“Hello,” Gideon said with a friendly tone. “Can I help you?”
The young man shoved his hands in the front pockets of his pants and shifted. The warm, light breeze played with the tips of his dark hair, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I’m looking for…Katt Williams,” he said, a nervous hitch to his voice. “Is he here?”
Gideon eyed him thoughtfully. “And you are?”
When the young man met his stare and told Gideon his name, the porn boss stepped back and invited him inside.
17
Katt’s entire body feltdeflatedas he seemed to melt into the soft bed, unmindful of his own sticky deposits soiling the sheets beneath him. It kind of felt good, actually, heightening the erotic atmosphere of the moment.
Strong hands massaged his ass cheeks, slowly rubbing across his lower back and up to his shoulder blades. Katt moaned into the pillow as every muscle relaxed beneath the firm yet tender rubdown. During orgasm, his muscles had locked so tightly he’d almost gotten Charley horses in some areas. The massage did wonders for him.
Samson hovered over him as he continued working his muscles with skilled hands. His lips brushed the nape of Katt’s neck. “How are you feeling?”
Breathing deeply, Katt exhaled heavily, deflating against the mattress again. “Amazing,” he mumbled.
“Do you want to continue?” Samson whispered along the curve of his neck. “It’s your decision.” Even as he spoke, his massive erection glided between Katt’s ass cheeks, not invasive or demanding, but almostmassaging. It felt good and inspired Katt to slightly raise his hips away from the bed. But the sheersizeof the organ reminded him that it might not feel so goodgoing in.
The twins had left the bed for a moment, allowing Samson to soothe Katt’s overstimulated body and mind. Katt sensed themnearby, felt their warm gazes, and heard their soft whispers. He remembered the cameras and tensed again, but Samson’s presence and touch calmed him.
When they’d first entered the studio and undressed, Katt had been hyper-aware of the cameras, unsure whether he could perform on film with a camera crew watching. But as soon as the twins laid him down and began “loving” on him, all thoughts of the cameras vanished. Then Samson joined in, and everyone else faded to the far reaches of his consciousness.
Samson’s question lingered like a soft breath on his skin.Do you want to continue?
The only thing that delayed his answer was themagnitudeof what meant to penetrate him. As much as he liked Samson and was drawn to him… as a man with avirginass, he couldn’t help but be a tad frightened of the giant cock.
Samson lowered somewhat without resting his full weight on Katt’s back, supporting himself on his elbows against the bed. The heat of his chest and stomach warmed Katt’s already flushed skin, his hips curving slightly over Katt’s ass as he slowly, rhythmically stroked his incredibly large erection between his cheeks.
The gentle rocking motion sent heat pooling deep into Katt’s loins, spreading outward through his thighs in slow, radiating waves. On reflex, he lifted his ass, hips rolling up to meet the rhythm without thinking. The sounds that left him were barely sounds at all—small, broken things that dissolved before they reached the pillow.
Samson’s cock moved through the crease of him with a kind of devastating patience, the thick shaft rolling across his hole with every stroke, unhurried enough that Katt could feel the shape of him: the ridges, the pulse, the blunt swell of the root pressing briefly against the entrance each time before retreating,each pass drawing the ache inside him a little closer to the surface.
“Fuck…”Katt gasped into the pillow, squeezing fistfuls of the softness until his fingers ached. He didn’t feel like the same person who had walked into this house a few short hours ago. That man had come here confident he was 100% straight, willing to fuck another man only for entry into a fraternity brotherhood. Katt wondered how he had been blind to his own sexuality all these years, how it was evenpossible. Maybe subconsciously, he had agreed for this very reason—as an excuse to come to terms with who he truly was.
Samson’s lips moved from Katt’s shoulder to the side of his neck, his breath warm and controlled against the skin there. The wet heat gathering between them had changed the quality of everything—his cock no longer just sliding but dragging now, catching slightly with each pass, the friction made slicker and more insistent with every stroke until Katt could feel the specific weight of him, the way the broad head nudged his entrance each time before pulling away. Against the sheets, his cock stirred, then thickened, until his whole body had given itself over to Samson’s rhythm, hips rolling up to meet each forward stroke, the two of them moving together in something that was barely distinguishable from what he had always understood fucking to be.
“Uuhhh… huuh… uhh… uhh…”Katt gasped into the soft fibers of the pillowcase.
The twins appeared on the bed, lying down on either side of him again. “Do you want Samson to fuck you?” Marcus whispered, his soft lips touching Katt’s upper arm.
Marcus’s words barely registered, softened to almost nothing beneath the sound of Samson’s breath against his ear and the rhythmic creak of the bed beneath them. The ache had moved past his ass entirely, threading upward through hispelvis and into his abdomen, tightening there in slow, adamant contractions.
His stomach muscles drew inward with each pass of Samson’s cock, his body trying to pull toward something it had never reached for before—a hollow, urgent need that felt less like wanting and more like hunger, the kind that makes you dizzy, the emptiness of it almost indistinguishable from pain.
“Yes…”Katt whimpered.“I… want… him…”
With that confession, Samson slowed, then eased off him. Katt shuddered as large hands repositioned him onto his hands and knees. He perched there trembling, legs spread wide, arms barely holding, head dropped forward as Samson’s slicked fingers returned to his entrance—two this time, pressing in with a slow, measured stretch that made Katt’s thighs quiver. His back curved downward involuntarily, opening himself further, his hole gripping and releasing around the fingers as they scissored and stroked deep inside him, finding thatspotagain that made white light crowd the edges of his vision.
“Uuhhhh—” The sound tore out of him, ragged and unguarded, fingers twisting fistfuls of sheet. His hips rolled back hard against the penetration, fucking himself on Samson’s hand without deciding to, chasing the pressure, needing it deeper, needing it to be more than fingers. The ache had pooled heavily in his balls, drawing them up tight against his body. His cock hung swollen and flushed between his thighs, a thin thread of fluid pulling from the tip each time the fingers curled inside him.
The twins closed in. One fist wrapped around him and stroked, while a mouth found the side of his neck. The other kissed along his spine, palm flat against his stomach, steadying him. Katt felt himself beginning to crest again—and then the fingers withdrew, slowly, pressing against his walls on the way out until only the tips remained, then nothing. His hole clenched desperately around the absence, fluttering open and shut, slickand exposed and unbearably empty. But he knew what came next.
Are you ready for this? Are you really READY?
This was thetruepoint of no return: once he took cock in his ass, there was no going back.
Back to what?Nothing. Everything Katt was experiencing right now, emotionally,physically… that was his true self struggling to emerge. He understood now, that it had been trying to get out since that day in the fort. Maybe it was Todd’s rejection of their friendship that had caused him to lock the door tight and not even consider what was on the other side. Maybe it was more than that, he didn’t know.
