Page 9 of Nugget

Gavin finally replied to the text chain.

Show me your face.

He hit send before returning his gaze to the laptop.

The chime from his phone came a second later.

Gavin glanced at it.

Show me your cock!

Oh, so the boy was feeling feisty, was he?

Gavin rose. Making sure that his entire torso would be in the shot, he flicked the button on his jeans open. Slowly he drew the zipper down. Pushing open the edges of his jeans, he showed his little stalker that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His phone chimed.

More!

Demanding little shit. Gavin turned away from the camera then pushed the jeans past the swell of his ass.

Yes, Papi! Turn back around.

He hid his smile as he read the message. The boy wanted more? Gavin shifted slightly to the side. Where his form would be in profile. Wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft, Gavin gave himself a firm stroke.

His phone chimed.

Let me see!

Oh no, that was not how this was going to work. Gavin closed his free hand around the phone as he stroked himself faster. And faster. Precome leaked from the tip of his cock and he collected the juices before smearing them down his shaft.

Please! Papi! Let me see!

That was better. Gavin liked the begging. It wasn’t enough. Not yet. Gavin replied with one hand.

Not until I see. Show me your face or no more seeing me.

He released his cock before reaching over and typing in the command that would take down the entire network. A hard reboot. It would take several hours for everything to come back online. Gavin had no doubt that Stryker would be able to worm his way back inside, but the wait would kill him.

Fucker!

You kicked me out!!

You’re going to pay for this!

Chuckling, Gavin sent one last text.

Show me your face.

He pressed send before turning off the phone.

Now let’s see how the boy responded. Anticipation burned through his core. It was time to turn the tables on his littlestalker. It had been fun, but Gavin was taking the game to the next level. In person.

Gavin left the bedroom and strolled through the cabin. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them off. Opening the front door, he sauntered out onto the deck. It was late enough that no one else should be up and moving around. And if they were, everyone had already seen him naked a thousand times. Maybe not erect and hard and wanting but Stryker did that to him.

He stepped onto the lush grass.

There was moisture in the air. A storm brewing overhead. Just like the one inside him. The weather matching the array of emotions that Gavin was hesitant to name. There was a connection with Stryker. Was it all in his head, his heart, or was there something more going on? Was it finally his turn?

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