Chapter 8
Without Katt actually asking, the men began to line up along the pool table. One of the guys, named Sean, told Katt, “They did this for me, too. I was the first Curious Boy. I didn’t think I was gay when I came here; I just thought I wanted cock.”
Katt frowned. “You wanted cock, but… didn’t think you were gay?”
Sean chuckled. “Yeah. I was wrong. About the not being gay part.”
“So, you stayed here?”
“Yeah. After one session with these guys, I knew this is what I wanted to do.” He grinned. “Fuck men for a living.”
Katt smiled weakly. “Okay.”
“You never know,” Sean winked. “You might make the same career choice.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, like I said.” Sean shrugged. “You never know.” He walked to the pool table and joined the lineup.
Katt did know; he would never choose this career.
He’d be lucky to make it through this ordeal without some lingering “trauma.” And it began to settle in as the men unfastened their pants and, one after another, exposed themselves.
Katt’s eyes instinctively looked away. After years in locker rooms and restrooms, a person learned the unspoken rule of not looking at other men’s junk.
Now, he was supposed to break that rooted-in rule and unashamedly ogle these guys’ cocks?
It took real effort to pull his stare back to the dicks on display. Some of the guys proudly stroked their shafts—Lucas and Royal, in particular—as if they were in some kind of competition. In a way, they were.
Scotty didn’t join the “exhibition”, standing off to the side.
He didn’t seem thrilled that Royal was part of it, proudly presenting his large cock to the new guy.
And it was large. The man hadn’t been exaggerating.
Although his criticism of Lucas was unfounded, as Lucas nearly matched him in length and girth.
Apart from his own, Katt had never studied cocks so closely. Heat flushed his cheeks, and he hated it, but couldn’t stop himself from feeling embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do; surely he wasn’t expected to touch them.
“So, what do you think?” Royal asked with a smirk, his fist sliding slowly along his dick as he squeezed the thick root and pulled upward to the plump, purplish head that was already drooling precum. “How do we rate?”
“Uh…” Katt swallowed hard. The rim of his scalp prickled as sweat sprouted across his brow. The heat in his cheeks drained down his neck and into his chest, and for a moment, he felt lightheaded. What the fuck am I doing here?
“Do you like anything you see?” Marcus cooed, head cocked to the side and resting against Mickey’s temple. His delicate hand wrapped around Mickey’s cock, gently stroking his hardened shaft. Mickey returned the favor, pleasuring Marcus.
Next to Marcus stood Samson, his monster dick hard as steel and curving upward toward his lower stomach like some tentacle creature. Katt found it truly frightening and, with a quick glance at the twins, wondered how such “petite” boys could handle such a beast.
Katt wasn’t capable of a close-up analysis of each cock. At most, he gave each one a quick scan and moved on. The problem was: none of them was all that small.
Regardless of which dick he chose—he was going to feel it in ways he didn’t want to think about.
The air in the observation room was warming by the second. Gideon and Daniel watched the monitor as Katt looked nervous as hell standing before a line of porn stars with their dicks hanging out.
“My boys are so modest,” Gideon chuckled, then cleared his throat as Daniel inched closer.
They hadn’t spent much time together since last weekend, and Gideon was feeling it hard.
Before he’d submitted to his feelings for Daniel, he’d gone years, even decades, without any sexual activity.
Abstinence shouldn’t be a big deal for him.
But once he’d experienced it, there was no going back. And every day without it was torture.
He and Daniel hadn’t taken that final step, but they’d done everything else. And though they weren’t out-and-out fucking, the “other” was still pretty damn good.
Daniel had been feeling Gideon’s absence as well. He didn’t have to say so. It was in the way he looked at Gideon now, the way he touched him, his inability to stand more than a few inches from him.
“I kind of love their style of modesty,” Daniel breathed close to Gideon’s ear. His lips grazed the tender skin beneath the lobe, and Gideon shivered as blood rushed south, tightening his shorts. “It’s… inspiring.” The light rasp in Daniel’s voice increased the “blood flow.”
“It is.” Gideon turned his head slightly, exposing his neck to Daniel, who took the cue and traced the tip of his tongue along the protruding tendon.
“Fuck…” Gideon whispered with a tremor that ran through his entire body.
Daniel moved behind Gideon and gripped his hips, pulling him back hard against his erection.
Gideon felt every inch of him through the thin fabric.
“I’ve missed you,” Daniel breathed against his neck, dragging his lips down to his pulse point and sucking until Gideon’s knees softened.
His hands slid down the flat plane of Gideon’s stomach and into his waistband, wrapping around his cock, already thick and straining.
“I think you’ve missed me, too.” He stroked him slowly, deliberately.
“Or am I misinterpreting what I’m feeling? ”
“No,” Gideon rasped, his hips rolling forward into Daniel’s fist. “You’re interpreting it just fine.”
“You can touch us.” Marcus smiled almost innocently.
How he pulled that off while stroking his “twin’s” cock, Katt couldn’t imagine.
Yet, somehow, he did. “It feels really good to touch another boy’s dick.
It’s so different than touching your own.
” He squinted. “Do you remember how it felt to touch your friend’s cock?
