by Zane Menzy
Probably wishing I’d flop my cock out so he could have another gobble on it.
Knowing he was in the driver’s seat was comforting. Had Keegan not been his best mate’s son then there was every chance Damon would use his regained authority and bend the little punk over, giving him a taste of his own twisted medicine.
So fucking tempting. But I can’t.
Still, Damon found the new dynamic a wonderful one. He would be able to talk to Keegan like nothing had ever happened, simultaneously enjoying the lad wanting him. That kind of power was what Damon lived for. The power of being wanted. It didn’t matter who wanted him as long as they did. It was strange to think Matt’s eighteen-year-old son was one of his admirers but provided nothing happened again—and no one found out about the cabin incident—then that was fine. He would milk the admiration for all it was worth.
It wasn’t going to be easy to get Keegan to agree to meet his father. Preaching the importance of family or how much his father could help him out with getting a job wasn’t going to work on Keegan. Such practical advice was wasted on someone so young. But what would work was dangling flirts as bait.
Ditching his shirt and throwing it on the boy’s lap was the first move. I wonder if he sniffed it while I was in the shower? Damon smiled at the thought. He was going to enjoy this. Keegan may have got one up on him in the cabin but not this trip. Damon was going to leave that boy with balls so blue they would look like two swollen smurfs. He would make sure Matt got to know his son while getting some harmless revenge on the boy who had reduced Damon to little more than a cum dump. You are gonna be so desperate for a piece of this you’ll follow me up in a fucking heartbeat. The trick was to keep it as close to a sexual line without crossing it. A line that Keegan would follow and one that Damon could walk like a trapeze artist.
A knock at the bedroom door snapped Damon back to reality. “Yes.”
Marie poked her head in the door. “Just me. I’m about to dish up dinner. Did you want some?”
Damon nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Okay. It’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“Are we eating outside?” Damon asked.
“I wasn’t planning on it but we can if you want.”
“Yeah. It’s still pretty warm out.” Damon smiled. “ It’ll give me a chance to work on my tan.”
Marie rolled her eyes. “Still vain as ever I see.” She laughed and closed the door.
Damon got to his feet and peeled the clean shirt off his body that he had put on after his shower. He flexed his biceps, admiring his own strength. It’s show time!
Chapter Eight — Boxing Day
Keegan wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, inspecting how he looked for his horny visit to go see Liam. He had just finished showering and put on new clothes he had gotten for Christmas. Dirty denim jeans from his mother and a stylish orange slim-fitting top from Damon. Normally he preferred to go buy his own clothes—not trusting anyone over thirty to have any fashion sense—but he had to give it to his mum and Damon, they had both done well and picked out some decent threads. He dabbed a splash of cologne on his neck to give him an extra sexy scent. He wanted to look and smell his best for Liam and anyone who might be watching.
“Looking good,” Keegan said to himself, winking at the mirror. He felt like a tosser saying such ego-stroking out loud but fuck it—he did look good. With the past two days being an abundance of the festive season and being surrounded by family it was going to be nice to get out of the house and enjoy some time with his mate. Especially the type of fun Liam had planned.
Actually… what does he have planned?
It probably didn’t matter what it was just as long as Keegan would be getting a free perve at his best mate’s body. He may finally be able to see what Liam’s cock looked like fully erect. Maybe—just maybe—even get to touch it. The thought was enough to make Keegan lick his lips. The past two days had been hideous in how horny he had been, waiting for this moment. Matters were not helped by Damon who had sauntered about half-naked his entire visit, sending Keegan’s loins into fiery overdrive. If Damon wasn’t lounging seductively in just his briefs on the couch, then he would be outside on the deck working on his tan. He had even asked Keegan to put sunblock on his back for him, moaning lightly as Keegan blended the gooey cold liquid into his skin.
