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“Yes. We have lots of photos of us in frames at home on vacations or at special events and holidays. But nothing sketched, and we think it would be quite special and unique,” Nolan explained.

I nodded at his request. “I can definitely do that. Would you guys like it all in color or monochrome, or monochrome with a splash of color?” The color splash style had sort of become my thing. I had enjoyed doing the monochrome sketches best in the past because I felt like they told a great story on their own without any distractions. But the style that I was addicted to lately was monochrome and adding a little bit of color to accentuate something.

“Let’s go with the monochrome and you can choose to add a color or not,” Nolan said.

“I can definitely do that.”

As I began to sketch the outline of their faces, they started talking to one another about possibly getting a massage this evening. While I drew their bodies in the seated position on the couch, they went back and forth talking about the various spa treatments. From what it sounded like, Nolan was big into visiting the spa while Owen didn’t seem to care much for it. But I thought Owen went along with it for Nolan.

“I always get wood when they give me a massage,” Owen said. He kind of made it sound like he felt bad for getting hard from someone rubbing on him. I wouldn’t know because I’d never had a massage.

My eyes easily found their way between Owen’s parted legs to his crotch. I swallowed hard as I noticed how packed he looked in his swim trunks. Like, his dick was either really generously sized, or his trunks were too small. I glanced at the waistband of his swim trunks, and they didn’t look tight or as if they were digging into his skin. Which made me somewhat confident that Owen’s dick was big.

The casual dick hungry part of me, that I blamed Braxton for creating, was showing its head again. Braxton and I had messed around plenty during college, and it was easy to do because we were roommates. But in most of those encounters and experiments, I felt like the only way I could enjoy it was to get alcohol buzzed. I needed it to drown out my parents’ conservative words and views that had been repeated so much during my childhood and teenage years. But for some reason, I didn’t feel like I’d even need alcohol here to truly enjoy myself. It was an odd feeling, but one that wasn’t so strange that I wanted to keep it away.

I parted my lips to breathe through my mouth and wet my dry lips with my tongue. I stopped sketching while my tongue glided over my lips as I imagined for a moment what it would feel like to have Owen’s dick in my mouth. I looked up from Owen’s crotch and met his blue eyes. Fuck!

I swallowed past the dryness of my throat and forced myself to focus on the sketch. I tried to get his grin out of my mind and pay attention to the sketch. These people were paying me to sketch them, not to eye fuck them. I looked up again when I heard Nolan chuckle. When our eyes met, he smiled at me and reached over to pat Owen’s crotch. Heat burst up my neck and onto my face. I knew they’d be able to see how red and hot I was. Not to mention the fact that if they looked at my shorts, they’d probably be able to tell I was as hard as granite.

“It’s alright to look, Cash. Owen likes the attention.”

“What?” Owen asked, pretending to be offended by Nolan’s comment.

“Well, it’s true,” Nolan barked out another laugh. “And really, I love to see Owen play with a friend.”

Was that a suggestion for a future party? At a loss for words, I smiled and tried to continue with the sketch. I made sure I spent the necessary time to shade and draw creases on Owen’s swim trunks to accentuate his size. I’d also decided that I was going to use a green pencil to shade in the palm fronds that were sporadically placed on Owen’s swim trunks.

“Owen likes to play with new friends. Sometimes I watch,” Nolan said. “Do you only bottom or do you top too, Cash?”

I was sure there was a giant fireball where my head once was. I was burning with embarrassment and excitement.

“Um, I’ve done both,” I answered. Suddenly I was grateful for my few experiments and curiosities with Braxton.

“What is your preference?” Owen asked.

“I don’t have one.” Saliva and nerves collided in my mouth, and I ended up coughing. I quickly reached for the bottle of water in front of me on the coffee table. I quickly twisted off the cap, desperate for the cold liquid to coat my throat. I felt the need to clarify when Owen and Nolan laughed a little. “I mean, I’ve had limited experience, so right now I’m not sure what I prefer.” I was being totally honest. I really had no preference with Braxton, but I felt like I could try anything with this group of people. I realized how dick hungry that made me sound, but for some reason it didn’t even bother me. There was something safe and secure about fucking around with the people at these parties. The anonymity and fact that those who played at the Equinox parties were healthy and clean made it extremely appealing and comforting.

“I’m sure you’ll get lots of practice at the next party, if you’d like,” Nolan said.

Fuck me, I was practically salivating and prepping my mouth to suck on Owen’s monster cock. He sounded very confident, which seemed to make me harder, if that was even possible. I was about to go insane because my hard dick was straining for release from this jockstrap. The October party couldn’t come soon enough.

7

CASH

After dinner, many of the guest were mingling and socializing. The crowd was starting to disperse with many of them heading off in different directions with others. I saw Owen and Nolan talking with Maxx and Jay, and eventually the four of them went in the direction of one of the villas on the other side of the creek. I couldn’t help but notice that seeing the four of them going off together started to make me hard. I sipped on my rum and coke as I thought about what the four of them might end up doing. I figured Maxx and Owen would end up playing mostly because I already knew Nolan liked to watch. And from talking to Maxx earlier today, I didn’t think that his partner, Jay, was opposed to sharing either.

I handed my empty glass to one of the servers who was walking around collecting glasses and started to head in the direction of my room. I glanced around the lobby as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to spot Joel and Tristen. I did find them, but both of them were facing the other way talking to some guests, so I decided to call it a night. My body was screaming to get out of this jockstrap. I headed out of the lobby toward the hallway when I heard my name. Tristen? I stopped and turned to see Tristen walking briskly toward me. My heart started to beat a little faster, and suddenly my stomach felt like I’d just dove off the cliff and into the ocean.

“Hey, Cash, retiring for the night?” he asked as soon as he caught up to me.

“Yeah, it was a long day. But a great day,” I quickly added. “I have a couple sketches tomorrow and want to get a good night’s sleep.”

Tristen nodded. I was sure he understood. His eyes slowly moved down my body and then back to my eyes. His lips slowly curved upward, and I mirrored his smile.

“Do you still have the box that I sent your outfit in?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s on the dresser in my room.”