Page 21 of Hidden Desires
Okay, he was ninety-five percent sure he would turn it down.
Fine. Ninety.
Ninety percent sure he would turn it down.
A wicked grin slowly spread across Blade’s face.
Fuck…
Ace suddenly got the unsettling feeling that perhaps he had lost this challenge as well.
“Fine. Load her up, baby!”
What? Had he heard that correctly?
“You serious?” Ace asked, giving the man a chance to back down or perhaps change his mind.
“Yup. You got one of those telescopic lenses? You may need to back that shit up to get it all in the shot.”
“Telescopic isn’t a thing.”
“Wide lens. Whatever. Just stand back and watch out for yourself.” Blade scooped up his shot and downed it in one smooth motion.
Tossing the glass onto the table, Blade leaned back against the couch and spread his legs like he was giving the world access to what was between his thick, hairy thighs.
“Okay. I’m ready to show your fans what a real man’s cock looks like.”
Ace tried really hard not to smirk.
Okay, it was just him and his cloud that would theoretically be watching Blade’s cinematic debut, but the dude didn’t need to know that.
There was something hot and steamy about watching a guy tug on his meat, trying to fluff it up so that it didn’t look like a sleeping snail. Male ego at its finest.
Lifting his cell, Ace selected the video mode and zoomed in so that Blade filled the screen.
“And… action!”
Blade smirked into the camera like he was born to seduce the world. He slowly slid his hand across his chest, never once losing eye contact with the camera.
“Howdy, all my loyal fans. Tonight, I’ve got an extra special treat for you all. You’re about to witness the unveiling of one of the thickest cocks you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”
There was no way, Ace thought to himself. The man was just going to tease the camera a bit with some over-the-clothes typeaction. Do a little queer-baiting, getting his audience all hard and horny.
Audience? It was just him and his dirty thoughts the sexy stud was performing in front of.
If Blade only knew that every move, every seductive stroke was going to be stored in the deepest memory vaults of his to be replayed over and over during every future jack-off session until Ace’s cock was raw and his balls were empty. He didn’t care. His dick was going to be so abused.
Watching Blade through the lens, Ace swallowed hard.
Blade didn’t have the balls to pull it out and start jacking off in front of him.There was no fucking way.
On the couch, Blade ran his hand across his chest, stopping momentarily to play with his nipples.
They were hard and popping firm against his black T-shirt.
“The fans are paying big money… and so far it’s nothing but a queer-baiting session,” Ace teased. He had this. The man was going to chicken out any second now.
“Queer-baiting my ass.” Blade exhaled before reaching behind him and pulling his shirt off over his head.