Christmas morning was the most challenging. Keegan, his mum and Damon all got up early to swap presents before spending the day at his grandparent’s farm. Sitting on the floor, Keegan dished the presents out between them and while his mum was busy gushing over a bracelet Damon had gotten her, he let his eyes wander to Damon sat on the sofa, his legs spread wide enough for Keegan to peek up the leg hole of his shorts. To Keegan’s shock—and delight—he spotted Damon’s hairy sac dangling. The bastard had woken up and decided to celebrate Christmas by going commando.
For the rest of the day, Keegan found himself trying to get in line with Damon’s open legs any chance he could get. That meant for the entire afternoon at his grandparents, Keegan had swum in the pool. Not because he loved swimming but from the water he was able to get sneaky peeks at the man’s big sexy balls. Damon had shifted his deck chair right beside the pool’s edge, his legs conveniently open whenever Keegan floated in line with them. It was almost like he wanted Keegan to see, daring him to look. Keegan got so fucking horny that he had started to rub himself under the water and without meaning to, he spoofed inside his togs. His face burned bright and his stomach knotted before rushing inside to dry off. For the remainder of the day he hoped like hell no one spotted any milky cum floating in the water.
Keegan gave himself one last look in the mirror. Today wasn’t about Damon. It was about Liam. He chased away the shameful memory of jizzing in his grandparents’ pool and made his way to the lounge where—sure enough—Damon was sprawled out in just his underwear again.
Keegan had been relieved to see his mum was out and wasn’t going to grill him about his overly snazzy appearance. However, Damon noticed.
“Look at you,” Damon said, propping his head up. “Somebody has a hot date by the looks.”
“No,” Keegan returned. “I’m just off to visit Liam.”
“Liam, aye.” Damon grinned. “So that who gets to see you looking like a movie star.”
“We might be going to town,” Keegan said, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for being so dressed up.
“Okay.” Damon nodded. “You look really good in that top. I knew it would suit you.”
Keegan smiled. “Thank you. You have good taste.”
“I like to think so.” Damon suddenly bucked his hips up, shamelessly groping at his bulge. “Its bloody hot today isn’t it.”
“Yeah.” Keegan looked over, spotting the outline of Damon’s dick, which was now fully noticeable from the readjustment. When Damon caught him looking, Keegan quickly sputtered, “Where’s Mum?”
“She has gone to town to have lunch with your grandmother,” Damon answered.
Keegan already knew this. He nodded. “Okay. I’ll catch ya later.”
“Hey, K dog,” Damon called out before Keegan could leave.
“Yeah?”
“Have you had a think about coming up to see your dad?”
“Umm, not really. I’m still thinking about it.”
“Oh k. Well let me know if you decide to come back with me, aye.” Damon fidgeted with his bulge again. “Be good to have some company for the ride back.”
“Will do,” Keegan said. He scuttled away before he gave in to the voice in his head begging him to go jump atop of Damon. He wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined, but he swore he could hear Damon chuckling as he made his way out the front door.
∞
When Keegan pulled up outside Liam’s house, he sat quietly in the car for a moment, gathering his confidence to walk inside and act like the whole thing wasn’t a huge deal. After a few deep breaths to compose himself, Keegan opened his car door to make his way inside.
Immediately the summer heat swallowed him whole like a wet blanket. The muggy weather was a pain how it made you start sweating the moment you left the coolness of air-conditioning or shade. He found the front door to Liam’s house open so he made his way down the hall towards Liam’s bedroom where he found his mate sat at his computer, typing away.
“Hey,” Keegan greeted.
“Hey, man. Come in,” Liam said without taking his eyes off the computer screen. “I am just sending out an email to my followers that I’ll be posting a video shortly.”
Keegan went and sat on the bed, waiting for Liam to finish typing. He took the opportunity to perve at his best mate while his back was turned. It became apparent that Keegan was overdressed. Liam was barefoot, wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt—looking about as casual as he could. Keegan tugged at the neck of his shirt feeling like a dick for going overboard.
Liam swung ‘round in his chair. “All done.” He looked over at Keegan and honed his eyes like he was dissecting his appearance. “You certainly dressed up for the occasion.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know what to wear. I’ve not exactly done this sort of thing before.”
