But he knewnow:he didn’t want to live behind that door any longer.
Washe ready for this?Yes.
Katt was surprised by what happened next. Samson stepped off the bed and spoke to the twins. “You boys take over. I can’t be his first; he isn’t quite ready for that yet.” He pulled on a white robe, moved around the side of the bed, and knelt down as Katt sank against the bed. “The twins will further prepare you,” he murmured. “Then I’ll finish you off.” He kissed Katt long and deep, drawing back with a soft pant. “If that’s all right with you.”
Katt nodded as the man’s kiss lingered wet on his lips.
The director, Rich, spoke to Katt. “Let the twins take the lead. They know what to do.”
“Okay,” Katt said, his voice thick.
Garrett, who had been watching from behind the cameras, approached Katt. “You’re doing great,” he said. “The less you think about the cameras, the better. Focus on the boys, and let yourself enjoy this experience.”
Katt swallowed. “Okay.”
“Are you scared about having sex with them?”
“A little, maybe,” Katt admitted. “But… what Samson was doing… it felt good.”
“What the boys do will feel even better.” Garrett smiled. “Trust me, those two will take care of you. They are caring, considerate lovers.”
Katt believed him. The twins had revealed that side of themselves. Katt felt safe in their hands.
When the director called for action again, the twins guided Katt back onto his hands and knees. The cameras were impossible to ignore at first—he could feel the cold eye of the nearest lens trained on the small of his back, the curve of his ass, the trembling inside of his thighs. The twins settled on either side of him, their weight shifting the mattress in two directions at once. Hands moved across his back and down his flanks. Mickey’s thumb found the dimple above his left hip and rested there.
“You should be his first,” Mickey said, not to Katt but across him, to Marcus. His voice was barely above a murmur.
Marcus looked at his boyfriend, then down at Katt. Something in his expression softened and held. “Yeah?”
Mickey nodded.
Katt struggled to control his breathing as Marcus positioned himself behind him, between his legs. His soft hands massaged Katt’s ass cheeks before squeezing a generous glob of lube into his palm, working it into Katt’s hole, dipping three fingers in deep, and stroking a few times. He hit “the spot” once or twice, warming Katt back up and reviving theache.
More lube—this time, Marcus slicked his own cock. No condom.
One of the requirements of signing up for the Curious Boys segment was recent proof of a clean STD/HIV test. All the porn stars were tested regularly, Gideon had explained, as they often filmed scenes bareback.
When Marcus slid his greased cock through Katt’s crease, Katt realized he was glad they weren’t using condoms. He wanted to feel the flesh-on-fleshcontact.Nothing between them.
Marcus squeezed Katt’s hips and drew back a fraction, touching the tip of his cock to Katt’s slick hole. “Just relax,” he murmured encouragingly. “Samson loosened you up real good. This shouldn’t hurt. But I’ll go slow.”
Mickey sank beneath Katt and between his thighs, his breath hot against the underside of Katt’s balls before his mouth sealed over the head of his cock. The wet heat of his tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, then Mickey took him deep, the flat of his tongue pressing against the underside of Katt’s shaft as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked.
Katt’s hips jerked involuntarily, the tip of his cock nudging the back of Mickey’s throat. A broken sound tore from his lips—half gasp, half whine—as Marcus’s slick fingers spread him open, the blunt pressure of his cockhead pressing against Katt’s entrance.
The stretch was slow, deliberate, Marcus’s dick breaching him inch by agonizing inch. Katt’s thighs trembled, his hole burning as it yielded, the resistance giving way to a deep, aching fullness. For a heartbeat, his body tensed, fighting the intrusion—then Mickey’s mouth worked him relentlessly, tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge before taking him to the back of his throat, and the pleasure short-circuited his nerves. His ass relaxed, muscles unclenching as Marcus’s cock slid home, thickand unrelenting. The burn was sharp, exquisite, the kind that made his toes curl, and his fingers claw at the sheets.
“Fuck—” Katt’s voice cracked. The pressure was overwhelming, his body stretched taut around Marcus’s cock, every ridge and vein dragging against his inner walls. His cock throbbed in Mickey’s mouth, the suction persistent, pulling at something deep in his gut. His balls drew up tight, the ache between his legs sharpening into something raw and desperate. He could feel Marcus’s cock twitching inside him, the heat of it branding him from the inside out.
Katt’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body caught between the twin pleasures of Mickey’s throat working him and Marcus’s cock buried to the hilt inside him. The dual sensations collided, his nerves alight with the impossible stretch, the heat, the friction—every nerve ending singing as Marcus rolled his hips, grinding against that spot deep inside him that made his vision whiten at the edges.
Marcus pressed his chest to Katt’s back, lips finding the knob of his spine, then trailing slowly and wetly down each vertebra. His hands slid up Katt’s ribcage, fingers spreading wide, palming the heat of his skin. Katt’s arms buckled slightly. Marcus ground his hips in a deep, unhurried circle, not withdrawing, just moving inside him—a slow, steady pressure that had Katt’s hole fluttering and clenching around his shaft.
“Oh, my god…” Katt choked, his hips rolling back instinctively, desperate to take Marcus deeper. His body found its own rhythm, rocking back to swallow Marcus’s cock to the root, then surging forward to bury himself in the slick heat of Mickey’s mouth.“Fuck…”he gasped.“Fuck… me…”
Marcus rose up behind him, thumbs digging into the meat of Katt’s hips, tilting them back at an angle. His first thrust was slow and total, withdrawing almost completely before sinking in to the root with a precise roll of his pelvis that dragged thethick crown of his cock directly across that spot—and held there, grinding, before doing it again.
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