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Thorne
Without another word, Thorne turned and walked away, leaving Jack standing alone in the basement. He strode across the room, his long legs making short work of the distance, and stopped in front of a sink, his hands resting on the cool porcelain. He stood there for a moment, his back to Jack, his body tense with emotion.
Then, he slowly turned to face the mirror, his eyes locking onto his own reflection. His face, chiseled and strong, was a map of rugged masculinity, with sharp cheekbones and a jawline that seemed to be carved from granite. A small scar above his left eyebrow added a touch of ruggedness to his features, a reminder of a long-forgotten accident.
As he looked at himself, he took in the sight of his broad shoulders and bulging biceps. His chest, covered in a thick layer of dark hair, seemed to ripple with muscle, even under the tight tank top he wore. The fabric clung to his torso, showcasing the definition of his abs and the curves of his pecs.
Thorne's hair, a rich, dark brown, was messy and unkempt, as if he had just rolled out of bed. It curled slightly at the nape of his neck, framing his face and accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw. His eyes, fringed with thick lashes, seemed to bore into his own soul, as if searching for answers to the questions that plagued him.
He was wearing a pair of worn, faded gym shorts, their loose fit showcasing the powerful muscles of his legs. His thighs, thick and muscular, seemed to strain against the fabric, as if eager to break free. His calves, equally well-defined, flexed and relaxed as he shifted his weight, their curves visible even under the baggy shorts.
As Thorne stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but think about how much he had always loved being the center of attention. He had always been a man who craved admiration, who thrived on the attention of others. Both men and women had always been drawn to him, admiring his chiseled physique and rugged good looks.
His mind began to wander back to his youth. He had been a star athlete in high school, a football player with a promising future ahead of him. He had been the big man on campus, the one everyone looked up to. And he had married the prettiest girl in school, the one who had been his high school sweetheart.
But as he thought about his marriage, Thorne's mood turned introspective. He and his wife had gotten divorced a few years ago, not because of any lack of love or passion, but because Thorne had felt something was missing. He had felt a restlessness, a sense that there was more to life than the comfortable routine they had fallen into. He had felt a desire for excitement, for adventure, for something more.
Thorne's thoughts turned to his current life, and he felt a sense of satisfaction. He was still the center of attention, still the man that everyone looked up to. He had an amazing body, everybody said so. And he had a charming personality, he was a nice guy dammit. He was confident in his own skin, and he knew that he was a catch. That’s why Jack’s question was so confusing.
Thorne loved fucking women, and he had always been a bit of a ladies' man. But every now and then, he would find a twinky guy who caught his eye, and he would decide to fuck him. It was just something about the way they looked at him, with a mix of admiration and fear, that turned him on.
He had seen Jack for the first time a few weeks ago, and he had immediately decided that he would fuck the younger guy. There was something about Jack's awkward, gangly demeanor that had caught Thorne's attention. Maybe it was the way Jack's eyes had widened as he looked at Thorne, or the way his face had flushed with embarrassment. Whatever it was, Thorne had been intrigued.
He had begun by helping Jack out with his exercises, showing him how to lift weights and do squats. It had been a clever move, really - by helping Jack out, Thorne had been able to get close to him, to build a sense of trust and familiarity.
Thorne had planned to let Jack give him a blowjob, just to start with anyway. He had imagined the way Jack would look, kneeling at his feet, his eyes wide with excitement and fear. There would be no kissing though, he didn’t go in for any of that faggy shit.
But now, as Thorne thought about what Jack had said, he felt a sense of disappointment and frustration. Jack didn't want him, not like that anyway. Jack wanted Bowen, not Thorne. Thorne's face darkened with a scowl as he thought about this, his mind reeling with the implications. He had never been rejected before, not like this. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he didn't know how to react when he didn't.
Thorne's eyes narrowed as he thought about Jack's request. He had been so sure that he had Jack right where he wanted him, but it turned out that he had been wrong. Jack's words had thrown him off balance, had made him question his own perceptions and feelings. He didn't know how to react, didn't know how to process the emotions that were swirling inside him.
As Thorne stood in front of the mirror, lost in thought, he was suddenly aware of Jack standing by his side. Jack's voice broke the silence, "Hey, Thorne, are you okay?" Thorne's eyes flickered towards Jack, and he felt a surge of surprise at the concern etched on Jack's face.
Thorne's mind was still reeling from the shock of Jack's confession, and he didn't know how to respond. He felt like he was stuck in a daze, unable to process the emotions that were swirling inside him. But as he looked at Jack, he felt a sudden pang of vulnerability. He didn't know why, but he found himself wanting to be honest with Jack, to admit the truth that he had been thinking.
"I...I thought you were interested in me," Thorne said, his voice faltering. He surprised himself with this admission, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He didn't know why he was saying this, but it was like the words were pouring out of him without his control.
Thorne's eyes locked onto Jack's, and he saw a look of surprise and confusion there. Jack's eyes widened, and he took a step back, as if he was trying to process what Thorne had just said. For a brief moment, Thorne thought he saw a flicker of something else in Jack's eyes, a hint of a sly look that was quickly replaced by a more neutral expression.
Thorne didn't think much of it, just a fleeting glance that could have meant anything. Instead, he focused on the fact that they were just standing there, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable.
The silence stretched out, with neither of them saying a word. Thorne could feel the weight of his confession hanging in the air, and he didn't know how to break the silence. He just stood there, his eyes locked onto Jack's, waiting for some kind of response.
The only sound was the quiet hum of the gym, the distant murmur of voices and the clank of weights. But in that moment, it was like the whole world had come to a standstill, and all that mattered was the space between Thorne and Jack.
