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What's a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio? Confused by the changes in his absentminded buddy Cody, Aaron decides to check the place out for himself.
Twentysomethingtwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it'd be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable -- and hot -- talent, it's a heck of a temptation even for someone who's never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would -- and he's starting to see Cody in an entirely different light. What's a guy supposed to do now?
Praise for Seduced
"Seduced is a dangerously sensual tale that stretches reality's concepts in a fun and imaginative way."
-- Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
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-- Cactus, Whipped Cream Reviews
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Screen Shots 1: Seduced
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"Go on in. There aren't any windows, but if you open the door really slow they won't catch the noise on camera."
"You know this from experience?" Aaron asked, dubious.
Ross shrugged. "We all watch from time to time. We're going to be working with the new guys. This is how we get to know them, too. Here, and on the courts. It's all ball games of one kind or another."
The double entendre sank in faster than usual. Aaron groaned.
Ross chuckled and shoulder-nudged him. "Just go with it. You'll be cool."
Aaron studied the knob as Ross walked away. Was Ross giving him privacy? Huh. Unexpected, ninety-nine percent strange in context, but nice. He wiped his hands on his jeans and reached for the knob. Careful, careful, easy does it --
Apparently, the guys had forgotten to mention that once the door unlatched, it'd slide open like a horny frat boy's legs around a slippery stripper pole. Aaron only just caught it in time before it banged into the facing wall, and when he turned around to sigh with relief, he caught himself an eyeful the likes of which he'd honestly never thought he'd witness.
Namely, Cody, sprawled in the slouchy chair, legs sprawled wide open. Naked as a jaybird or whatever kind of bird had no feathers at all, hard as an iron bar and jerking off like a one-man fucking machine.
Thom glanced up at Aaron and held his finger to his lips. He might as well have saved himself the trouble. Aaron couldn't have moved or spoken if he'd wanted to. He could only gape at Cody because this was truly stare-worthy. There was a sort of train-wreck effect at work here. Only it wasn't so much a disaster as… Jesus, Aaron didn't even know.
The one thing he was sure of was that the guys had been right about Cody. He knew what he was doing, and enjoyed it. His eyes were slit open just wide enough to keep them locked on a camera, the quirk of his lips so dirty that Aaron would have been embarrassed if he hadn't been downright impressed by that level of come-fuck-me.
Though Aaron had known it on a casual back-of-his-mind sort of level, he saw now that Cody had the body for this kind of work too, gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, lean muscles tensed, a red flush spreading over his chest just under the collarbones. As for other natural endowments, he certainly had the --
Aaron slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from blurting out an obscenity that'd spoil the video. Jesus Christ. If he'd known Cody was packing that in his boxers, he'd have --
You'd have what?
Cody groaned, a surprisingly deep and throaty noise, and spread 'em wider. His fist sped up, almost a blur on his cock that Aaron could not look away from. He tossed his head from side to side and panted; raised his hips and fucked his fist and the air. "Yeah," he started to chant. "Oh God, yeah, yeah." He slipped a hand under his balls and rolled them, squeezed them, arched higher and whined. "Almost there. Fuck."
Aaron swallowed hard on a dry throat. He still couldn't turn away.
Camera lenses whirred discreetly. Aaron guessed Thom would know when a guy was on the verge of blowing his load. Not that Cody didn't try to spin it out, pinching his nipples and slowing his strokes, breathing like a freight train and leaning back until the chair was in dire risk of tipping over.
Then, Cody opened his eyes.
As luck would have it, Aaron realized at that precise moment that he was now in Cody's direct line of sight, standing like a frozen dummy in the doorway with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't think of a single thing to say, or do, and waving "Hi!" seemed really, really inappropriate somehow.
He licked his lips instead.
"Fuck." Cody grabbed his dick and squeezed, but there was no stopping it now. Splashes and drops of come landed as high as his collarbone, as low as his bellybutton, basically everywhere. He groaned and curled forward and got himself once on the chin.
And through it all, Cody never once looked away from Aaron, not until he stopped coming and petted his dick to calm it down. Heaving for breath and still somehow grinning cockily at the camera. All in a day's work.