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“Come and get it, Double Dee. How ʼbout we use that name.”

His hand landed against my bare ass and I squeaked in surprise, not expecting him to stalk me like a lion much less spank me.

“Well then. You certainly like⁠—”

“Alvin, shut the fuck up and let me enjoy your tight little hole.”

Whelp. Apparently there was something in this world that could shut up Alvin Carter and it was that sentence right there.

A weird whimper-mewl escaped my mouth, and my dirty talker came up from behind me, pressing my body harder against the examination table. I grabbed onto the edge to stay upright.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you, Alvy.”

I gasped, tried to speak, but Dee was in a trance-like state and whatever I could have said would’ve fallen on his delulu ears anyway.

Dee stumbled around my asshole, poking it, licking it, trying to lube it up with his fingers and tongue. That alone felt fucking amazing.

It wasn’t until he grabbed some Vaseline from one of the cabinets that I remembered that massive mammoth of a dick was actually about to go into no-man’s-land.

“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck,” I mumbled when his finger started to probe me. Followed by something larger.

Dee growled and bit me on the neck. Yep, definitely a fucking lion.

“DeeDee, if you’re gonna pop my merry butt cherry, then I’m looking you in your fucking face while you do it.”

Dee stopped and the massive pressure on my hole stopped along with him. I yipped as Dee flipped me over without much effort and pressed himself between my legs again.

Wow. He was breathtaking. His body glistened with sweat while his cock was this bulgy, veiny monster ready to literally tear me a new asshole.

Here goes everything, I told myself. Then to Dee, I gulped and said, “I’m ready…”

It wasn’t a snarl this time. It was a combined groan-whimper-hiss that we both were making as he buried himself inside me.

“Holy fuck, this hurts!” I huffed out between strangled breaths. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not gay!”

Dee froze and chuckled low in his throat. “It only hurts with the head. Just give me a minute to hit your, uh, spot thing.”

“My what now? You’re about to come out my fucking mouth.”

“Your spot thing. I don’t know, okay?” He sighed. “I looked it up before. It takes a minute to find. Promise it will feel good when I do.”

He looked it up, huh? I wanted to make a mental note about that, but I was too busy feeling the intense need to shit. Which might have put a real damper on the moment.

“Well, okay, when will I know⁠—”

Oh. Oh, fucking fuck. Wow.

“That’s amazing, oh my god. I am gay! I’ve changed my mind again. Very gay. So gay. Oh, thank you for making me gay, universe,” I rambled on. Until Dee got into a rhythm that had us both seeing fucking stars.

The pain lessened, and I didn’t expect the kisses between thrusts but they made taking his cock so much better, while my brain had one word on repeat.

Love.

“Still think it was stupid?” I breathed on his lips.

“Yes.” He kissed me again. Harder. Like he hated the taste of me and couldn’t stop chasing it. The kiss was ugly. No hesitation. No tenderness. Teeth catching. Breath breaking.

My split lip stung and I kissed him harder because fuck him. Fuck the pain. Fuck Dee. Fuck every single year I had spent wanting this.