It was never supposed to happen. But one moment turned into another, and slowly, the line between curiosity and desire began to blur.
Trevour Brixton grew up in a loving and supportive family. Yet beneath his quiet curiosity was a young man eager to...
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BREWING MOMENTS
Trevour's POV
"Kuya..." sa wakas, nahanap ko na ang boses ko, tinatawag siya.
Kanina ko na napapansin 'to. 'Yung mga mainit at matagal na tingin niya sa akin. Yung banayad na paghaplos ng harapan niya sa kaliwang braso ko, hindi na aksidente yun.
I stared at him intently, eyes silently begging for permission without speaking a word. It was intoxicating. Hot. My blood was racing, my body screaming, my libido at its peak.
Pero nagulat ako ng dumiretso siya ng tayo at naglakad palayo sa akin.
I almost felt a pang of disappointment when I heard the soft click of the door locking behind him.
Then, bumalik siya.
Kuya Twan walked back into the room, slowly removing his coat and tossing it onto the small rack in his office. The movement was deliberate, controlled, and impossible to ignore.
He stopped right in front of me.
Eyes blazing.
Filled with desire.
We just stared at each other. Our eyes were talking, no words needed, but every intention, every heat between us was clear.
It felt like time stopped around us. The office, the computer, even the magazine layouts. Everything faded away.
I could feel the tension, every breath he took, every little movement of his body.
And in that simple stare... it wasn't just eyes talking. There was electricity. Heat. Desire.
And I knew he could feel it too.
I took my eyes off his intense stare. Ngayo'y natuon ang attention ko sa nakabukol na harapan ni Kuya Twan.
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Before placing my hand on his clothed member, I looked at him again, silently asking for permission.
When I caught that small, almost teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips... I knew.
I closed the distance between my hand and his hard member, letting my fingers brush against him.
It was so big, so hard. His hard member can tear right through the fabric that was holding it in.
Kuya Twan started unbuckling his belt. Since he was wearing soft black slacks, the moment he opened the zipper and unbuttoned them, the pants slid down slowly.
