Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2024 23:21:30 +0000
From: d.praved.mann <d.praved.mann@proton.me>
Subject: The Island of Eros - Ch. 1

THE ISLAND OF EROS - Chapter 1
An oasis of boy-love
by d.praved.mann@proton.me

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CHAPTER 1 -- JAYDEN • AN INTRODUCTION


Call me a voyeur, but one of my biggest turn-ons is watching big,
strapping, hugely-muscled, insanely ripped bodybuilders. With little
boys. I know, it's slightly perverted, but it's what turns me on.

I think some of the turn-on for me is the experience of living vicariously
through the little boy--seeing his eyes bug out when he meets the muscle
man, watching him get all excited over all that muscle. And yes, I do
experience exquisite muscle-worship sessions with those muscle studs, but
it's something entirely different to watch it happen with a kid in my
place. And not simply grade-school age boys. Some of the most erotic
sessions I've orchestrated have been with a pubescent kid who just can't
help himself.

Some of the hottest times are when the kid is obviously turned on by
guys--muscle guys in particular--but is so far against the back wall of the
closet that he becomes almost paralyzed with fear. And then his hormones
eventually override the fear, and he goes all in for the
bodybuilder. That's the hottest shit right there.

And the bodybuilder has to be exquisite too. No fat. I purposely have my PA
(Physique Assistant), Robert, screen all of my men. No one with a body fat
percentage over seven... and five or lower is preferred. No one under six
feet tall. No one who weighs less than 220. There are other requirements
too, but I shan't bore you. Basically, the guy has to be over-the-top
gorgeous, very friendly and confident, and an exhibitionist of sorts. He
has to like kids (of course); he obviously has to want to have sex with
little boys.... You get the idea.

Robert and his staff, travel all over the world, researching the most
muscular and jacked young studs they can fine, interviewing them... testing
them... examining every square inch of their perfect physiques... having
sex with them, auditioning them in actual scenarios with various
youngers.... Only after a man makes it through this rigorous process, is he
flown to my island to be presented to me--and a boy. And the visit usually
(always?) involves more than one boy. Sometimes more than one muscle man.

Oh, and when I say "perfect physiques," as I did above, I mean a man with
such striking, exacting-proportions, such size and brute strength,
over-developed arms, chest, shoulders and legs... and a tiny
waist... insanely-defined abs... basically the man has to be the perfect
combination of Hercules and Adonis. Enormous muscles--but not so overblown
that he is not stunningly handsome. No roid guts. No fat. No deficiencies
of any kind.

You are right if you think this must be an almost impossible task--to find
these men, while weeding out the mere mortals, so to speak. And it is. But
Robert has a large staff, and I send them to the four corners of the earth
to search for my men.

A question that occasionally pops up is, how do I convince the men I want,
to come and molest little boys? "Surely even if you do find a `perfect'
man, most men would never want a piece of this kind of action."

You'd be surprised. Ah the power of the mighty dollar. That carrot almost
always does the trick, but there is the stick, as well. Most people have
family... friends.... You understand? Most people don't want their
relatives and friends hurt, you know? Also, it's far too easy to get the
man a tad inebriated (whether willingly or by nefarious means) and then get
a camera clicking away. Hidden photography can be an immensely powerful
motivator.

Still, hardly any of my muscle gods need the stick. Once they are convinced
that my organization is legit, and I am real, and that they are being
offered basically limitless sex with worshiping little boys and teenagers,
they don't need a lot of persuading. When a man is infused with as much
testosterone as these prime specimens are, they're usually only too willing
to take advantage of the opportunity to show off to the youngsters,
especially when they realize they'll have the chance to stick their big,
hard cocks up the ass of these gorgeous little boys--all in the privacy,
security, and safety of my sprawling, very private island estate. I've seen
too many muscle gods fill boy's asses with their seed--to overflowing, and
then practically beg to be able to do it again. It can be addicting for
them--and it is definitely so for myself.

