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“Damn, Cash, this is absolutely amazing! Hayden, come look.”

I shifted in my seat and hoped neither would notice me touching the fly of my shorts, hoping for a little relief. This fucking jockstrap was making this hard-on worse because everything seemed extra sensitive.

“That’s an awesome sketch, Cash!” Hayden exclaimed as Richard slid his arm around Hayden’s waist.

“What color matting will you use?” Richard asked.

“I can do a light gray or a light beige, whichever you prefer. I’ll use a black frame too. That way the only color will be the red on his ass from your hand.”

“Do a light gray matting. It’ll go with my decor better. I really love this sketch. Thank you, Cash.”

I felt so happy and proud of the sketch, and I’d made Richard and Hayden happy. From the back of my sketchbook, I pulled out a sheet of the vellum paper and placed it over the sketch to protect the artwork. I also pulled out the receipt for the sketch and noted that he wanted the gray matting. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Hayden was slowly stroking is dick.

“Did you guys want to get into position for the second sketch?”

“Yep, let’s do it,” Richard agreed.

“Okay, but I’m going to need some dick soon,” Hayden said lightheartedly.

Richard slapped Hayden’s ass again and replied, “You’ll get the dick and then some after Cash finishes the second sketch.”

All of this ass slapping was making me go crazy. I desperately wanted to experience it. I yearned for it, to be honest. While Richard moved Hayden to the spot he wanted him to be in, I opened my sketchbook to a blank page and pulled out a sharp pencil.

Hayden was leaning against the balcony railing, his erection perfectly in view, along with Richard’s handprints on his ass cheek. Richard got on the bed propped up on his elbow, gazing at Hayden while giving me an eyeful of his dick … his pierced dick. I can’t even imagine what being on the receiving end of that would feel like.

As I quickly sketched, all my mind could do was conjure up things that only fueled my hard-on that was stuffed inside Tristen’s gifted jockstrap. Not that the visual of Richard’s pierced dick or Hayden’s athletic body—accessorized by Richard’s handprint on his ass—wasn’t doing anything for me. Truth of the matter, this entire party atmosphere was doing something for me. I got to do what I loved doing at a sex-filled weekend party.

Occasionally, Richard would stroke his dick for a few moments and then stop. I had done a decent job of not looking at him while he was doing it, except one time. I pulled the pencil away from the paper and watched him stroke that cock. After every few strokes he’d flick the silver piercing and then gently shake his shaft. My mouth went dry again as I watched his dick. I glanced at his eyes and had expected him to be staring at Hayden, but I panicked when our eyes connected. I quickly looked down at the paper and forced myself to sketch while thoughts raced through my head.

Why was he looking at me?

What did that look mean?

Did it mean anything?

What was the deal between Richard and Hayden?

Why did I find Richard way hotter than Hayden? Both had good bodies. Hayden was younger than Richard. But there was something more interesting about Richard, and I didn’t think it was the pierced dick.

Why does this jockstrap make me feel so hot and dirty?

Will Tristen even see me in the jockstrap?

I was damn near desperate to finish this sketch and then get back to my room for a quick jack off session. I knew I’d have time before my afternoon sketch. But fuck, it was like I couldn’t get out of there quick enough.

“Okay, I’m finished,” I announced as I did one more final review of the art. I was so proud of these sketches.

Richard got off the bed, and as he walked over to take a look, I felt the heat rise from my neck to engulf my face. He put his hand on the back of my chair and braced his other hand on the table as he leaned down to look at my depiction of the scene they’d laid out before me. He was so close that I could smell his fresh scented shower gel. His hard dick was inches away from my arm. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Even though I told myself over and over not to look, I had to. How did that feel to touch?

“This is great, Cash. I love it. Can you do the same gray mat for it?” he inquired.

“Yeah, no problem.” When I leaned back in the chair to retrieve my receipt for Richard from my pocket, my back touched his hand. He hadn’t moved his hand, and I acted like it was no big deal and that I was comfortable with it. And really, why wouldn’t I be. It was just his hand and wasn’t like his pierced, veiny dick was touching me. Though, would I really be upset if it was? Could he tell I had a major boner going on inside of these shorts that Tristen gave me? I swallowed again, trying to create some moisture in my mouth. I put the receipt on the table and wrote “gray mat” next to the sketch number two line.

“Thanks again for drawing us this morning,” Richard said as he stood fully upright, giving me room to stand. I set a sheet of vellum paper on the sketch to protect it and then tossed my pencils in my bag so I could quickly get out of their way. I was envious that he was able to stand there so carefree and confident with his silver accessorized dick so exposed.

“I’ll turn the receipt in to the front desk today. It’ll be fifty dollars for each sketch and then another twenty-five for each frame and mat. So one fifty total,” I explained to be fully transparent as we walked toward the door.

“Sounds like a bargain for your talented artwork,” Richard said as he opened the door.