Eric's Phone Notification (Chapter 3) Feeling the daddy heat
Category Gay Authoritarian
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Chapter 3:
As Mark entered, the atmosphere became thicker with anticipation. This athletic, auburn-haired man was a stark contrast to Dave's darker, brooding intensity. Their combined presence was an overwhelming force that had Eric caught in the middle, every sensation magnified.
Dave, feeling the change, turned his focus back to Eric, "You remember our chat about unexpected surprises?" His fingers lightly grazed Eric's cheek, causing a slight shiver.
"I... wasn't expecting to be so weak," Eric murmured, his voice betraying a mix of nervousness and curiosity.
Mark, drawing closer, said with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Expect the unexpected, especially with Dave here." His fingers brushed the back of Eric's hand, a touch so light it was almost not there.
Feeling cornered yet oddly exhilarated, Eric replied, attempting some bravado, "Well, I've always enjoyed a good surprise."
Dave leaned in, his lips close to Eric's ear, "That's the spirit. We'll ensure you're pleasantly surprised."
Mark chuckled, "Always the eloquent one, Dave. But actions speak louder than words." As he said this, he moved even closer, trapping Eric gently between the two of them.
Eric, feeling the heat from both men, tried to deflect with humor, "Is this where I'm supposed to feel intimidated?"
Mark looked deep into Eric's eyes, "No, this is where you're supposed to feel... alive."
Dave added, "Every touch, every word, every glance is meant to evoke something in you. Surrender to the feeling."
As the evening went on, the conversation flowed naturally. They spoke of travels, adventures, shared laughs over misadventures, and flirted unabashedly. With each story, their bodies drew closer, hands brushing thighs, fingers intertwining, and lingering glances that promised more.
The charged dialogue was interrupted by Mark, who suddenly posed a teasing question to Eric. "Ever played truth or dare, Eric?"
Dave, intrigued, raised an eyebrow, "Interesting choice."
Eric smirked, the wine and the company boosting his confidence, "Dare."
Mark's lips curled into a predatory smile, "I dare you to tell us your deepest fantasy."
Dave laughed, "You're really diving in, aren't you?"
Before Eric could answer, Mark leaned in, whispering suggestively, "Remember, no holding back."
The weight of their combined attention, the playful banter, and the undercurrent of intense desire set the stage for an evening that none of them would forget in a hurry.
To be continued...