So there you have a little background about me, and about what I like. I've
been blessed with a respectable physique myself, and I daily take advantage
of the opportunity to work out with my "guests."

I was also blessed to have filthy-rich parents who, upon their unfortunate
deaths three years ago (they passed way too young), left me with more money
than God.

Regarding the boys, Sometimes I let them know what's happening--or at least
some of what I have planned--and sometimes I do not. We get them here under
the guise of some concocted story or another. Depends on the boy's
situation. Maybe we find a friend who convinces the parents to let them
come to his "island retreat" to help build their confidence. Confidence is
almost always an ingredient we sell to the parents, because the boys we are
looking for are almost always struggling with self image issues, etc. (And
believe me, we research the boys as vigorously as the muscle men--looking
for kids who are closeted muscle worshippers, and the like; it's
complicated, but Robert has devised a highly effective and accurate matrix
to find those boys who are secretly closeted, and have a specific bent
toward muscle).

So, we get the parents to sign away their boy for a few weeks, again, as I
mentioned, often under the idea that a trip to our "Resort Camp" will have
them out of those geeky glasses, totally cured of their pimples, and
swaggering down the street with girls from the high school cheerleading
squad fighting for a place in line. You wouldn't believe how gullible some
parents are, especially when we offer exactly what they want for their
sons. And amazingly, even parents of kids as young as nine years old are
willing to farm them out. The younger ones like that are often "loaned" to
us while we provide Mom & Dad with a complimentary resort-vacation
get-away. Most of our marketing is by word-of-mouth. It's best that
way. Easier to vet potential customers that way.

Last night, Robert flew in, landing on the island just after dinnertime,
with my latest muscle guest: Jayden. He's from Florida. And Robert assures
me that this young muscle god will exceed all expectations. Robert hasn't
let me down yet.



I WAS HAVING BREAKFAST out on the lavish terrace of my private Eros
tropical resort island. On my right was Alex, a small 13-year-old boy who
was as nervous as hell. He'd been here for a few days, and we'd been
carefully executing our plan--tailor-made for him.

We'd done our due-diligence in finding Alex. As soon as we were able to get
him alone in a room with no one else, our hidden cameras recorded him
pawing through the bodybuilder magazines we'd left on the table... as well
as the numerous muscle man videos (no actual porn, mind you). And soon Alex
had his little cock out, spraying the place with his jizz. A perfect
candidate.

Alex had been lured here--or rather we'd convinced his parents to let him
come--under the guise of self-improvement while his parents were treated to
a few weeks on another one of my private tropical islands. He'd started
tennis lessons with our pro, was doing some swimming tutoring as well, and
was looking forward to going up in one of our planes to see if becoming a
pilot might be of interest. All of the staff at Eros are professionals in
their field. We spare no expense. They are required to be quite handsome,
yet not overly-muscled. We save the muscle displays for the god to do.

With Alex, we were using one of my favorite agendas. He was here ostensibly
taking advantage of all these programs (flying, swimming, etc.), but had no
idea that he was about to be introduced to a man who had been specifically
assigned to him--because of what we knew Alex desired. Through our
psychological and social tests, we had determined that Alex had a
hopelessly cloistered penchant for huge, strong, friendly, gorgeous,
overly-muscular (the perfect proportions, remember) Black muscle men.

Enter Jayden.

Well, he hadn't entered yet. But he'd be down from his suite any
minute. And I couldn't wait to see the interaction between him and Alex--a
boy desperately wanting to be a man... a boy desperately wanting to be
noticed by a man--a big, strong man. A big, strong, Black, muscle god.

"So Alex," I prompted as I sipped on my mimosa and he enjoyed his
breakfast, "how do you like Eros so far?"

"It's cool," he said. He wasn't much of a conversationalist--not many
13-year-olds are. Nor was he inclined to make an effort at direct eye
contact.

"That's great," I smiled. "Have you been flying in the plane yet?"

