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His brow furrows. “I would never. I’m telling you, anything you do is going to be wonderful.”

Despite reassurances, I feel insecure. He may worry about whether or not I’m all in, but I worry just the same about him. He may grow tired of me never knowing what I’m doing. Maybe my inexperience will grow tiresome and boring. Maybe he’ll want to be with someone who knows how to give good head and will have no qualms about fucking him.

Not that I have qualms, but I am a bit nervous about taking that final step and fucking him.

I already know that I’m Beau-sexual, but I think that perhaps sticking my dick in his ass will make me gay. Or some form of it.

“Don’t be nervous, Max. I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

I nod and then without any more hesitation, I remove his legs from mine and turn my body around, so my thighs are near his face. Beau’s intake of breath tells me that he knows what we’re going to do.

“Fuck me. I am a dead man,” he murmurs and then shifts us, guiding me, until we’re both in the perfect position. “Dead, Max. Dead,” he murmurs before his mouth engulfs my dick without hesitation, and I groan at the sensation of his cheeks hollowing around my cock.

My hips thrust forward and he gags slightly, but it doesn’t deter him. He just seems to suck even harder, making my eyelids flutter closed in euphoria.

His cock hits my cheek and I peel one eye open, remembering that I’m supposed to return the favor. So I do. My lips part and I take his dick into my mouth. I was so worried about not liking this, but the more I do it, the more amazing it seems to become.

I love learning what he likes, figuring out the puzzle pieces of Beau.

And I sure do like hearing him moan for me.

As my head bobs, I reach out and slide a finger up his crack and press against his hole.

I want inside it. I want to fuck him with my fingers. Want to see what it’s like when a part of me is inside of him like this.

Popping off him, I reach for the lube in my drawer. But instead of letting me go, Beau just chases my cock with his mouth, licking and sucking with such eagerness. His teeth scrape my dick, and I hiss.

“Careful, Bow-tie.”

He laughs softly. “You were trying to take it away. I can have a bit of an oral fixation at times.”

“Yeah, well, don’t bite my dick off. I need it.”

I waggle the lube before him, and he groans lowly, pulling his leg up a little further and making himself more accessible to me.

“You don’t mind?”

“Never ask me that again or I will murder you.”

I grin at him and with a flip of the cap, I coat my fingers and rub the lube around his hole while taking him back into my mouth.

He pulls me back into his mouth, sighing contentedly as I push my finger gently into him. The lube makes entrance easy, and before I know it, I’m knuckle deep inside. He’s warm, soft, and tight. I swivel my finger around, and he moans at the feeling of me stretching him open. I love that he’s letting me do this, that he’s always open to me, an inexperienced guy, trying new things with him. With a flick of my wrist, I start to finger him in earnest, the sound of the lube squelching as I move.

“More. I want more,” he says, and so I add a second in. Now it’s impossibly tight and I wonder how his ass can handle a dick. Mine is so much bigger than two fingers.

Beau’s ass is a miracle worker, apparently.

I’m scissoring him open now before adding a third finger, making him writhe against me. I can tell he’s close by the desperate sounds he’s making and the way his body shakes.

And a few seconds later, he comes on a cry. I continue to slowly fuck my fingers into him until he finally stops trembling and is just holding me against his tongue.

Pulling my dick from his mouth, I scramble up onto my hands and knees.

“Wait, I wasn’t done with you,” Beau protests, but I ignore him. I have other plans for his ass.

Flipping him over onto his stomach, I squirt more lube down his crack and hover over him, my dick slotted in his ass crack. His head is turned, his lips parted slightly, his fingers clutching the sheets.

“You look so hot like this,” I say before canting my hips and making my cock slide up his crack.




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