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Mark leaned in closer to me, smelling like a mixture of sweat, weed, and vodka. “Then comeserviceme in the spare room really quick.”
I turned and glanced at the camera crew. For once, I felt myself bristling a little bit at having the cameras on me. They certainly couldn’t have picked up what Mark had just whispered, but I still prickled at them filming Mark looking like he was about to drape his body over mine.
There may have been a time a couple of months ago when his proposition would have interested me, but for whatever reason, everything about Mark was giving me theickright now.
“I’m good for tonight,” I told him, trying to let him down easy. “Here. Take a water bottle. There’s no dehydration in this house.”
“Only thing I want to drink right now is your cum,” Mark said, reaching for my arm and stumbling a little as he tried to grab my wrist. “I know that’s why you did that Insta live today. Trying to reel me in again? Well, here I am—”
“Jesus, Mark,” I said, leaning over to help him steady himself. “Sorry. I’m not interested tonight. But you need to drink a little water.”
“Shit, is he okay?” Another blond guy appeared beside us, reaching for Mark. “I’m his brother Zack. Sorry about this. He pre-gamed a little too hard.”
“I didnot,” Mark hissed at his brother, glaring at him. “I just want Kace’s dick and he apparently is too good to give it to me now—”
“Christ,” Zack muttered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it at all,” I told Zack. “I’m glad he’s here with someone. Was nice to meet you, Zack.”
Five minutes later, I’d helped Zack get Mark into the passenger seat of his car, and Zack drove him home. I asked if the TV crew would head back into the backyard again, mostly to preserve Mark’s dignity when he was probably blackout drunk. I sure as hell didn’t mind if I made a fool of myself on camera, but when my friends were going to regret something, I sometimes stepped in to turn the cameras away.
I let out a long breath, glancing at my phone. I had three texts from other guys that had built up over the course of the night. All of them were flirting or asking if I wanted to hook up tonight, and all three mentioned the livestream I’d done earlier.
None of them cared to ask how I was doing. How I’d been. None of them really cared about me at all, beyond my hot body.
Usually that wouldn’t have bothered me. But tonight it was like my dick was on strike or something. I couldn’t give a fuck less about everyone’s hollow compliments, and even my hottest hookups weren’t piquing my interest.
I spent the next couple of hours mingling, dancing, and catching up with new and old friends. I wound down the party much earlier than usual, sending people home around midnight. And when I’d finally showered off, changed into comfortable clothes, and gotten in my fresh, new bedsheets in my recently spotlessly cleaned room, I was in heaven.
When I looked at my phone again, my heart did a little flip in my chest.
I had a text from Nathan.
And for whatever weird reason, seeing his name on my phone had been more exciting than any of the sex propositions I’d gotten all night.
Nathan had texted me about forty-five minutes ago. I opened it up and gasped at what I saw.
It was a photo, not just a text. And the photo was a selfie of him, fully naked and dripping wet outside of his shower. His cock hung between his legs, soft but still thick and gorgeous.
I groaned out loud.
>>Nathan: I’ve never sent anything like this. But I owed you one, I guess. So here you go. The first Nathan Wood dick pic in existence.
My cock hardened as I stared at the photo, zooming in first on his cock and then on every other inch of him—his lightly muscled thighs, abs, pecs, and then on his fucking adorable face. His eyes were sleepy and so inviting, cozy and irresistible, just like his home had been.
I wished like hell that he was here next to me.
I sighed, reaching down to palm my hardening cock. I zoomed out on the photo again, taking in the whole thing.
I liked that I was the first person he’d ever sent a nude photo to. I liked it way too much. Fifteen years older than me, and he’d never sent anyone a photo like this?
Apparently my dick was very muchnoton strike tonight.
It had just been on strike for anyone other than Nathan.
I pulled my hand off of my cock just long enough to tap out a few rapid-fire messages to him.
>>Kace: I hope you know I’m about to come looking at this pic of you, because I’m already fucking rock hard and I’ve barely touched myself yet.
