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“Never mind,” Evan said. “So when did you guys discover you had a lot more biology in common?”

Tucker's expression shifted, the brightness of the memory dimming. “That’s just it. I’m not sure we ever did. I thought we did. I really wanted us to. But—”

Evan felt he knew where this was going. He tried to assist.

“Did you ever consummate this relationship, T?”

“Kind of.”

“What exactly happened?”

“He used to sleep over at the house on weekends, especially in the summer because of the pool. One Friday night, when we were in my room playing video games, he asked me if I wanted to look at some porn.”

Evan cocked his head, eyes wide.

“Yeah, and by this time, I was already falling hard for him. So, we’re sitting on the floor and Emmett reaches over into his backpack. He pulls out his laptop and starts typing. Next thing I know, we’re staring at a screen with two men and a woman. They’re going through the motions, you know, typical porn. Bad acting, ridiculous setup, then—whammo—sex is happening. They’re drilling this woman from both ends, but what I was noticing more was the swell in Emmett’s shorts.”

“Mm, hmm.”

“Then he asked me if the door was locked.”

“Pause. Just to be clear,” Evan said. “He knows your parents are gay, right?”

“Oh, yeah. In retrospect, maybe the pool was an excuse. His parents were pretty strict. He knew it would be better for us to be busted by my parents than his.”

“Makes sense.”

“Then he asks me if I have any lotion. Well, of course I do. I go to my nightstand drawer and get it, turn around and he’s sitting there on the floor, with his shorts and underwear pushed down around his ankles. Cock pointing straight up, stiff as a flagpole.”

Evan reached for his margarita glass. “What did you do?”

“I froze. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was looking up at me, all blue-eyed and innocent. So beautiful. And further down, I saw those thick thighs, and what was sticking up between them, what I had been imagining countless nights prior, only solo, and with the very same lotion in my hand. It was seconds, but it felt like forever, finally getting to see him, for real. He patted the carpet next to him, told me to take my shorts off and join him.”

Evan was mesmerized, listening to Tucker so attentively that he nearly toppled his drink when returning it to the table.

“Well, he didn’t have to tell me twice,” Tucker continued. “I handed him the tube, stepped out of my shorts and underwear, and sat down next to him. He squeezed some lotion into both of our hands, then reached over and started stroking me.”

“This is fantasy playbook 101,” Evan said. “Why couldn’t this ever happen to me at that age?”

“It was magic, let me tell you. But his eyes were glued to the laptop monitor and the two men with the woman. Not me though. My eyes were on his cock in my hand. He stroked me probably less than half a dozen times and I blew all over myself. After I settled, he asked me to use both hands on him, so I moved behind him, still sitting but straddling him. He wiped my stuff from his hands into my palms and said let’s go.”

Evan reached for the margarita pitcher and topped off both of their drinks with what remained, eyes pivoting between the task and Tucker.

“My cum, combined with the lotion, was even slicker. I had my arms wrapped around him, using both hands as he’d requested. Having him between my legs and arms got me hard all over again. My cock was pressed between us, rubbing up against his backside, hungry for seconds. We were so quiet that could hear his breath increasing. He was whispering, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, and I could feel the vibration of his voice on my face against his back. Hearing him and feeling him so close was overwhelming. My strength got away from me. I yanked him back on top of me, still stroking him double-fisted, but situating his ass crack to where it cradled me. You know what I mean?”

Evan nodded. “I do.”

“He blew his load, squirming on top of me, like a bug on his back. And as he bucked, his ass was like another hand down there, grinding me. God, it felt so good. I lost it again, in between us like a cum sandwich. All the time, wishing that I could have seen his face when he climaxed and released. Still, it was pretty fucking hot.”

“Uh, yeah. Most definitely.”

“Shortly after, Emmett stood, looking for something to clean up with. I got to my knees and held him there. I licked at his lower back, then spun him around and did the same with his stomach, savoring every bit and cleaning him completely. When I looked up, he gave me a curious, semi-disgusted look. What’s it taste like? He asked. I shrugged and said, lotion.”

Evan laughed. “That’s a great story. Not the whole picture, though, I’m gathering.”

“No. I don’t know why I told you all that, especially here, in a restaurant. It’s not very appropriate.”

“I don’t mind. I’m glad you did. It’s put things in context. Even if I am a little hot and bothered now.”