Page 17 of Nugget

His cock was already so hard. There was no way that Gavin wouldn’t have noticed. Stryker didn’t know whether he should pull away or push toward Gavin so he didn’t do anything. He stood there as Gavin unbuttoned Stryker’s pants before he slowly lowered the zipper.

Gavin tugged the pants down Stryker’s legs and to his ankles.

He stepped out of his pants, leaving him in a pair of tight black briefs and his black T-shirt and mask.

Once again Gavin bent forward and sniffed Stryker. This time in the crease of his leg. So close that Gavin’s cheek brushed against his aching dick.

Stryker gasped. He had to fist his hands to keep from reaching for Gavin.

“You smell so good,” Gavin breathed out.

The words caused Stryker to shudder hard. “Please—”

“Remember the first time that you touched yourself for me?” Gavin whispered.

“Right after you and your friends took out the entire coven,” Stryker said. “It was on a Zoom call.”

“You were in that shitty old apartment at a desk in your mask, this mask, with your pants open,” Gavin added.

“I was so hard for you,” Stryker confessed. “You were so bossy.”

“And you were such a brat.” Gavin smiled again. “Just my type.” He tugged on Stryker’s briefs, revealing his hard cock.

“You must like brats,” Stryker teased.

“Maybe.” Gavin wrapped his hand around Stryker’s shaft. “Maybe I do.”

Stryker pushed his hips forward.

“That doesn’t mean that you’re in charge of this game.”

Stryker nodded. “Was I ever in charge?”

“No, boy. It was fun to let you think you were,” Gavin said.

“It is fun,” Stryker agreed.

“Don’t worry.” Gavin stroked him. “We’re not done yet.”

Stryker didn’t want to think about what would happen when Gavin was done with him. He was tired. Stryker was always on the run. Moving from place to place. Always alone. It hadn’t been an issue until he’d seen how close Gavin and his friends were.

“Attention on me,” Gavin ordered. His fingers tightened around the base of Stryker’s dick.

“You have all my attention,” Stryker promised.

“Take your shirt off,” Gavin told him.

“Mask?”

“No, you wanted it on,” Gavin replied. “Leave it on.”

Maybe Stryker didn’t want to leave it on any longer. Maybe just maybe he was ready to show himself to Gavin. He also wanted to be a good boy for the other man. He craved to hear those two words again.

Stryker carefully pulled his T-shirt up his torso then removed it. He allowed the garment to float to the forest floor.

Now they were both naked. Well, except for the mask. Stryker’s final barrier between him and Gavin.

“Such a good boy for me,” Gavin praised.

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