Page 48 of Ethan

I could see Carlos had various pieces of armour: helmets, chest plates, tunics, and swords. The idea of being half-dressed in ancient clothing excited me.

"But we'll start with some sexy bedroom photos." He pointed at a mess of white sheets on a mattress on the floor. "I liked the ones I took at your place. I'd like to recreate those."

Carlos wandered up behind me and traced his finger down my spine, then kissed me on the back of my neck. My cock hardened as I shivered.

"I've dreamed of fucking you again," he whispered directly in my ear.

"Oh … um." My heart pattered in my chest. "I'm seeing someone."

"So?"

I swallowed, my body on the brink of giving in. Carlos had made me feel so good. I bit my bottom lip, trying to slow down. "I don't feel comfortable fucking anyone else."

"He's important to you?"

I stepped away from Carlos. I turned to face him, aware that my hard cock was giving me away. I wanted him—badly. "He is. Is that going to be a problem?"

Carlos shook his head. "No. But I'll need you to jack off that gorgeous cock first. It'll look better in pictures if you're freshly spent. And keep biting on those lips. I want them swollen."

I jerked my head toward the back of the room. "In the bathroom?"

"Wherever you feel comfortable, but I'd love to get pictures of you doing it."

I laughed. "Not going to happen. I'm comfortable with my body and a few weeks ago, I would've been all over that … but things have changed."

"The guy."

"He's special."

"I can respect that. Use the bathroom. Don't make a mess."

I walked back into the pristine bathroom of chrome fixtures, glass, and grey marble walls. It honestly didn't take me long to cum. I used memories of my weekend with Daniel to get me there.

I rejoined Carlos, my cock soft.

"Okay, onto the bed. Recline. One hand behind your head."

I followed his direction, leaning back on the copious pile of pillows. I fixed my face in an expression I'd worn many times over the weekend. That I was ready to be fucked again.

"Perfect." Carlos snapped a quick succession of pictures. "Now, drape the sheet across your cock." He changed his angle and took more. "So sexy. Bite your bottom lip. Seduce me."

I bent one knee, placed my hand on my abs, and tipped my head back slightly.

"Jeezus, Ethan, that's hot."

More pictures. Carlos circled in front of me. "Uncover it again and cup it in your hand."

I moved the sheet aside, caressed my abs, and encased my cock in my palm, licking my lips.

"Yes … that's it. You're desperate to be fucked."

My cock recovered. "I'm getting hard again."

"Roll onto your stomach. Bend one knee. Draw it up. Look over your shoulder. Let me see the full roundness of that gorgeous ass like we might get a peek at your hole."

I rolled and posed.

"Excellent." The camera snapped again and again. Then stopped. Carlos stood still, looking at me. "Do you mind if I take pictures of you erect?"

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