Chapter 4: Sams warning
The neon lights of New York City flickered and reflected off the wet pavement as Billy and I made our way back to my apartment.
I won. I feel awesome. Invincible. I see my muscular frame reflect in a store window and I can’t help but flex. I look much bigger than Billy. Our size difference was enough to turn me on. I was bigger, stronger, more muscular. I could see the admiration and desire in Billy's eyes as he looked at me, and it fueled my ego. I was used to people looking at me with a mix of awe and envy, but with Billy, it was different. It was personal.
He was looking right at me, his eyes burning with a mix of admiration and something else. Something darker, more primal. I could feel the heat of his gaze, the weight of his desire. It was intoxicating, and I found myself flexing my muscles again, just to see the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched in his chest.
I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the way his gaze lingered on my body, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took me in. I smirked, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him.
"You know, Billy, there's something about you that I just can't get enough of."
Billy looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine briefly before darting away again. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his nervousness. "Yeah? What's that?"
I stepped closer to him, my voice dropping to a low growl. "That hunger in your eyes. That desire. It's fucking hot, Billy. I can't get enough of it."
I could see the blush spreading across his cheeks, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps. He was turned on, and he wasn't even trying to hide it.
I could see the bulge in his pants, growing bigger by the second. I had always known that I had an effect on him, but tonight it was different. Tonight, he was mine.
"You know what I want, Sam?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes still avoiding mine.
I nodded, my cock throbbing with anticipation. "Say it, Billy. I want to hear you say it."
He took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. He was fighting it, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but I knew he was desperately craving my dominance.
“A burger. Maybe we should ask Chris to join us” Billy suggested.
Sam laughed, “You mean Chris, the guy who never talks to anyone? The one who is always lost in his thoughts?”
Billy chuckled. “Yeah, that one. But he might be fun if he lets loose a bit. What do you say?”
Sam shrugged. “Why not? The more the merrier. Let’s invite him. It’s not every day we get to take a chance to know him better.”
They found Chris sitting alone at a table in the corner, his head buried in a book. Billy and I approached the table, and Chris looked up, startled.
His eyes widened when he saw me, and he quickly closed his book, as if trying to hide what he was reading. I smirked, knowing that I had caught him off guard.
"Hey, Chris," I said, my voice casual yet commanding. "Billy and I were wondering if you'd like to join us for a late-night burger run. What do you say?"
Chris hesitated, his gaze darting between Billy and me. He looked nervous, almost uncertain. I could see the wheels turning in his head, and I knew that he was trying to decide whether or not to join us.
Billy stepped in, his voice soft and reassuring.
"Come on, Chris. It'll be fun. We promise not to bite... too hard." He flashed a charming smile, and I could see the tension in Chris's shoulders easing slightly.
Chris looked at Billy, then back at me, and finally gave a small nod. "Okay, sure. Why not?"
I clapped my hands together, a satisfied grin spreading across my face. "Great! Let's go, boys. The night is still young, and I'm starving."
We made our way to the diner, the bell above the door chiming as we entered.
It was late, but the place was still buzzing with the usual nighttime crowd -- a mix of local regulars, insomniacs, and night owls. The air was filled with the comforting aroma of frying food and the hum of conversation.
We slid into a booth in the back, and the waitress -- a middle-aged woman with a warm smile and a no-nonsense attitude -- dropped off menus and took our drink orders. As we sipped our sodas and scanned the menu, I couldn't help but notice the way Chris's eyes flicked back and forth between me and Billy, his curiosity piqued.
He was taking in the dynamic between us, trying to figure us out. I smirked, knowing that he would soon realize that nothing was as it seemed with Billy and me.
"So, Chris," I said, leaning back in my booth and stretching my arms across the back. "Had a good time at the club? Did you see Billy’s performance?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "He was a fucking natural."
I nudged Billy with my elbow, a smirk playing on my lips. "I'm surprised you don't do that kind of stuff more often."
Billy chuckled, blushing slightly as he flipped through the menu. "Yeah, well, it was a one-time thing. I don't think I could handle that kind of attention all the time."
The waitress returned, pen poised over her pad. "What can I get you boys?"
I ordered a double cheeseburger with bacon and a side of onion rings, while Billy went for a classic cheeseburger and fries.
Chris hesitated before ordering a veggie burger and a salad. The waitress jotted down our orders and walked away, leaving us in a comfortable silence.
Chris looked at Billy and me, his eyes filled with curiosity. "So, what was the club like?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Billy and I exchanged a look before I answered, "It was... intense. Billy was the main attraction, and he did an amazing job. The crowd loved him."
Chris's eyes widened as he turned to Billy. "You did that? On stage, in front of everyone?"
Billy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah, I did. It was... something else. I've never felt that much attention, that much... desire, all at once." He paused, his gaze drifting to the table, and I could see the weight of the experience still lingering in his eyes.
Chris looked impressed, his lips parting slightly as he processed the information. "Wow, that's... that's impressive, Billy. I don't think I could ever do something like that."
