“No, don’t stop. Touch my dick too.”
I rearrange my position so that his thick thighs are spread out over the tops of my own, my cock just barely grazing his crack. There’s a bottle of coconut oil from a few days ago when Lucia was here. “Hand me that,” I tell him, and he extends his lovely torso to retrieve it. His muscles ripple and tense in a symphony of movement. Most of my previous fucks have been on the smaller side—coked out club boys and wraith-like goth types, whomever I could pick up for a night or weekend where drugs came first and sex came second. Since becoming sober I’ve tried to stay away from the hard-core drug scene, but even still, it’s always the fem-boys who seem to gravitate to me, masochists and pain sluts especially, though inflicting physical pain isn’t really where I get my kicks. Adam is a new kind of thrill, to have all these muscles under my command, to know that at any minute he could easily overpower me. He reminds me of the straight jocks I fantasized about seducing in my teens, making them kneel and making them beg, stripping them of their masculinity and turning them into mindless, needy cocksluts.
I squeeze a generous amount of oil onto my palm and take his big dick in hand. What a pleasure it would be to ride it.
“Fuck,” he says, curling into himself as I stroke him with slow surety. “You’re good at this.”
“The best.” I rub my thumb along the divot of his shaft where it meets with the ridge, swiping up and around the crown while his prick drools messily. “You’re so wet, Adam. And so thick. I can’t believe you’ve made it this long in life without someone jumping on your dick.”
“Elliot offered to blow me,” Adam says right before he lets out a long, drawn-out moan. Of course, he did.
“Why didn’t you take him up on it?”
“I don’t know. Seemed like a bad idea.”
“Itisa bad idea,” I say severely and squeeze his prick roughly so that he knows I mean business. He nods, point taken. “Do you get naked in front of him?”
“If I’m in a hurry and need to change. There’s not a lot of privacy at his place.”
I’ll bet Elliot has cameras set up to film him while he does it. That’s kind of his thing.
“Another reason to find a new place to live,” I point out, but I won’t push.
“He’s been really good to me, though. He basically flew me out here and paid for everything until I got signed. He took all my headshots too.”
“And you posed for his art show. Seems like a fair deal.”
“I wasn’t really doing anything else at the time.”
“And now?”
Adam stares at me, licks his lips. I continue stroking and he pitches backward, lifting his chest so that it curves sensually. Such a strong, manly exoskeleton but I suspect his insides are so much softer. “Ohhhhh,” he moans deliciously.
I pause caressing him for the moment because I want him to pay attention, and my sense is that Adam has trouble with multitasking. “Your career is about to take off, Adam, and it’s important that you surround yourself with the right sort of people.”
“What kind of people?”
“People who can increase your connections and your social capital.”
“Are you one of those people?”
“Yes. There are others too. You grew up sheltered, but you’re not in Pigeon Forge anymore. L.A. will eat a starry-eyed boy like you alive and spit your bones in the gutter, so you’d better consider not only a person’s character but what they can offer you in terms of advancing your career. And also, what you can offer them.”
“What’s that?” he asks, attentive now.
“Your time, your company, your influence.” Your body, mind, and soul.
“You’re like my L.A. guru,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Please don’t stop. That feels so good.”
I continue stroking him. I absolutely won’t stop. I’m invested now. “Your skin is so soft, like a pair of kid leather gloves I once had.” If only I could carve him up and wear him like a mink coat. I add more oil and speed up the rhythm until the motion of my hand blurs over his glossy prick. Adam gasps, groans, and one of his legs starts thumping against the ground.
“Look at me,” I command. He stares at me with his pupils swallowing up the blue of his irises, mouth parted in a moue of pleasure. “You have a very pretty mouth, Adam, among other things. I can see why your teammates wanted to fuck it. I’d also like to see you dribbling cum from your lips like a leaky faucet and crawling around on all fours because your ass is too fucked out to stand, so dumb with lust that all you can do is babble and drool and beg for more dick. In this business, you’re going to encounter many people who will want you on your knees, on your back, bent over their desks, while they shove their greedy cocks up your tight virgin hole, figuratively and literally. And you’re going to have to learn to be selective.”
“Selective,” he repeats as if hypnotized. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What would you do to me?”