"Nah. That's tomorrow," he said taking another bite.

"I see. Well I'm sure you're going to enjoy that." I paused and took a bite
of my food. I put my utensils down and "napkined" my lips, then turned to
him and said, "I asked you to have breakfast with me this morning because I
want to introduce you to someone. We've assigned you a companion.... Think
of him as part counselor--you can ask him anything, or tell him anything
and he'll keep it totally confidential--part coach, and most of all, a
complete friend. I know you're going to like him."

Alex looked at me as if he definitely didn't believe that last sentence. An
anticipated response. No kid like him wants to have some adult "counselor"
assigned to him--to follow him around and pester him day and night.

Yet I had a feeling that Alex would change his mind very quickly--once he
saw Jayden.

"So like, what am I supposed to do with him?" Alex asked, his tone more
sulking than curious.

"Oh, it's totally up to you, Alex. Don't you worry. If you want
Jayden--that's his name--to completely leave you alone, he is instructed to
do what you want. But I'm pretty sure you're really gonna like him. He
loves sports, and he loves kids." (especially 13-year-old boys like you...)
"So anything you do--or don't do--with him will be up to you, okay?"

That seemed to relax him.

We ate for a few more minutes before my butler, Jeeves, emerged from the
estate house and approached our table. "Mr. Johnson, sir. He's ready."

"Ah, thank you, Jeeves." I turned to Alex and asked, "Are you ready to meet
him?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders. "I guess." Still, almost no eye contact.

I looked to Jeeves and nodded. He turned and disappeared into the mansion.

A moment later he reemerged, escorting... escorting... oh, my, fucking,
god. The man beside him was... fuck! I had not met Jayden in person, but
had been briefed on his stats, and they were indeed amazing, even for one
of my muscle men. But the actual experience of witnessing a
white-bathrobe-clad man who was six-feet-four and 278 pounds of fat-free,
model-gorgeous muscle... I realized I was holding my breath. And that's
saying a lot, considering... well, you know... the kind of man I am used to
seeing here at Eros.

The plush, bright-white robe must have required all the fabric in our
stores. The man was immense! Yet even from this distance, it was obvious
that the enormous muscle man was jacked and ripped to shreds. His ebony
skin wrapped tightly around his square jaw; his thick neck was insane. His
wide shoulders, thick chest, and gargantuan arms filled out the robe with
mind-numbing amounts of bulging muscle. Add to that, the fact that the
robe's belt at his waist was pulled taut around a waist that, according to
his stat sheet, was a mere 31 inches! That seemed impossible, yes, but
credit where credit was due: Robert was a miracle worker. He earned every
penny of the generous salary I paid him. With this guy, I might want to
give him a bonus. Holy fuck!

When Jeeves and Jayden got to the table, I stood. Alex did not. I couldn't
blame him; one quick glance at his jaw-dropped, bug-eyed face said
everything. Still, we apparently had more work to do on those manners.

"Sir," Jeeves said, being dwarfed by the god, "may I present Jayden."

I reached out and shook Jayden's hand. God DAMN the man was gorgeous. I
mean, set aside all of that lean, strapping muscle, and you STILL had a man
who should have been on some magazine cover.

I was hard instantly.

I turned to Alex. "Alex, Jayden is going to be your companion and coach."

To Jayden I said, "Jayden, this is Alex."

The Black muscle phenom extended his hand and smiled. "Hey Alex, glad to
meet you." His voice was resonant. He spoke with confidence and an air of
being educated.

The two of them shook hands. Alex barely made eye contact with him--maybe a
tenth of a second I suppose--and said a quick "Hi," before looking down at
his feet.

"Thank you, Jeeves," I said, and the butler left. "Jayden, we were just
having breakfast. Please join us." He sat, next to Alex, across from me. I
gazed at the man. His robe was open enough to show that underneath he was
shirtless (as I had prescribed), and what was visible of that chest made me
want to weep. Two massive globes of pectoral perfection were separated by
the visible, insanely-striated, deep cleavage. I almost ordered the man to
lose the robe right then and there! But no. I was looking forward to seeing
Alex squirm a bit while he sat next to this Hercules. Fucking fuck. I was
so hard it hurt.

