Colors
“Stop holding back.”
Henry couldn’t see the owner of the deep voice, but it’s effect was no less
potent.
He turned, blinking as hot, bright lights struck him. He
kept his head down, abysmally embarrassed when his aching hard-on rose in
response.
Oh, God, not now! Sure
the photographer and everyone else on the set thought him a perv by now, he
didn’t dare look up.
“You, there. Henry, is it?” The cause of his excitement
spoke again and he could barely speak.
“M-me?”
Suddenly, two large, bare feet, muscular legs, and an
erection even more impressive than his own stood facing him.
“Yes, Henry. The colors are much more beautiful when you
allow your emotions to rise to the surface. Here, let me show you.”
The voice grabbed Henry and pressed his lips to his in a
crushing kiss.
If the colors Henry saw were any indication, the pictures
were going to be award winners.
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