus spoke softly as his palm rubbed circles on Katt’s chest. “When did you become interested in art?”
Katt drew a slow breath and held it—then Samson swallowed, and the movement rolled through him like a wave: the flat of the man’s tongue dragging firm and slick along the underside of his cock, the throat tightening briefly around his tip. Katt’s hips jerked forward before he could stop them, a short, helpless roll, and he had to press his fists harder into the cushions to keep from doing it again.
“I, uh…” He cleared his throat as his body broke out in sweat. How was this supposed to relax him? “I’ve always liked art…” His voice hitched as Samson gave his balls another gentle squeeze and tug. “Even… Even back in elementary school.”
“That’s cool,” Marcus murmured.
“When you graduate from college,” Garrett asked, “do you want to work for an advertising firm? Or go freelance?”
It felt surreal to carry on a casual conversation with these guys while his dick was buried balls-deep in a man’s throat.
“Uh…” Katt swallowed again. “Probably… work for an agency. At first, anyway.” Good god. The heat of Samson’s mouth was extraordinary—a wet, encompassing stillness that held him completely, the soft pressure of the man’s tongue resting beneath him, the faint rhythmic pull each time Samson swallowed. Katt’s fingers curled into the cushion. It was erotic in a way that was almost beside the point, like being submerged in warm water: his body simply didn’t know what to do with that much sensation at once except, slowly, surrender to it.
Mickey casually stroked his fingers through Samson’s hair as he gazed at Katt. “Are you feeling better?”
Katt trembled and smiled. “I am.” His pulse remained slightly elevated, but his heart was no longer racing wildly, and the tension was slowly leaving his body.
“It relaxes me a lot,” Mickey said softly as he combed Samson’s short strands. “When I’m in his mouth, sometimes I take a nap.”
Some of the guys chuckled.
“Me, too,” Marcus said. “It’ssorelaxing.”
Shockingly, Katt could see how that might happen.
“Then hesucksus awake and fucks usreallyhard.” Mickey squinted impishly.
Samson chuckled—a low, private rumble that moved through his chest and throat and translated into a hum that traveled the full length of Katt’s cock, vibrating up through his stomach. Katt’s breath snagged. His hips twitched forward, and his cock gave a slow, spontaneous throb against the man’s tongue, and he felt that, too—felt Samson feel it—and had to look away at the ceiling as he pressed his knuckles harder into the cushion to keep still.
“You two are…” Garrett laughed and shook his head.
Sean asked Katt another question unrelated to sexual matters. Katt opened his mouth to answer, and Samson chosethat moment to swallow again—a slow, calculated contraction of his throat around Katt’s tip—and instead what came out was a sharp exhale through the nose, barely controlled. His cock pulsed, a bead of precum welling against Samson’s tongue. He felt the man swallow again, softer this time, tasting him. Katt trembled, forgetting Sean’s question altogether.
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A strong pressure suddenly squeezed Katt’s dick, and he gasped, fingers gouging the sofa cushions as Samson very slowly and tortuously pulled up the length of his cock. Katt whimpered when the plump head of his cock was briefly pinched by the man’s strong lips andsuckedhard before Samson released him.
Tremors rippled through Katt’s body, and he sagged into the sofa, his pulse uneven and ragged.
Samson sat back on his heels and licked his lips, smiling. “It takes some getting used to,” he said. “Eventually, with practice, you’ll be able to relax while having your cock warmed.”
Katt swallowed hard, not entirely convinced that was true.
“So…” Marcus stroked Katt’s chest through his T-shirt. “Do you still think you’re straight?” He bit his lower lip cutely and squinted. “’Cause you don’t seem like you are.”
“I, uh…” Katt cleared his throat, but his voice remained raspy. “I don’t know.” Did straight men get off on other men doing stuff to them? He didn’t think so. But he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit what he was truly feeling. Once he did, there was no going back.
Do you really think you’re coming back from this, regardless of what you admit—or don’t admit?
It was impossible to think “straight” with his cock out and hard as a rock, while surrounded by numerouslustygay porn stars. In fact, his thoughts weren’thetero-leaning at all when hismind was focused on just one thing:getting off.And so many hungrymouthswaiting to get a taste of him. He thought about tucking himself away, but couldn’t bring his limbs to move. His eyes settled briefly on his exposed dick, stiff and gleaming with Samson’s saliva, an occasionaltwitchcausing it to jump. Precum glistened at the tip, seeping out of the tiny hole to ooze down his engorged shaft. He could still feel Samson squeezing his balls—which now ached from full capacity.
“Do you want to…” Mickey trailed his delicate fingertips across Katt’s exposed lower belly, drawing a half-circle around the swollen root of his cock. “… do more stuff?” The boy’s mouth touched his ear, his warm breath puffing into Katt’s hair. “You look… ready,” he whispered, a sultryglazeto his soft voice as he lightly dragged the back of one fingernail along the topside of Katt’s shaft, following a thick, bluish vein to the head.
Katt’s breath shuddered in his throat, and his cock jumped, a strong pulse running up the length to push out more clear juice.
