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“Jeezus, Ben,” he begs. “Please touch me.”

His eyes stare into mine.

“Please?”

I stare longer. I want to kiss him so badly. Those lips are right fucking there and he wants me to.

He wants me to.

He wants me.

I tangle my fingers into the hair on top of his head and tug him closer, my lips hovering above his. He is panting, shaking.

“Please,” he begs again, his breath brushing over my mouth.

And I close the gap.

His lips are plush and warm and soft, and they open under mine immediately, letting my tongue sweep into his mouth. He tastes of sweet tea and Geoff. His whimper sets me on fire, and I devour him, tongue plunging into his mouth, swiping against his, then pulling back to suck his fat bottom lip between mine. I bite and lick and suck, and his breath is heaving. His hand is on my chest, his fist balling up my shirt, pulling me into him, grasping desperately like I might try to get away, might stop. I can’t stop.

I release his mouth, biting down his jaw to his neck, under his ear, and he whimpers, “Ah, fuck, yes,” as I pull him onto me so he straddles my hips. Digging a hand into that fine ass that I have wanted for so long, I tug him hard against me, pressing his cock to my belly as mine strains along my hip. His chest is hot and slick with lotion, and I need to feel his skin on me, so I pull back and tug my shirt over my head. He whines an objection as we separate then groans as I smash his body to mine, rubbing his nipples against my chest, feeling the pebbles through my light chest hair.

“Oh, god, Ben,” he gasps as his hips pump his cock against my stomach, like he has no control. His arms wrap around my shoulders, holding on tight, his face buried in my neck as he shudders.

“Grind on me,” I demand, lying back on the lounge chair and pulling him on top of me. I reach between us to push my shorts down and tug his cock the rest of the way out of that tiny thong. His belly is slick with lotion, and we slide together, his shaft hot steel against mine.

“Oh my god,” he chokes, and I turn his face to mine and swallow his gasps as we move together, his hips thrusting helplessly against me, sliding his cock along mine. I suck on his mouth, biting his lips, sucking hard on his tongue, biting kisses along his jaw. My hands squeeze his ass hard against me, then wrap around his back as I thrust up against him. Our cocks slide together between us, the head of his gliding alongside mine.

His hands are all over me, my shoulders, my hips, my sides, like he wants to touch everything in case this stops. I’m not stopping, not now that I have him on top of me, his hot body writhing against mine. He pumps his hips to match my thrusts, his cries loud against my mouth.

He stutters then keens a wail as he cums between us, steaming hot on my cock and belly, and his orgasm drags me with him, my hips pumping up once, twice as I erupt against him, groaning. He is still moving, pumping, panting as he comes down from the top, and I know he has another climax boiling at the ready.

“On your back,” I demand, and he raises up to let me move, then flops onto the lounge on his back, panting, staring into my eyes, his hands digging into my shoulders, not wanting to let go. I slither down his sticky body until my shoulders are between his thighs and suck his semi-hard cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of our mingled cum on him.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans as I swallow him down my throat, sucking him to full hardness again, then reaching up to tug on his balls. I bob slowly on him, sucking my cheeks hollow as I stroke him with my mouth. He looks down at me, those bright blue eyes blown with lust to almost all pupil.

“Jeezus, Ben, holy fuck, so good, oh shit,” he gasps as his hips thrust. “Please,” he begs, “fuck, Ben, so close already, so fast, what…” His eyes flutter closed.

“Eyes on me, Geoff,” I demand, and they pop open, staring as I suck him back down.

I give him what he wants, what he wanted to beg for, bobbing faster, sucking harder. He keeps his eyes locked on my face as I move, wide with wonder and glazed with his lust. I work him to the edge, then pull back, slowing, and he babbles and begs so pretty. His eyes want to flutter shut, but my good boy keeps them on me, wide and whimpering. I work him slow for a bit, pre-cum coating my tongue as he thrusts up into my mouth. Diving deep, I take him into my throat and he screams as he erupts into my mouth, back arching, head thrown back.

When he is still, I slide up his body and lay on him, kissing and sucking on his skin as I rise until his chin is on my shoulder. My fingers stroke his neck, over the shaved scalp, up into his hair, and he presses his nose into my neck.

Raising up onto my elbows, I ease to my side so I can look at his face, and he peers up at me from beneath his lashes. I know he is checking in, seeing if I am mad that he made me cross that line. I tilt his chin up to press our foreheads together.

“Bad boy,” I chuckle, and his grin flashes.

“The worst,” he agrees with a happy sigh. “So good, damn, I had no clue it would be so…”

I tilt his chin up so I can see his eyes. “Geoff?” My tone is serious. He bites his bottom lip and I pull it free with my thumb, running the digit over his luscious mouth, that plush lip I’ve wanted to suck on for a month. So I do, sucking it between mine, releasing it with a pop. “Have you not done this before?” He tries to look away, but I pull his chin back up. “Hey,” I tell him. “If this is going to work, if we are going to do this, you have got to be honest with me.”

He swallows and licks his lips, then shakes his head. “Just blow jobs,” he admits. “I’ll tell you anything. Everything. Anything you want to know,” he says quickly.

Well, damn. I feel a mix of pleasure that I am his first and no small trepidation. Being a guy’s first is both heady and heavy. I kiss his plush lips, and his relief relaxes his body against mine.

“You’re ok with that?” he asks. “With me? I mean,” he stammers and forces the words out, beginning to babble, nerves taking hold. “I only just realized I’m bi when I met you and so I don’t have a ton of…”

My kiss cuts off his words. “It’s ok. More than ok.” Another kiss on his lips, cheeks. Lips again. Deeper, tongues tangling. Fuck, I’m getting hard. “You are perfect.”