“Our little cum match was on the same level! You got pleased by us in front of a crowd”. Sam said leering at Chris.
Chris blushed at this remark. “You know, Chris,” Sam continued, “Billy here is quite the exhibitionist. He gets off on being watched, don’t you, Billy?”
Billy nodded, his eyes cast downward as he fiddled with his straw wrapper. “Yeah, I guess so,” he admitted softly.
Chris leaned back in his seat, his eyes widening with a mix of interest and disbelief. “Really? That’s fascinating. I never would have pegged you for that, Billy.”
I check my stats on my phone. Engagement on tiktok and instagram down 5% this month.
“can you guys make a pic of me flexinf while holding the burger? Gonna caption it “we all have cheat days!” My followers eat that shit up”.
Sam said smiling at Chris and Billy.
“What do you think, boys? Should I snap a pic now or wait till I've taken a bite?“ Sam asked, holding the burger up to his lips, the cheese and bacon glistening under the neon lights.
Billy laughed and shook his head. “You're insatiable, Sam. Just take the damn picture already.”
Chris smirked, looking up from his salad. “Yeah, come on, Sam.
We’re all waiting for the big reveal.” I teased, my eyes focused on the burger in Sam’s hand. The sight of the juicy patty sandwiched between two golden buns was making my mouth water.
Sam struck a quick pose, flexing his muscles and holding the burger up to his lips. The neon lights outside the diner cast a vibrant glow on his tanned skin, accentuating the definition of his biceps and chest. He puckered his lips, as if taking a bite, and snapped a quick selfie.
“Perfect,” he declared, looking at the picture on his phone.
“Just perfect. Now, let’s enjoy these greasy delights before they get cold.”
Sam took a big bite of his burger, the juices dripping down his chin. He licked his lips, savoring the taste. “Mmm, nothing like a good cheat day, right?”
Billy and Chris nodded in agreement, tucking into their own meals. The conversation flowed easily from there, with the three of them swapping stories and laughter like old friends.
As they finished their meals, Chris seemed more at ease, his initial shyness melting away. He even started to joke around with Billy, their banter light and playful.
“I need to be bigger. Bigger muscle, bigger following on social media”. Sam mumbled as he posted his selfie on Instagram. He looked up from his phone with a sly grin. “You know, Chris, I bet if you hit the gym a bit more, you’d gain some serious clout online.”
Chris shrugged, pushing his salad around with his fork. “Yeah, maybe. But I don’t know if I’m cut out for that life. I mean, look at me. I’m just a regular guy.”
Sam scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Regular? Please. You’ve got that whole quiet, mysterious thing going for you. Trust me, the girls eat that shit up.
The shy, brooding type is a goldmine."
Chris looked skeptical, his brow furrowing slightly. "I dunno, man. I'm just not into all that self-promotion stuff. I prefer to keep a low profile."
Sam rolled his eyes dramatically. "Low profile? Chris, you're a fucking enigma. People are dying to know more about you. You could have a huge following if you just put yourself out there a bit more."
Billy chipped in, "Yeah, Chris. You've got this whole dark, mysterious vibe going on.
Girls love that," Billy said, taking another bite of his burger. "I mean, you're the kind of guy who makes them wonder what's behind the curtain. It's sexy."
Chris shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know about all that. I'm just me. I don't really think about it that way."
Sam scoffed, picking up his burger and taking a big bite. "Well, you should. Trust me, the right marketing can take you from zero to hero in no time.
Look at me.” Sam continued, taking another big bite of his burger. “I was just some schmuck with a decent body and a camera before I started putting myself out there. Now, I've got a following that most influencers would kill for.”
Chris looked at Sam, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “But don’t you ever get tired of it? The constant need for validation, the pressure to always be ‘on’?”
Sam shrugged, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “It’s a double-edged sword, sure, but the perks far outweigh the cons.
Plus, once you get a taste of that kind of attention, it’s hard to go back,” Sam said, his eyes glazed over as he spoke. “You should give it a try, Chris. You might surprise yourself.”
Chris considered Sam’s words, his fork tapping gently against his plate as he chewed. “Maybe. But I think I’d rather live my life in person than through a screen. It’s just not for me.”
Billy chimed in, “Yeah, I get that. It’s not like we all have to live our lives in the spotlight, you know?
And if it only attracts girls then I wont have much incentive, now would I?” Chris chuckled , taking another bite of his veggie burger.
Sam shrugged, polishing off the last of his fries. "Yeah, but it's not just about the girls, man. It's about the lifestyle, the freedom, the fucking perks. Trust me, once you start living life on your own terms, there's no going back."
“I meant. I’m gay” Chris blushed.
“Obviously” Billy chuckled “Ive known you all my life. I see how you look at sam”. He continued “It’s all over your face. It’s in every glance and every smile. It’s not just his body or his face. It’s everything about him. You want him. You admire him. You’re drawn to him.” Chris was nervous but he was getting bolder. He had never been this direct with anyone before.
Sam looked at Chris and then at Billy. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before he spoke.
“You know, Chris, I never thought about it that way before.