Page 11 of Milked

“So, how old did you turn again today?” I asked.

“Twenty-three.”

I nodded as he led me into his house and up the stairs. His bedroom door was already open, so we stepped inside.

His entire home, including his bedroom, was minimalist, with lots of white, modern furniture, yet it looked comfortable with plush blankets and pillows on his bed. The walls had several enlarged black-and-white photos of Finn modeling.

Because it was dark outside, the lights filled the room with a soft glow, making the simplicity of the room appear warm.

I stared at the photographs and sighed. Damn, he was stunning.

“Let’s find you a pair of swim trunks. I can’t see you enjoying wearing aSpeedo.”

I was buzzed enough not to care, but I followed Finn’s lead.

He dug around in his massive walk-in closet, opening a built-in drawer, and pulled out a pair of white swim trunks that were shorter than I would normally wear.

“These will look hot on you,” he said.

Finn set the shorts and his Speedo on his bed, then reached for my shirt and pulled it off my arms. I trembled again as his fingers touched my skin.

A small smile twitched on his mouth. Did he notice how I reacted to him? God, I hoped not.

“The sun did you some good, Ryder. I love the splash of color on your cheeks and nose. It also brought out some freckles. So cute.”

That was probably my idiotic blushing.

He stood so close to me I could smell him. His skin had hints of the sun on it, with a lingering cologne that carried woodsy scents. It was fresh and light.

“Every time I get to see how green your eyes are, it’s dark,” I blurted as my blushing nearly burned my face off.

Finn beamed at me. “Like my eyes, do you?”

I nodded.

“I like yours, too. They’re such an unusual hazel color with flecks of red. They’re stunning, really.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

Finn stood back a little as he removed his button-up, tossing it onto his bed, then he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them away.

My body swayed a little, and my heart rate picked up speed as I watched him get undressed. His lightly tanned skin was fully stripped of hair, looking smooth and soft. It took all my drunken power not to reach out and touch it.

Finn didn’t just have a light dusting of freckles on his face, but on his shoulders and arms, too. He had a lot of them, but they were pale.

As if he were alone in his room, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his white briefs and pulled them off.

Holy… Oh, god… Finn was naked.

My eyes instantly pinged at his cock, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the piercing through his slit…Jesus. I quickly glanced away before he caught me gawking. Out of the corner of my eye, he turned his back to me, so I looked at his body more freely. He had a bubbly ass, but it wasn’t big, and it was as flawless as the rest of his skin.

Then he bent over to pull on his Speedo and… Oh god… my lungs constricted, and the pounding in my heart threatened to burst from my chest. For a flash, I saw his puckered hole. It called to me, and I nearly reached out to touch it.

My cock pulsed a little, trying to stir to life, but I mentally beat it back. How humiliating. The blushing was bad enough. Before I got caught staring or getting a hard-on, I turned to face the bed and grabbed the swim trunks.

Once he had his pink swimsuit pulled all the way on, he tugged me over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall and turned me to face it.

“Get undressed and into the swim trunks. I’m so ready to cool down in the pool.”

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