Two twinks
“I really want to jack off right now,” he said softly. His hand
strayed to his crotch where he began to slowly rub himself.
“I won’t take pictures this time,” I replied playfully, confused
as to where this was going.
“Oh, that’s okay. Why don’t you join me?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, taken totally off guard by the question.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone. Will you have sex with me?” he
asked softly, moving towards me so that his lips were right by my ear.
“Are you trying to tell me you’re gay?” I asked.
“I’m not really sure. All I know is that I’ve wanted to have sex
with you since that photo shoot, and I knew that you would probably be
interested,” he answered.
“How did you know that?” I asked, defensive.
“Let’s just say I’ve met a friend of yours,” he answered.
By this time my penis had grown into a full erection and the idea
of having sex with this firm Christian man was making my temperature rise.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked, not caring who had told him,
just wanting to ravish his body right now.
“Let’s do it here,” he answered, a puff of air expelled into my
ear at the end of his sentence. I shivered upon contact.
I moved away from him and went to the door. I put up a Reserved
sign and then locked the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. When I
returned, Sam had removed his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants. In the
light from the dim red lights of the darkroom, I could see his toned
chest with the patch of hair nestled between his pectorals. I had to kiss
him.