Page 43 of The Flirty Vet

Let me rephrase that, I can do anything he wants me to do to him. And, mate, is my mind running away with all sorts of delicious possibilities.

Col approaches me. Slowly. He eyes me up and down. A smirk curls around his lips, desire raging in his eyes.

The ambient yellow glow of the room hits his body just right, showing off every angle, every line, every ridge of muscle beautifully.

Especiallythatmuscle.

He may not be as big as me—few are—but his cock is fat and his balls are full.

More importantly than that, though, unlike at Bondi, Col's focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Me.

My pulse pounds in my neck.

I'm ready.

More ready than I've ever been. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want Col.

But I also want to make this special for him.

"Wait." I place out my palm, and he walks until his chest presses into it. "You've only had sex with a guy once before, right?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"But wait, isn't that what you told me in Sydney?"

I know I was hammered, but I wouldn't forget a detail like that.

He guides my hand down his smooth chest, over the firm ridges of his abs, letting go only once we reach his tidy patch ofpubic hair as if wordlessly saying,I think you can handle things from here.

I grab his cock and give it a few rough tugs. His eyes change colour, clouding over.

"I said I had sex with a guy once. Not that I had sex with one guy."

"I don't get it." Is my brain too horned up that it's unable to process what he's saying, or is what he's saying not making any sense? "What's the difference?"

"The difference is…" He lifts a finger on one hand. "I had sex one time."

He brings up four fingers on his other hand. "With four guys."

My cock leaps to attention. "Well, well, well, I'm fucking impressed."

"I can see that. That's why you don't have to worry about breaking me in. I'm good."

I want to know more about this story because it's classic Col, a mixture of shyness and wildness—I've only had gay sex once, but it was a gang bang with four other dudes—but I don't want us getting sidetracked. What's about to go down is way overdue.

I let go of Col and rest my hands on my hips, then shimmy from side to side. My steel rod of a cock swings with the movement. "So ya reckon you'll be able to handle this?"

He waves a hand. "Piece of cake."

I stop shimmying and clear my throat.

"Okay, very big piece of cake."

I clear my throat again, more powerfully this time.

"Fine. Biggest piece of cake I've ever had."