Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Deeper he sank into sleep in this new position. His buddy moved between his knees. Then, gently, he palmed Randy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. Randy didn’t move. Just kept on snoozing. His roommate leaned forward and gave his backdoor a lick. Randy clenched but didn’t wake. His buddy continued with a bit more enthusiasm. Short moments later, Randy was loosing more moans. His body fidgeted, his ass cheeks flexing. But being sprawled on his stomach kept him soundly asleep.
His roommate paused to slide a finger inside.
Randy tensed, emitting a soft grunt, then slurred through a chuckle, “Shit, Joey… Are you fucking for real?”
Joey froze in alarm, but Randy didn’t continue. Evidently, he’d been talking in his sleep. Joey stared at him. Then slowly grinned. Randy’s unexpected disclosure clearly stoked his fire. Gently, he sank his finger deeper, then steadily moved it in and out. Randy moaned and shifted his hips. Joey added some spit and a second finger.
Another soft grunt. Joey smiled as he played. But soon his slumbering buddy turned considerably more vocal.
“Joey… Oh, shit… So good…” Randy canted his ass and turned his face into the covers. “Can’t believe… we’re fuckin’ doin’ this… Oh, my God.” The last word came out on a groan, and yet he still didn’t wake.
Joey grinned and withdrew his fingers. Grabbed two packets from his wallet and shoved down his jeans. A heartbeat later, he was sheathed and glistening, his one hand propping him above Randy’s body. His other hand lined things up. And then his hips were slowly pushing him inside.
Randy tensed. Joey paused and waited. When Randy eased again, he resumed at an excruciating crawl.
“Fuuuck,” Randy slurred into the mattress.
“Shhh…” Joey murmured, steadily burying his dick.
Randy squirmed, his ass cheeks clenching, his pelvis dipping, as if trying to elude the stinging ache even in his sleep. Joey tamped a growl and kept easing inside. Long moments later, he was embedded to the hilt.
“Ohhh, God…” Randy moaned against the mattress.
Joey grinned and slowly moved his hips. In and out, back and forward. By scant inches. Then longer strokes. Base to tip. Again and again.
His eyes rolled back, his muscles flexing.
Randy undulated, then fumbled in his sleep to find his dick. “Shiiiiiiit….” he groaned, jaw slack. “This is crazy…” And yet he smiled as he slurred the words. “Tell anyone… I let you fuck me, Joey… and I’ll kick your ass.”
Joey stifled a laugh and whispered, “My lips are sealed,” his dick plunging in and out. Not too fast, not too slow.
Randy fidgeted in his sleep. A heartbeat later, his butt cheeks viced. “Unnnggghhhh…” he strained out, turning his head.
Joey downshifted. “Shhh….”
Randy shivered, then searched again for his dick.
Joey bit his lip and kept on slowly fucking, his glistening dick reemerging then delving back inside his friend.
Breck cleared his throat and resituated his boner, then pulled his gaze from the spectacle and looked at Kai. “And the actor in this one?”
Kai smirked. “Not Joey. He’s one of my models.”
Breck’s eyes flared wide. “Bicurious Joey is one of yours?”
“Yes,” Kai laughed. “But that’s not his real name.”
He squeezed Breck’s hand. Breck squeezed it back. And, man, Kai enjoyed that feeling. Breck’s fingers intertwined with his, holding tight.
It felt good. Maybe even right.
Kai gestured to the third act. “Wanna see another?”
Breck glanced to the next structure, then back at Kai. “You make the call.”
As far as Kai was concerned, that decision was easy. He could come back and catch the next ‘show’ any time. Besides, with Breck standing beside him, looking utterly delectable in his skin-tight black threads, he didn’t need anything else to get him going. Breck had him there ages ago. All he wanted now was Breck’s lean, hard body against his own on the dance floor.
He glanced over and read the title for act three. Scientific Study. Test subjects needed. $1k/hour. Lips curving, he shook his head and turned back to Breck. “Maybe tomorrow. After my show.” He motioned toward the Castle. “How ’bout a dance instead? You’ve got some moves. I remember seeing them.” He cast Breck a knowing look and subtly smiled.
Breck quirked a brow—until understanding dawned. Kai could see it in his eyes, Breck remembering that night at the club. When he’d caught Kai watching as he’d danced with some random girl.
Kai grinned and turned to lead the way.
But then it happened so fast.
A voice calling out.
“Breck!”
Kai tensed from head to toe.
Before he could intercept, Breck instinctively turned toward the sound, his eyes locking solidly with the man who’d called his name.
Ohhhh, fuck.
Kai tried to pull him forward, to get him moving, but it was already too late. Breck had recognized his tremendous error and now was frozen in place.
The guy beamed happily, clearly a fan, and elbowed closer with his friend. “I knew it!” he boasted to his buddy. “I fuckin’ told you it was him!”