How it felt when he touched yours? You said you jerked each other off, right? ”
Katt resisted the urge to wipe his sweaty brow. “Uh, yeah. But… But I don’t really remember how it… felt.” He’d thought that was true, but stuff was… coming back.
Marcus gazed at him, not believing a word he said. “But in the intro, you said when you thought about it, you admitted you liked it. How could you do that if you don’t remember how it felt?”
Katt felt weird engaging in conversation with a boy who was actively jerking off another boy, while multiple other guys watched with their dicks hanging out.
“I, uh…” Katt mumbled. “Maybe I remember it some.”
“Did you like it?” Mickey asked. “Jerking off your friend?”
Katt stared at him as the distant, distorted memories glitched through his mind.
He remembered not hesitating to grab his friend’s cock and stroke him off.
Katt recalled a vague thrill when Todd began to gasp and whimper just before he shot his load.
And when Todd jerked Katt’s dick… it had felt a lot different than getting himself off. A lot more… exciting?
A tremor rushed through Katt, and he shook the thought from his mind. I’m not gay. We were just kids.
“I don’t know.” Katt averted his eyes from Mickey’s stare. “Maybe… at the time. It felt taboo, and kids like to do taboo things. It feels… exciting.”
“Does it still feel taboo to you?” Derek asked. He casually stroked his dick, almost caressing the hard flesh. Katt’s focus shifted to his cock; he was at least eight inches… and growing.
Katt jerked his eyes up as a fresh flood of heat flushed his face. “I… maybe.”
“Do you want to touch one of us?” Marcus asked. “See if it still feels exciting?”
This was why he was supposed to be here. How could he say no?
When Katt hesitated, Garrett said, “Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Garrett had joined the others in the lineup, clearly comfortable exposing himself alongside his colleagues.
Katt took a moment to inspect his goods.
He was decently endowed, nothing to be ashamed of.
Katt quickly looked up at the man’s face.
“No, I, um…” He cleared his throat. “I won’t know unless I… unless I do it.”
Even as the words left his mouth, his feet rooted in place.
Marcus released Mickey’s shaft and stepped forward, taking hold of Katt’s hand. He drew him closer to the row of men. “Who do you want to touch first?” Marcus asked softly. His big blue eyes drank in Katt, and he wondered how many “straight” boys this young man had converted.
“I don’t… know.”
A small smile played across Marcus’s soft lips. “Do you want to touch me?”
Katt let out a shaky breath; he had to start somewhere. His throat went dry as he nodded. Marcus’s smile stretched, and he guided Katt’s hand to his erect member, wrapping Katt’s fist around the warm, hard flesh. The boy moaned as he gently squeezed Katt’s hand.
“Mmm…” Marcus whimpered and pushed his cock through Katt’s fist.
Katt’s pulse throbbed in his ears, and his hand took on a life of its own, exploring the thick, rigid length of the young man’s cock.
Marcus was impressively endowed, both in girth and length.
The smooth, taut skin was stretched thin over his erection, revealing a network of engorged, bluish veins that pulsed with each beat of his heart.
Katt could feel the heat radiating from the shaft, and as he squeezed, it throbbed in his grip.
A flush crawled up Katt’s neck and face, his scalp prickling with sweat.
Marcus stepped closer, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, pushing his cock through Katt’s clenched fist. The tip glistened with beads of clear fluid, dripping down to slick his hand, easing the slide of skin-on-skin.
Katt could feel every ridge and contour, the way the head flared out slightly, catching on his palm with each upward stroke.
“Does it… feel good?” Marcus moaned, panting softly. “It feels good… to me.”
Katt became aware of a vague throb in his crotch and realized he was getting hard. He abruptly released the boy and took a step back, his hand trembling as he could still feel the phantom throb of Marcus’ cock.
“Are you okay?” Marcus breathed, his cheeks slightly flushed. “You were doing so well. You have wonderful hands.”
Katt rubbed his mouth and nodded. “Yeah, I’m… fine.” His face felt like someone had set fire to it, and he wondered if it showed. A moment later, he got his answer.
“Looks like he’s catching the fever,” Royal smirked. “Just so you know, new boy, there is no cure once you’re infected.”
“You would make it sound like a disease,” Lucas drawled. “Of course, with you, it probably is.”
Royal chuckled. “I am infectious.”
The guys laughed. Lucas rolled his eyes. “You can say that again.”
Katt summoned his nerve and moved hesitantly to the next porn star in line. His name was Zachary, and his features were flawless, including his cock. Katt flexed his hands, shocked by how much he wanted to touch it.
“It’s okay.” Zachary flashed a perfect smile and took Katt’s hand, guiding it to his erect member. “It likes to be petted.” He held Katt’s gaze as he pressed his dick into his palm. “He’s quite… friendly.”
Katt swallowed, his throat constricting as he wrapped his fingers around the rigid shaft.
A rush of heat flooded his palm, the flesh beneath his grip throbbing with a steady, insistent pulse.
His breath hitched as he felt the silken skin glide over the steely length, taut and smooth beneath his tentative touch.
Emboldened, Katt began to stroke, his hand moving almost involuntarily, tracing the thick veins that snaked up the underside.
His breath came faster now, chest rising and falling with a rhythm that was no longer entirely his own.