Seeing Alex's little 13-year-old body in the chair next to Jayden's
overwhelming physique was an ENORMOUS turn-on to me. I could feel the heat
radiating from Jayden's muscles, even as I sat across from him. I had to
believe that Alex couldn't help but feel it too.

One of my manservants emerged, wearing his white livery. To Jayden he said,
"Sir, may I get you something to eat? Or drink?"

"Oh, thank you. Maybe just some orange juice? I woke early to work out;
then I had a big breakfast in my room."

"How about a mimosa then?" he asked.

"Yes, that would be great," he smiled. "Some water too?"

"Of course, sir." He turned and left, and I could see that he was quite
attracted to the god.

I looked to Alex. He was sweating bullets now.

Jayden turned to him and asked, "So Alex, how long have you been on the
island?" Damn, I was pleased. The man was good--friendly and outgoing. This
was going to work well.

"A couple of weeks," No-eye-contact Alex said. He had one hand in his lap
and was pushing food around his plate with a fork in the other.

Jayden turned to me. "This is an amazing place you have, Mr. Johnson. Thank
you for having me."

I smiled. "It's my pleasure. I really enjoy having guests."

Then Alex surprised me by piping up: "Yes, thank you."

"You're both very welcome. Please let me know if there's anything you
need. Anything at all."

"Well, as I mentioned, I already checked out your weight
facilities. Outstanding," he smiled.

The manservant returned with Jayden's drinks, then left. Jayden leaned back
into his chair and looked out over the ocean down below. "Just stunning,"
he said softly.

As are you, I thought.

We conversed for a while longer, occasionally pulling some words out of the
boy. It was obvious he was intimidated to hell over the Black god sitting
next to him. But I gotta give Jayden credit... he was able to get the boy
to engage a few times.

I glanced over at the large, crystal-blue pool next to the terrace. There
was a small waterfall at the far end that poured into the pool. "So, how
about we move over to the pool."

"Oh, yes," Jayden smiled. "I love the water."

"Splendid," I said. "Do you like to swim Alex?"

"Yeah. It's fun."

I chuckled to myself. I had a feeling it was about to get a LOT more fun
for the kid. Still, he was more than nervous. Then I noticed that he was
trying to hide that he was adjusting himself... down there. (I know what
you mean, kid. The muscle man does the same thing to me.) This was a good
sign.

"Feel free to bring your drinks over to the pool. Your choice of chaise
lounges, Jayden. You too, Alex."

Jayden stood and it felt like the Earth had to readjust its rotation due to
his action. He smiled down at Alex and said, "Come on, buddy. Let's go have
some fun. Or we can just hang. Maybe later, if you want we can play in the
water, huh?"

Alex stood up and grabbed his plate, as if to help clear the table. He
looked up at his giant companion. "Really? Okay."

"Oh, go ahead and leave those," I corrected the boy. "The staff will clean
up." That was nice of him. I guess he did have some manners. He was so
nervous in Jayden's presence that he wasn't thinking straight. He wanted to
do the dishes.

He put his plate back and nervously looked back up at Jayden. The big guy
ruffled Alex's hair. "Come on, bud. Let's go find a place to lie down."

Alex followed the enormous man to the pool. I went as well. The boy had
been told to wear a swimming suit, and he had that on under his robe. I did
as well.

I discarded my robe and lay back on a chair. Alex did too. Jayden, knowing
that this was his moment, waited to disrobe, looking around at the
beautiful pool, sculptures, and fountain/waterfall.

"So nice," he commented. When he saw that the boy and I were settled, he
moved next to his lounger, which was the middle of the three we had
claimed. Standing at the foot of his chaise, he started to undress. He did
it nonchalantly, not making a big deal of it... when of course it was an
enormous deal. But he played it down.

