four nuts...two butts... ❤️

the cock

"And that," Tim finished with a flourish, "Is how ionic bonding works. Come back next time to learn about covalent bonding!"

As the cameras clicked off with Moby's final "beep!" he turned from Tim, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. Tim's eyes glazed down his body. His sleek metal frame was now draped with a coat that one of the producers handed to him. Light corduroy that accented his color beautifully.

Moby locked eyes with Tim, cocking a judgmental eyebrow upwards as he nonchalantly lit his cig. "See you tomorrow, Tim." He grabbed his hat and stepped offset, making his way to the door.

Fuck, Tim! Get yourself together. You're colleagues, for gods sake!

But it was too late. Tim could feel his member rising in his pants.

I've got to get out of here.

After saying goodbye to his producers and the stage crew, Tim managed to slip out into the night. It was a cool night, with light rain catching in the New York streetlights. It was almost peaceful. He carried himself to his apartment in almost a trance.

Throwing his wet coat onto the floor, he dashed towards his bedroom. While the thought of touching himself to Moby was appealing, he couldn't justify it. It just felt wrong.

But god, the way Moby looked at him. It was enough to make anyone violently nut.

He slipped off his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His tightie-whities soon followed. His erect member emerged, a stunning three feet in length. His girth was unimaginable. He would be a top if he wasn't so submissive...and breedable....

His fingers wrapped elegantly around his cock. His head filled with the thoughts of Moby. His steel body thrusting into him... his lever bringing Tim all the earthly pleasure...His mind swarmed with his beeps. God, what Tim would do to hear him moan.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.