Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Then we’re not that different. Sex is easy to come by for you too, especially with that gay app,” he said, though Dex had a skewed image of how many women wanted to fuck lots of bikers all the time. Maybe he just projected his own desires on them?
Dex glanced back at Hammer, but walked on when urged into the cool afternoon air. Hammer took the handcuffs with him for later, but for now enjoyed how much power he held over the boy even without them.
Remaining behind him had the additional perk of an undisturbed view of Dex’s ass, above which was a tattoo, which proudly stated in gothic font: NO REGERTS!!1. Looked like a lost bet, if Hammer had ever seen one.
Dex’s buttocks flexed with each step, prompting Hammer to imagine the hole hiding between them, yet there was no exaggerated sway to Dex’s hips, which he’d come to expect from lovers with a curvier frame.
“I keep in shape to make sure I’ve got lots of options, but guys are easy anyway. The bad ones at least,” Dex laughed.
“You do like the bad ones,” Hammer stated, because if that wasn’t the case, Dex wouldn’t have fallen prey to his lies so easily.
Dex shrugged. “Gotta live a little. How many times can I fuck married accountants before I’m bored out of my mind?”
Hammer’s balls tightened and, with growing confusion, he settled his gaze on the bruised meat of Dex’s buttocks. This strange attraction wasn’t at all like him. He liked voluptuous girls—big tits, meaty hips and asses—but while this kid had none of those attributes, his presence was alluring, and the round cheeks, while not as big as those that usually turned his head, had a shape that promised soft touch and bounce.
He kept trying to dismiss this temptation as something brought on by Dex’s blatant worship of him. But the novelty of being adored in ways women expected from him rather than offered shouldn’t be enough to explain why Hammer’s mouth watered at the sight before him. After all, it was no secret that sticking to his preferred kind of meal would save him a lot of trouble.
The house was quiet as they entered, and when the boy moved toward the bright living room, as if guided by visual cues in a video game, Hammer pulled on his shoulder, leading the way to the guest room.
It was a simple space containing lots of storage boxes in ceiling-to-floor closets, and a bed, but also a stationary bike. Not the best place for a sexy encounter, but that didn’t matter because Hammer did not intend to fuck Dex.
At least he hadn’t decided to yet.
The ensuite had a large shower but also doubled as the laundry room, so he pushed Dex inside and closed the door behind them. “Put your stuff in the washing machine.”
Dex did as told without question, at ease with his nakedness even though the tension between them seemed to have grown thicker since they’d entered the small room with no windows. “Thanks. I don’t wanna end up having to wear Cora’s leopard-print panties.”
“They wouldn’t look half bad on you,” Hammer said and gestured at the shower stall. “You wanted to wash? Now’s the time to do it.”
Dex must have really wanted this, because he didn’t offer to save water and shower together as a misguided attempt at flirting. He did stiffen a bit when the water first hit him, but moments later, hot streams turned the place into a sauna. “Thanks. I don’t mind a mess, but can’t stand feeling dirty. Err… Are there any other soaps out there?” he asked from behind the textured plexiglass, which transformed his naked body into a flesh-hued blur.
Hammer knew what bothered the kid, because all the stuff on offer smelled like a woman’s boudoir. He has asked Cora to get him something more neutral but Dex could make do with what was available. “No, that’s all there is.”
Dex groaned. “Do I look like someone who smells of jasmine?” He put his hands against the glass, and heat pierced Hammer’s temple when Dex’s dick slid against the glass and cleared off some of the steam.
“I don’t know,” Hammer lied and switched on the washing machine after adding some detergent. “It’s a nice scent.”
Dex hummed, and turned to face the water. “And yet you get to smell of cedarwood, smoke, leather, and sex,” he grumbled, but going by the pop of plastic, washing took precedence over whining.
It was… an interesting review of Hammer’s body odor, and if he hadn’t been in company, he would have raised his arm and sniffed his pit, but the description, which sounded like something straight from a wet dream, tickled Hammer’s ego to a point where he once again wondered if he shouldn’t just … give in to temptation.