I held my breath in anticipation. I glanced at Alex off and on. He was
watching without watching. Kids have a way to do that. But as time passed,
and Jayden stripped, Alex was totally unable to make like he was all
casual. Jayden was about to fry his brain with powerful, rippling,
undulating, enormous muscles.

He untied his belt. He opened his robe slowly, but without fanfare. As if
he really didn't realize that he was about to nearly send two males into
involuntary orgasms, merely by displaying himself, casually, to us. When
the robe opened, I gasped audibly. Sorry, but I just couldn't help
it. Under the robe, Jayden wore a cock-and-ball-hugging white, skimpy,
nylon-looking thong that was obviously custom-made to encase his genitals
in revealing tightness. There was basically no space--anywhere--between the
tightly-hugging fabric and his organ. And fucking fuck that organ
was... like the rest of him... immense!

He pulled the robe open farther, struggling to get the damn sleeves down
off his tree-trunk upper arms. Then he had to twist, in order to get his
shoulders out. Finally, to an angelic chorus of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus
(or so it seemed), Jayden casually tossed his robe on his lounge chair. He
surveyed the pool area again, and then the cove below the estate... as
if... as if he was a mere mortal just relaxing and getting ready for a dip
in the pool.

A mere mortal he decidedly was not.

Oh god of the heavens. I mean... I've already told you I was used to seeing
the finest specimens on earth--men who would make you cry because of their
gorgeousness and their insane builds. So for me, seeing this man--this
being from the planet of Muscle--it was unbelievable. Just fucking
unbelievable how perfect--how exquisitely proportioned, how fucking
enormous his muscles were, yet so dizzyingly LEAN too! His vascular
conditioning was almost painful to witness.

I'm glad I was already lying down--but even my reclined position couldn't
hide the boner in my trunks.

Not a trace of fat could be seen anywhere on his body. He was shredded to
the bone. There were distended veins everywhere, criss-crossing his quads
and calves... his arms--upper, as well as forearms... his stupendous
chest... everywhere. With even the slightest movement, you could see the
muscle fibers at work, dancing under his skin. His skin was so thin that it
was possible to see the texture of his muscle fibers. His conditioning was
obscene. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was starting to see
stars. I hadn't taken a breath during this little show.

What was so damn amazing (well, one of the many things) was how small his
waist was, and the size of that package below it.

I had always considered myself very lucky to have such a small, ripped
waist. I worked hard for my six-pack abs and knew that I was genetically
blessed to have had only a 31-inch waist and still be over 6-feet tall. Of
course, I had a huge attraction to really built guys with extremely small,
muscular waists. Sensing a stirring in my shorts, I looked down and saw
that my cock was stiffening even more--making an obvious tent in my swim
suit. Although I am sure that Jayden saw my reaction to his muscular body,
he didn't say anything to me.

The man's six-pack was actually an eight-pack with his abdominal muscles
forming deep ridges in his stomach. His abs were so defined and cut that it
looked like you could stick your finger all the way in to your first
knuckle in each of the muscled rows. I'm serious.

Although he was completely hairless everywhere else, I could see just a few
tufts of curly black hair reaching over the waist of his white thong. His
dick looked like it was ten inches soft and about as thick as a beer
can. Jayden was just smiling away as he watched me get erect merely by
looking at his unbelievable body. He glanced at Alex, who was also
seemingly "offline," just by being exposed to all this muscle.

I couldn't believe how big the man's chest was. His pecs defied gravity as
they billowed out insanely above his abs and created a huge overhang.

His nipples were half-dollar sized and actually were pointing towards the
ground because his chest was so thick. His arms were unbelievably huge and
laced with veins that wrapped themselves around his biceps and triceps.

"Shit," I heard coming from Alex's chair. It was soft... I don't even know
if Jayden heard it. But I certainly did. "Holy fuck...." he added under his
breath.

