Two doors slid apart in the side of the cabin and a tall, darker man stepped out. He had on a crisp black suit and Amir greeted him as we headed towards the cabin.
Inside it was like a little living room. There was a black leather couch that made a U around one half of it. The other side had a mini bar with a small refrigerator and a high table.
The attendant started to follow us inside, but Amir pulled out a wad of bills and handed it to him then waved him off. The man said something back with a big smile and left us alone.
"Woah! We're going up?" I asked an obvious question.
"Yes, there's no underground wheel, my love," Amir said and moved to kiss me as the door slid closed behind us. We started to move with a lurch and I grabbed onto him for balance. Amir put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.
"It's so beautiful when we get off the ground. You can see the city lights and everything." Amir said and kissed my cheek.
"It's kind of scary, no?" I asked as he started to pull away. I grabbed his shirt.
"Babe, no. It's totally safe and private. No one can see inside. Look, we can even..." Amir started to say and he backed away from me to peel off his shirt.
He set it on the couch and flexed his perfect chest for me. He pushed off his shorts next and stepped out of them to stand in front of me wearing tennis shoes and a small pair of boxer briefs that framed his ample bulge and perfect ass.
"This is crazy," I laughed as he started to dance. I grabbed the side of the couch but the cabin didn't swing. It held pretty well.
"Babe! It's fixed securely. It won't rock!" Amir assured as he read my anxiety.
"Are you sure?" I said and reached for him. He pulled me into his chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on.
"Totally safe. I've been in here with ten other guys for a party. It's not going to fall," Amir said. He found a remote control. He hit a button and the room filled with retro pop music as the lights dimmed to a soft glow.
"Let's go crazy crazy crazy til we see the sun. I know we only met but let's pretend it's love," he started to sing along to the song. His hands slid up under my shirt and rubbed my back.
"I used to love this song," I said and we started to dance together as he slid off my shirt.
"Yummy Kasper nips," Amir said as he pulled back to look at my chest. He leaned in and bit my nipples softly, sucking each one in to his lips as they hardened into pointy little pink nubs.
"Wait, ten other guys? Were they naked too?" I laughed, not sure I wanted the answer.
"Well..." Amir grinned. I put up my hand and shook my head, deciding I didn't want the answer.
"Hey, you asked. But none as perfect as my Kasper baby," he laughed and went back to work on my nipples. My body quickly began to tingle and I lost any thought of him with others.
"Mmm," I mumbled and then let out a deep sigh of pleasure as he found that perfect angle on my nipple that made my body go weak. He put his hands on my pecs and cupped them, squeezed them, rubbed his fingers over my nips. I groaned and melted in his hands.
"That's my boy," Amir said as he let go of my pecs and brought me back into his arms. He pushed down my jeans, but then noticed there was something in the pocket. He stopped and pulled out the chain from the photo shoot.
"You stole this." he laughed and held up the cross with my name on it.
"No, it's personalized so they gave it to me," I corrected. "You can have it if you want."
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Kasper's Prince Charming
General FictionKasper Lane, a hopeless screw-up from Southern California, is kicked out of his family home after yet another poor decision. He auditions for a gay reality show that his best friend is developing for a struggling cable network and ends up half-way a...