Craig's apartment was a mess, as usual. Clothes were strewn about, empty pizza boxes littered the coffee table, and a fine layer of dust coated every surface. But Craig didn't seem to notice or care. He was too busy scrolling through his phone, his beer belly jiggling with each laugh and gasp he let out.
His eyes widened as he stumbled upon a photo of his friend, Jamie. Jamie was a feminine-looking boy with long hair and doe eyes. But in this photo, he was dressed in lingerie, looking shy and vulnerable. Craig felt a stir in his pants as he saw Jamie in such a compromising position.
He quickly hid his phone as he heard a knock on the door. He pretended to be busy, shuffling papers and muttering to himself. But Jamie entered, looking worried.
"Craig, I need your help," Jamie said, his voice quivering. "I have a party tonight and I can't do my makeup."
Craig hesitated, but eventually agreed. He tried to hide his arousal as he helped Jamie with his makeup. He couldn't help but stare at Jamie's smooth skin and delicate features.
Jamie noticed Craig's gaze and playfully insulted him. "What are you looking at, you dirty old man?"
Craig blushed and denied it, but Jamie saw through his lies and teased him some more. "Have you ever thought about being with a guy, Craig?"
Craig stammers, caught off guard. Jamie smiled, knowing he had Craig wrapped around his finger. He continued to flirt with him, asking if Craig had any more photos.
Craig hesitated, but then showed Jamie the photos on his phone. Jamie looked at them, blushing and giggling. Craig couldn't believe what he was doing, confessing his dirty little secret to Jamie. But he couldn't help it. He was under Jamie's spell.
End of Chapter One.
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