“That’s okay. As long as they like what’s underneath then we’re all good,” Liam sniggered.
“What do you mean,” Keegan said, the hairs on his neck prickling.
“Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to get fully naked,” Liam said. “Unless you want to.”
“Unless I want to?”
“I’m joking, Keegan.” Liam stood up and lifted his shirt to wipe his face, exposing his toned stomach and the strip of hair below his belly button. That strip of hair Keegan had grown to love, he admired it as much as he envied it for the direction it headed. Liam dropped his shirt back down and locked his eyes on Keegan. To Keegan’s relief Liam didn’t seem to notice the sexual intent behind his stare and went and sat beside him on the bed like nothing was out of the ordinary. “So, what I was thinking was like just give you a massage or something. Start off with a bit of an introduction before I get you to lay down on the bed.”
“Oh,” Keegan said, thinking how dull that sounded. “Is that all?”
Liam laughed. “What did you think we were going to do? Fuck each other or something?”
“No,” Keegan snapped. “I just didn’t realise you would have people pay to watch you give someone a shoulder rub.”
“It will be a little bit more than a shoulder rub.” Liam smiled. “I was thinking more like you laying down in just your underwear and I’ll start at your legs and work my way up.”
Keegan felt movement in his pants. The idea of Liam’s hands exploring his body was mind numbing. He cleared his throat. “Okay. I can handle that.” Keegan suddenly wished he had jacked off in the shower to get rid of any potential erection giving his secret feelings away.
“Of course you can. It’s just a massage and it’s only me doing it.”
Only you. If only Liam knew the truth of what he meant to Keegan.
When Keegan didn’t respond, Liam added, “You are cool with this, right?”
Keegan nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah. I’m all good with it.” He patted his hands on his knees. “Like you say, this could be a good way to make some extra money.”
Liam searched Keegan’s eyes, scanning for truth. “You sure? Because you sound a little jumpy. I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to do?”
“I’m not jumpy.”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Really?”
“Okay, maybe I am a little jumpy but its only ‘cos I haven’t made a porno video before.”
“This isn’t a porn video.” Liam laughed.
“I know.” Keegan calmed his posture. “Liam. I’m fine. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t want to.”
“Sweet. I’ll go turn the camera on then,” Liam stood up, catching Keegan by surprise at how quick they were getting into it. He walked over to his computer, switched the web cam on and went and sat back down beside Keegan. Liam looked straight at the screen and started talking, “Hey everyone. Kurt here. I know some of you guys have been following me for a while now and been big fans of my videos and I’ve had emails from some of you that you’d like to see something a little different. So today I have my best mate Regan with me to help make a sexy little video for you.”
Regan! How fucking original, Keegan thought. He waved nervously at the camera, blinking profusely without a clue what to say or do.
Liam tapped him on the shoulder. “Say Hi, Regan.”
“Uh, hi everyone.”
“I’ve known Regan for years. He’s the one I was telling you all about. The one about to join the army and who I had the three-way with the night we met the backpacker from Brazil.”
For fuck sake! Keegan had to use all his strength not to cringe at the bullshit coming out of Liam’s mouth. He was taken aback by how calm Liam was at spouting off utter lies. The guy was so convincing he should work in sales. Once Liam was finished with his introduction, he stood up, motioning for Keegan to get to his feet as well. While continually looking back at the camera, Liam rested a hand on Keegan’s shoulder, rubbing soothingly through the material.
“He’s not as muscly as me but I can vouch that he is a tough nut.” Liam squinted sideways at him. He stepped behind Keegan and pressed his body into Keegan’s back as his hands snuck around rubbing Keegan’s chest for the camera. “I bet you’re all wondering what my mate looks like with his top off.”
Keegan felt his skin twinge and his flesh crawl into goose bumps. Liam was touching him in a way he had only imagined. It may have been all for show and come across corny as hell to anybody watching but it felt fucking fantastic. Keegan focused on the tingles in his tummy of how wonderful Liam’s hands felt while trying to keep any erection at bay. It was a tightrope of epic proportions.
