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“Gonna add another finger, ok? Breathe for me,” I say.

He nods, “Yeah, gimme another,” then moans as I press the second one in.

“Ah, yeah, that’s like the toy,” he pants. “Feels so good. More, Gavin, more please.”

Spreading my fingers apart, I watch his hole open to my fingers until I can slide another in.

“Ok, baby? Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

His head shakes. “No, feels amazing. Stretching, but doesn’t hurt.”

“We need to get to four before you’re ready for me. Tell me if it’s too much, ok? We do not have to do this today if it is.”

“Oh, fuck, Gavin, want you so bad. Want your cum in me.”

I still for a moment. “No condom?” I ask. “I brought some. I did test recently. On PrEP, too.”

“Got tested. On PrEP. Trust you,” he pants, then moans. “Oh, wow, so many fireworks, so good, oh fuck, Gavin, so good. Oh, fuck, slow down, gonna cum if you don’t.”

“Cum, baby, I’ll get you there again,” I croon.

His hole clamps down on my fingers, and I feel his orgasm pulsing around them. Damn, that is so hot. My cock is dripping pre-cum, and I wrap a fist around the base so I don’t join him.

Stroking his ass with my fingers, his body sags post-climax.

“Adding one more now, push out for me,” I say as I press a fourth finger into him.

“Unnnnggg,” he groans. “Yeah. Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Now, Gavin, please now.”

Pumping my fingers into him, I spread them again and again. I will not hurt this man. Pulling my fingers from him, I roll him onto his back, grabbing the lube and pouring a generous amount over my cock, swiping a hand over his pucker again to make sure he is slick. I raise his knees and crawl between his thighs.

“Hold your legs up for me, baby. Let me see that pretty hole.”

I press my cock against him and pause. “Ready?”

“Pleeease,” he begs, eyes rolling back as he squirms, trying to force me inside.

Our first time. We’ll never get another. I lean forward with a hand by his head and kiss him, pressing my lips firmly against his, licking into his mouth. Pulling back slightly, I breathe out, “I love you, TJ,” as I push my cock into him.

His eyes are wide and blown to black as he stares into mine, mouth open with a long drawn-out moan as I press and my cock head slides in.

“Doing ok?” I ask, shifting so I’m on my elbows above him.

He can only nod and croak out, “More.”

I cover his lips with mine as I press further inside him. Hot, tight heat grips me, silky smooth, and I have to pause, overwhelmed by how insanely good he feels around my cock.

“More,” he begs. “Please, more. Move.” He hooks his legs around my hips, pressing his feet on my ass, trying to push me inside further.

“God, TJ. I need a minute,” I groan. “So good. Too good.” I rest my forehead on his, breathing.

He stops trying to force me in and presses his mouth to mine, peppering, sucking, nibbling. When the urge eases, and I think I can move without exploding, I press gently and ease myself the rest of the way into him until my hips are against him. Pausing again to feel his blazing hot channel gripping me like a silk band. It has never felt this good.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “I can feel you so much. You are inside of me, Gavin, oh my god.”

A full-body shudder grips him, and I start to move, pulling and pumping into him, and soon his hips are rising to meet mine.

“More,” he begs. “Harder, please, harder. God, I see stars. More.” His hands grip my biceps, digging in.