(Tell me about it, dude.) I decided to add my voice to Alex's. "Holy fuck,
Jayden," I said out loud. "I can't remember ever seeing a man like
you. Just wow!"

He looked at me like I'd startled him. As if he didn't get these kinds of
reactions probably every day of his life. "Oh, thank you," he smiled at me.

"God DAMN," I said. "I'm... speechless."

"How... how do you do that... look like that?" Alex added. Apparently
seeing all of that almost naked muscle had a way of making the kid talk.

"Aw, thanks, bud. You like?" Then he slowly lifted one biceps, and I gotta
tell you... I was ready to SPIT.

"Ho. Lee. SHIT." I stared at Jayden. According to his stat sheet (that,
admittedly, I'd memorized... it was hard to believe some of the
measurements on that document), his guns were 23 inches, cold. Cold! And
now that I was looking at this Matterhorn thing rise and rise and rise into
the seeming stratosphere, I believed 23 might be a bit shy of the
truth. His biceps muscle had two distinct heads--separated by a striated
line that delineated them. It was. Fucking. In. SANE. He cocked his hips to
one side, just slightly, giving an asymmetrical look, while he then lifted
his other arm and placed it behind his head.

I am not proud to admit this. I mean, I'm exposed to muscle gods all the
time. But--and don't tell, K?--I came. I fucking started to fill my
swimming trunks with my jizz. Fuck. I wanted to throw Alex over the cliff
and just pull Jayden up to my room. Right then and there.

Yes, I'd have Jayden alone in my room pretty-much all I wanted, so that
wasn't really the issue. But while I jerked out glob after glob of semen
into my suit, I really just wanted to have the man. And I mean HAVE the
man.

Still, almost more than having Jayden to myself (which, yes, was definitely
going to happen), I really wanted to watch him interact with Alex. Which
reminded me to look over at the kid.

He was frozen. He couldn't take his eyes off the man. Obviously, he was no
longer averting his gaze in order to protect his shyness; Jayden had
totally taken command of the boy's brain--and eyes, for sure--and
consequently Alex was entirely fixated. His hands were at his sides next to
him as he lay back on his lounger. And he wasn't moving. He WAS staring.

It was then that Jayden seemed to notice the mess I'd made. A big, dark,
wet spot had appeared on my crotch. I turned red, indicating that he had
indeed caused me to cum just by taking off his robe and displaying his
muscles for me. Was he used to having this effect on men? I suspected I
wasn't the first man he'd pushed over the edge just by showing his body.

Jayden smiled politely, so as to not embarrass me I guess, then took the
opportunity to hit a few more poses for the two of us. Not a complete
posing routine, mind you, but he treated us to a display of his muscles
that made me want to come again. (But at 36 years old, I needed a few
minutes, okay?)

The man posed like he'd invented the art. He was slow, methodical,
enticing, and he moved his body in a powerful, seductive way that said he
knew exactly what he was doing--that he'd had lots of practice screwing up
people's idea of what true muscle perfection should look like. He was never
fast or choppy in his movements; his posing exquisitely showed off the
size, vascularity, definition, and perfection of his physique. And still,
that small waist, in contrast to the rest of him, it was breathtaking.

When he was done pithing our brains with his physique, he relaxed and stood
at the end of his lounge, wearing only that postage-stamp of a thong. His
genitals were actually slightly visible at the legs. He smiled at the
kid. "Are you into bodybuilding, Alex?"

Alex croaked out a raspy. "Oh... I mean... I suppose. I guess."

"Cool," Jayden smiled. "Well, just so you know, I can be kind of a
show-off... so... don't be shy about what you want to see."

"That's awesome," I interjected. I turned to Alex and added, "You know,
Alex, part of Jayden being your companion and coach, means that you two
will be sharing your room together now."

Alex looked at me with bugged-out eyes. He was silenced by surprise
and... fear? Anticipation?

