Chapter 18
“How do you make them do that?” the boy asked after a short silence.
“How do I make them do what?” Nathan scratched his arm and then his chest.
“That?” said the boy pointing.
Nathan looked down and saw movement, barely perceptible, but disconcerting nonetheless—the slight turn of a head, a widening smile, a wink, a hand stroking a thigh, a cock swelling.
The boy’s mother, who arrived smiling, gasped when she saw the naked male images. She snatched her son’s hand up in hers.
“Come away from there,” she snapped, scowling at Nathan as though it was his fault her son had found him so fascinating. “Disgusting!” she huffed, dragging the boy behind her as she stormed off towards the exit.