“I guess it’s time I show you what he looks like with his shirt off,” Liam said in a gravelly voice, purposely sexy for his fans. He rested his head on Keegan’s shoulder and looked over as he began using his fingers to unpop the buttons on Keegan’s shirt. Liam whispered in Keegan’s ear, “Ya ready, buddy?”
Fuck his voice sounded hot. It flowed like tiny orgasms walking straight into Keegan’s eardrums. Keegan looked down at his body like it wasn’t his own, watching as his flat stomach and smooth chest became more visible with each button being undone. When Liam unhooked the last button he pulled the shirt back, removing it from Keegan’s body and dropped it to the floor. Keegan stood there shirtless, quivering. Liam proceeded to tell the camera about what he was seeing and touching. “My mate has got a good body don’t you think?” Liam ran a hand over Keegan’s bare chest. “See how nice his tan is. Regan has the nicest smooth skin.” Liam then circled a finger around one of Keegan’s nipples before giving it a light pinch. “He’s also got nice nipples don’t you think? Not too big, not too small.” Liam chuckled in the flirtiest way he could. Keegan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to believe that Liam thought these things for real but he knew that his mate was playing up for the camera. Without warning Liam licked his neck and inhaled loudly. “And you wouldn’t believe how fucking nice he smells. I think he put on special cologne just for me today.”
Keegan’s tummy somersaulted.
“Between you and me, one of my favourite parts of Regan is his stomach.” Liam placed his hand to the faint outline of abs that Keegan had. He tapped his fingers atop of his belly button. “Nice and firm. I kinda wanna kiss his stomach.”
Please do!
“He’s also got pretty nice legs for a dude so I should probably show you.” Liam’s hands lowered and began fiddling with the button on Keegan’s jeans.
Keegan took a deep breath that he held in for what felt like an eternity, only letting it out when Liam had unzipped his fly. He felt Liam tug at the side of his pants and crouch down as he lowered Keegan’s pants to the floor.
Keegan shuddered when he felt Liam’s lips kiss the back of his thigh. Lia
m grabbed his ankle and slowly slid his hand up the inside of Keegan’s leg.
Oh my god. Is he going to touch my balls?
His heart thundered in his chest. Keegan was torn between ecstasy and fright as Liam rested his grip firm in his inner thigh.
Think of dead puppies. Think of dead puppies.
Keegan closed his eyes and conjured up any gross image he could so his dick would stay in a flaccid state. With his eyes closed his ears pricked up at the sound of Liam getting back to his feet. He felt Liam press his crotch into his buttocks, almost grinding into him as his hands returned to Keegan’s stomach.
It’s like he wants to fuck me.
Keegan lost focus on the dead puppies the more Liam pressed his crotch into his behind, imagining what it would feel like skin to skin.
Liam chuckled over his shoulder. “Regan put on his best underwear by the looks too.” He tugged at the elastic band of Keegan’s underwear letting go of it so it made a loud snapping noise. “Yep. Definitely sexy underwear.”
You’re too bloody good at this Liam!
Keegan still had his eyes shut. He bit down on his lip so hard he thought it might bleed. It was all he could do to try and block out the wishful thoughts in his head that this was real. This was all so very fucking real.
“You know, if I was ever to go gay for someone, I think it would have to be with Regan.” Liam’s hand was resting dangerously close to Keegan’s privates now as his fingers circled seductively just above the rim of his briefs. “Yeah. I think if I was to ever stick my dick in a guy’s arse then it would definitely be my best mate here.” He grabbed hold of Keegan’s rump and squeezed.
Keegan winced. Please don’t say that. Do not fucking say that! Keegan felt himself losing the battle to keep his calm. His dick twitched and he knew he couldn’t fight off his need to express his pleasure much longer. Just fucking hurry up and tell me to lay down for the massage so they don’t see me get a stiffy!