Page 51 of The Chemist

Diesel sat up in the lounge chair, hispsycho chaise, as he liked to call it.

“Any chance at gettingDaddy Dearestto remove my kiddie tracker?” Diesel asked, raising his wrist to show off his watch.

Dr. Bloom simply shook her head.

Hey, it was worth a try.

On the way home, he stopped by his favorite deli and bought himself a sandwich. He wasn’t really sure how he was feeling about today’s session. Reliving his past always took a lot out of him. All he ever wanted was to forget that those years ever happened and keep his eyes focused on the future.

When he finally arrived home, it was shortly after one p.m. The house was quiet, and everyone appeared out. He walked up to his room and stopped when he heard strange noises coming from inside Zero’s room.

Was Zero… fucking?

They weren’t grunting sounds or the sound of a headboard banging up against the wall. It was more of a heavy breathing and deep panting.

Perhaps he was having a wank.

A mischievous grin spread across Diesel’s face.

Gripping the knob of Zero’s bedroom door, he gave it a twist before pushing it open with his shoulder.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll go bl—” Then his voice caught in his throat.

All he saw was bare man-ass and balls dangling in front of him.

Was that how he looked while onstage at La Maison?

Was this really what people paid to see whenever they cheered him on onstage?

Once time began to move forward again, the rest of Zero’s body came into focus.

Bent over a yoga mat, Zero appeared to be in some sort of intense yoga position. One that provided the world with full-view access to the man’s partially spread butt cheeks and front-row view of his neatly trimmed balls.

A pair of dull brown eyes popped out from between the man’s thighs, appearing curious about who the sudden intruder was interrupting his private naked stretching time.

“Oh, hey there, sunshine! How’s the weather looking?”

“Umm, what?” Diesel asked, eyes still locked on Zero’s butthole. He swore the thing was winking at him.

“I asked how the weather is?” Zero asked, lifting his head out from between his thighs before turning and bending over backward in some sort of freak-of-nature body-bending bridge formation. The human body was not supposed to bend to that sort of angle.

“Umm, weather?What?” Flustered, he shook his head. “What the fuck are you doing, man?”

Diesel had seen Teo doing yoga. Hell, he even joined him occasionally. But in all those sessions, they never once involved licking your own nutsack or airing out your asshole.

“I’m doing naked yoga! You’ve never done it before? It’s so relaxing and freeing,” the man said, arching his back even higher, causing his cock to rise up toward the ceiling.

What pervy hell was this bullshit?

Diesel watched the muscles in Zero’s arm, thighs, and stomach all flex and contort. It was a display of pure power and strength.

Damn. The man was fit as sin.

Zero lowered himself down on his mat, still making no attempt to cover himself. And why should he? With a body like that, it should be on display twenty-four seven. Covering it up with anything was just a crime against humanity and decency.

“No, I prefer to keep my junk covered when doing downward-facing doggy.”

A smile crept across Zero’s face. “Well, with a cock like yours, that’s probably safest. Wouldn’t want you accidentally poking out an eye.”

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