Page 40 of Big Britches

“Don’t be so modest. You’re quite tasty. And I don’t know about you, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that with a man since I was—I don’t know—ten? Twelve? More than a decade, for sure.”

Pedro dropped his arm, but remained flat, panting. He felt Titus take his cock again, but this time more gingerly, lifting it out of the way as he licked around it. Curious, Pedro propped up on his elbows and observed.

When Titus finished, he lapped at the back of his hand, cleaning himself like a cat. “Finger-licking good,” he said, grinning.

“You’re an animal.”

“We’re all animals.”

“Are you really a virgin?”

He nodded. “With men. What about you?”

“No.” Pedro sat up. “But after that, I feel like I might as well have been.”

“But I’m not your first.”

Pedro took Titus’s face in his hand. “No. You’re wrong. I think this is a first… for both of us. Even though you were married?—”

“It was never that good,” Titus said.

“Because you longed for something else. And even though I experimented with guys in Mexico… teenage stuff?—”

“You longed for something else, too. Here, maybe?”

“Yes. In the States. You made me break a promise, T.”

“What’s that?”

“I promised myself I wouldn’t have sex until I was a citizen.”

“How long is that?”

“Five years. Maybe longer.”

“Whoa. I don’t recommend waiting. Believe me, I speak from experience.”

Pedro rested his hands on Titus’s shoulders. “Then it’s your turn,” he said. “You’ve been waiting longer than me.”

Titus kissed Pedro. lifting him off of the edge and back into the water. “In a minute. I’m good right now. I wanted to take care of you first. I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you. But I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Well, you’re not. You’re with me.”

“Mi gordo.”

Titus was moving to deeper water again, Pedro in tow. “Did you just call me fat?”

Pedro laughed. “It doesn’t just mean that. It means… large, as in my big love.”

“Hmm. Does that mean you love me, Pedro?”

“It’s a term of endearment. But you make it quite hard not to.”

Titus stopped in the center of the pool, squeezing Pedro to him. “Good. Cause I don’t get out much, you know? I kind of see you as a gift.”

“See only me.”