Thorne couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Jack. The younger man still looked nervous but there was something new, a slight shift in the power dynamic.
Thorne's gaze wandered over Jack's face, drinking in the sight of his smooth, unlined skin and the scattering of freckles across his cheeks. His sharp features, once tense with anxiety, had relaxed into a calm, serene expression. The furrowed brow that had once been etched with concern was now smooth, and his eyebrows, once drawn together in a worried frown, had eased into a gentle, inquiring arch. And his lips, once pressed together in a tight, nervous line, had softened into a subtle, sly curve, as if he was privy to a secret that no one else knew
Jack took a step closer to Thorne, his eyes never leaving Thorne's face.”Can - can I touch you Thorne?”. Thorne nodded his silent agreement. He could feel a sense of trepidation as Jack's hand reached out and touched his bicep, his fingers wrapping around the muscle and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Wow, Thorne, you're really built," Jack said, his voice low. "I mean, I've seen you working out, but up close, you're even more impressive."
Thorne felt a shiver run down his spine as Jack's hand moved to his abs, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and definition. Jack's eyes never left Thorne's face, and Thorne could feel like he was being stripped bare, like Jack could see right through him.
"You have an amazing body, Thorne," Jack continued, his voice still shaky and quiet. "I mean, just look at these pecs... they're so big and hard."
As Jack spoke, his hand moved to Thorne's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and definition. Thorne felt like he was being touched in a way that was both intimate and invasive, like Jack was exploring his body without permission.
But despite the initial shock, Thorne found himself standing still, allowing Jack to touch him and praise his body. It was like he was in a trance, unable to move or speak as Jack continued to explore his muscles and physique.
Thorne's eyes were locked onto Jack's, and he could see the excitement and arousal there. Jack was turned on by Thorne's body, and he wasn't afraid to show it. Thorne felt a sense of surprise and curiosity, wondering where this was going and what Jack's ultimate goal was.
As Thorne stood there, frozen in a mix of confusion and arousal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shock and wonder. He had never been touched like this before, with such sensuality and intimacy. Jack's hands were roaming over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles and definition, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Thorne's mind was reeling as he tried to process what was happening. He had always been the one in control, the one who called the shots and got what he wanted. But now, with Jack's hands on his body, he felt like he was losing control, like he was being swept up in a tide of sensation and emotion.
And yet, despite the initial shock and confusion, Thorne couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. Jack's touch was making him hard, and he could feel his body responding to the twink's sensual caresses. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he wasn't sure how to react.
But it was erotic, so erotic. Thorne couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, how much he was responding to Jack's touch. He felt like he was being awakened to a whole new world of sensation and pleasure, and he wasn't sure how to react.
When Jack's fingers brushed against his nipples, Thorne felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. He tried to suppress the moan that rose up in his throat, but it was too late. The sound escaped his lips, and he felt a flush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks.
Jack's eyes sparkled with amusement as he gazed at Thorne, his smile growing wider as he took in the giant's reaction. Thorne felt like he was being teased, like Jack was enjoying the fact that he was getting a rise out of him.
“Did.. did you like that Thorne?” Jack asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Thorne gave the briefest of nods in response.
And then, with a sudden movement, Jack grabbed the hem of Thorne's tank top and pulled it up over his head. Thorne's massive chest and spectacular six-pack abs were exposed, and he felt like he was on display.
But despite his initial instinct to cover himself up, Thorne found himself frozen in place. He didn't move, didn't try to hide his body or push Jack away. He just stood there, his eyes locked on Jack's, as the twink's gaze roamed over his chest and abs.
Jack's fingers delved into the thick hair on Thorne's chest, his hands roaming over the muscular terrain as if exploring a treasure trove. He twirled the coarse strands between his fingers, his touch sending shivers down Thorne's spine. "You're perfect," Jack whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. His eyes were wide with wonder, his gaze drinking in the sight of Thorne's chiseled physique. "I've never seen anyone like you,".
Thorne felt like he was being objectified, like he was being reduced to nothing more than a physical specimen. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him as Jack's eyes devoured his body.
He was embarrassed, yes, but he was also aroused. He could feel his cock growing hard, straining against the confines of his shorts. And he knew that Jack could see it too, could see the bulge growing in his pants.
Thorne's face burned with shame and desire, but he still didn't move. He just stood there, frozen in place, as Jack's eyes continued to explore his body. He was at Jack's mercy, and he knew it. And for some reason, that thought was incredibly erotic.
As Jack's hands continued to touch and squeeze his body, Thorne felt himself becoming more and more aroused. The twink's fingers were like magic, tracing lines of fire over his skin and making his cock throb with desire.
And then, Jack's face broke into a smile, his gangly features softening into a look of subtle cunning. "Flex your biceps for me, Thorne," he said, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down Thorne's spine.
Thorne felt a surge of surprise at the command, but before he could even think about it, his body seemed to respond on its own. He flexed his massive biceps, feeling the muscles bulge and ripple beneath his skin.
As he did, Jack's fingers tightened around his nipples, squeezing them harder than before. Thorne felt a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure, and he couldn't help but gasp in response.
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if Jack had tapped into a deep well of desire within him, a desire that he had never even known existed.
Thorne's body seemed to be responding to Jack's touch, his muscles flexing and relaxing in time with the twink's caresses. He felt like a puppet on strings, with Jack pulling the marionette's handles and making him dance.
And yet, despite the loss of control, Thorne couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal. No one had ever admired his body like this before, no one had ever touched him with such reverence and desire.
As he stood there, his biceps flexed and his nipples throbbing with pain and pleasure, Thorne felt like he was being worshiped. He felt like a god, with Jack as his devoted acolyte. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and Thorne felt his cock grow even harder.
