Pretty Boy

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Serge:

Clinged in a state of stillness from the absurdness of my insistence, I begin to let my body fall for idea of Hogan while my mind processes his sudden passion.

It's amazing how he suddenly sparks up when he's excited and I can't bear to ruin his fun at all. Even if it means I have to stay frozen in my position while I watch his stunning body and face patiently without touching it.

He knows what he's doing, and I've seen how good he draws. He's always been passionate about his art, just like the way I'm passionate about him. It's cute and really hot, even though I can't draw myself. Besides, I can't really bring myself to object because I really love being the model of his interest most of the time. To be honest, this time isn't all that different from the last; it's just that now, I actually have to wait for him to finish his work before I can feel him pressing against me again.

My dick throbs from just having thoughts about how sexy he looks and how he feels under my skin. My body is getting hotter with every second that passes by, and the tension of my desire has already overpowered me before it's too late. My hand starts trailing its way down to my muscles until I reach the area of my lust. I seductively try to push my hand through the fabric of my shorts as I perceive a tantalizing look towards Hogan. My eyes shoot daggers of flames while my hand moves with conviction, feeling like a whole fantasy drawn with affection.

I could see Hogan's mouth slightly hanging open from my sudden change of desire, and I bite my bottom lip slowly while holding his gaze with temptation, contorting animosity.

His other hand, who's free from the pen, starts making its way down to his bulge while my gaze follows it. He gives his dick a hard squeeze while his other hand focuses on the photo he's painting. My heart is pounding uncontrollably from the heat and my lust has begun to flow through my veins. My dick craves more friction and air as I let it out of my pants and stroke its bare rawness. My head jerks back from pleasure, and I can't help the deep pants that escape from my mouth. It feels like a movie. Everything he's making me fe seems surreal, and all I could do was play the part of what I could be.

I stroke my cock confidently and faster as my dick pulses tight, begging for its release. I then begin to take my shirt off sensuously to reveal my raw skin and my want pounds from heat and lust. Hogan stares at me with desire burning through his gaze, and I continue to picture his raw skin digging into mine.

"Fuck. Yeah, right there, Serge." He says, while continuing to focus on his work.

My dick immediately takes notice of the sexiness of his tone as lust fills my body and orgasm threatens to escape me.

"Fuck. I'm going to come, Hogan." I moan, feeling his eyes digging straight at my skin.

I could hear his heavy pants and the brisk of his pen from where I was seated, and all I could do then was to just feel and imagine all of it rough against me.

Dashes of cum start spraying out of my dick as my stomach becomes filled with hot white fluid coming from my lust. My lungs beg for air as I try to catch my breath and feel the heat of everything marking me.

My eyes burn when I open it and my body aches as my gaze lands on Hogan once again. He looks flustered from watching me, yet he still hasn't stopped drawing my state.

"Yeah. Just stay like that. Don't move." He instructs while continuing with what he's sketching.

I try to even out my breathing and focus as I wait for him to finish his drawing. My mind is just trying to process everything that just happened that I didn't even care about the mess that I just made.

It only took a few more minutes before Hogan finally finishes his drawing, and I am delighted with the sight of his artistry as he starts making his way towards my body, stopping right in front of me.