"If that's okay with you, bud," Jayden added with a genuine smile. "I hope
so, though. I think it'd be cool to share a room. We can watch movies and
shit... if you want." He turned to me and asked, "There's computer games
and stuff too, right?"

I nodded and smiled, "Of course."

Jayden asked Alex, "You play Minecraft? `Cuz I bet I can whop your ass,
bud," he smiled and winked. "And Fortnite is my speciality," he grinned.

"Oh... okay. Yeah," Alex said. I was pleased, not just that he agreed, but
that he was even able to get those three words out. Still, he hadn't
actually answered Jayden's question. Obviously the boy was spaced out over
all this.

"Cool," Jayden smiled. And did I mention that the man had a set of dimples
that were actually present even when he wasn't smiling? So when he smiled,
and they deepened, it was like sex. And his teeth--contrasted with his
black skin--the man made me want to weep. "That'll be awesome, Alex."

"I'll have Jeeves move your stuff into Alex's room," I said to the god.

"Cool. And thanks for this, Mr. Johnson," Jayden's smile kept blinding
me. "I am so happy to be here. This is going to be an awesome week," then
he looked at Alex, "getting to know a new best friend, man."

Alex didn't know whether to spit or piss in the ocean.

And then I noticed it. Alex's swim trunks sported a dark spot--wet--at one
side of his hip. And that wet spot was located at the end of the tumescent
teenage member under the trunks. The kid had reacted to Jayden's body just
like I had. I felt a little better, knowing I wasn't the only one. But
still, I was supposed to be a grown man... in control of his
body. Apparently not, huh?

Alex seemed to notice his situation at the same time I did. He grabbed a
nearby rolled-up towel and tried to discreetly hide his mess.

The boy and I laid back in our recliners while Jayden slipped into the
pool. He tried to get Alex to join him, but the kid declined. Admittedly,
watching the black stallion move in the water was another orgasm waiting to
happen. And when he eventually walked up the steps, out of the water, and
that thong thing was wet, it was obscene the way it hugged his cock and
low-hangers. His balls actually dangled below, swinging within the
custom-made garment (if you could call it a garment; it was more like a
napkin). Jayden came out of the water, grabbed a towel and dried off some.

Alex and I watched intently, but discreetly. Yet of course, Jayden knew
that with that body, he was always on display... always being stared at. He
lay down on the chair between his two new worshippers, and closed his
eyes. I studied every millimeter of the man. The droplets of water on his
perfect, blemish-free skin were erotic in their own right. The muscles on
which those droplets sluiced and fell were more erotic and powerful than
anything you can conceive. Trust me. The man was sex on a stick. A very BIG
stick. Just laying there!

I pulled my eyes off him long enough to see Alex, on the other side of him,
staring at his body just like I had been doing. Yet he didn't peel his off
the god. He was like an arcade game that had gone TILT. Inoperative. His
eyes moved all over Jayden's rippling, bulging physique. And then I noticed
that the kid had his hand on his crotch, over his trunks. He was pushing on
himself! Fuck this was hot. I couldn't wait to get behind the two-way
mirror next to Alex's room and watch while Jayden played with the boy and
made him go insane with lust.

Alex finally met my gaze, and he flushed red. Still, he didn't realize he
was pushing on his cock.

I don't know if Jayden peeked or not while Alex and I lusted over him, but
regardless, he kept motionless.

I don't know if Alex was yet realizing that all this was planned. To be
honest, I doubt his brain was functioning well enough to even consider
that. Regardless, the three of us spent much of the day next to the
pool. Alex was reluctant to join us in the pool, but we finally got him in
the water. I made the first move to interact physically with Jayden. Again,
Alex was reluctant, but it was early in his visit. He'd loosen up. And even
despite his obvious fear and reservations around the muscle man, he was
getting more and more free with out-and-out gawking at the man's
body. Jayden, of course, did his best to encourage all the looking, and he
also did a great job of reaching out and interacting with the reluctant
muscle worshipper.

This was going to be good.


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