Page 15 of Nugget

Stryker picked up each decarded article of clothing that had been left for him. Gavin was indeed changing the rules of the game. Stryker was not going to complain. He had been watching Gavin for so long that he was actually nervous to be tracking him down. In real life.

Would Gavin be disappointed with him? Did Stryker want to test his theory that once Gavin had him, Stryker would be sent packing? It was too late to turn back now.

Running the flashlight over the log in front of him, Stryker spotted the jeans just lying there.

Gavin was close.

Stryker could practically feel eyes on him.

He swiped the light from side to side.

His breath caught as he illuminated the sexy naked form leaning against the tree.

Gavin barked out a laugh. “A mask? Really, boy?”

Stryker added the rest of the clothes he’d picked up to where the jeans rested. “Well, Papi. You didn’t show me your cock before. And I asked so nicely.”

“It’s okay, boy,” Gavin said as he pushed off the tree. “I’ll show you whatever you want now that you found me.”

Fuck! This was hot! “So, I get my reward?”

“Reward?” Gavin asked. He was closer. So much closer but too far still.

“I followed your rules,” Stryker said.

“Just like the good boy you are,” Gavin praised.

Stryker snorted. He was not and had never been a good boy one day in his life.

“You don’t like me calling you that?”

“It’s not true,” Stryker admitted. How Stryker felt about that…well, that was pretty confusing so he would ignore it.

“Which part? The good or the boy?”

Behind his mask, Stryker was grinning. “You can call me boy. I have no intention of stopping calling you Papi. Hopefully as you’re buried deep inside me.” Stryker really hoped that was happening soon.

“You’re a bit overdressed for this party,” Gavin told him. He was so much closer. Almost close enough to touch.

“Am I?” he taunted. “What are you going to do about that, Papi?”

“Undress,” Gavin ordered, voice hard.

Oh yeah. Stryker was totally into this part of the game.

“What if I’m shy?”

Gavin grasped the base of his cock. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His knees went weak. Stryker really wanted that gorgeous cock inside him. Mouth or ass. He wasn’t picky.

“Or do you really just want to watch?” Gavin gave himself a few strokes.

A whimper escaped before Stryker could hold it in.

“That’s not what you want though, is it?” Gavin asked. He knew. They both knew that Gavin knew. Just another part of the game. Gavin’s cock looked so good in his own hand, but it would look better if it were Stryker touching him.

Stryker shook his head. He couldn’t even get the words out.

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