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Michael flashed me a grin, then grabbed me behind my knees and rolled my body up slightly so that my entrance was exposedfor him. Then he dropped down and I felt his breath on my tender flesh.

When his hot, wet tongue found my hole, my eyes widened and I let out a sharp, startled noise. The sensation of it was… incredible. Little shockwaves of pleasure flowed through me, and though it should have been weird to have another man’s tongue on me there, it was Michael. So it wasn’t weird at all. Instead, all I felt was a spreading desire and a deep satisfaction.

Yes, that spot was for pleasure. I’d never realized how good it could feel to have someone give me attention there. But as I writhed and gasped from his attentions, feeling his tongue lave against my hole, my desire for more grew.

“Michael,” I begged, my eyes rolling up in my head. “That feels incredible but stop fucking torturing me. I need to know how it feels to have you inside me.”

“Soon, I promise,” he told me, pulling his face away from my hole.

I heard a small snicking noise. Presumably the lid on the lube being popped.

Then he found my hole again with one slick finger.

I felt a moment of hesitation, of trepidation, as I realized I was about to be entered for the very first time. But before I could say anything—not that I was going to stop him—he slid into me.

My eyes widened again.

There was flickering instant of pain.

But then he found a place inside of me that I hadn’t known existed—even with all of my hesitant experimentation—and he massaged it gently. His touch sent more shockwaves of pleasure roaring through me.

“That’s it,” he breathed, his eyes on me and his lips parted. “Relax for me, Danny.”

I nodded, feeling my body do exactly that at his command. Like I wanted nothing more than to give him everything he wanted.

“You’re being so good for me,” he said. “I’m going to put in a second finger now. And if it hurts or if you don’t like it, tell me and we’ll stop. We don’t need to rush any of this.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

He slipped a second finger into me. The sensation wasn’t bad at all. It was a delicious sort of fullness that my body seemed to be craving. I wanted more. And with both fingers, he massaged the pleasure spot within me, and my cock jerked on my stomach, leaking precum.

“Does it hurt at all?”

I shook my head, letting out a groan of pleasure. “No, it feels incredible. I had no idea it would feel so good.”

Without warning, Michael took me in his mouth.

The sensation of his hot, wet lips over my aching hardness, combined with the feel of his fingers inside of me—he slid another one in while I bucked and gasped against him—was almost enough to send me over the edge.

And some last little speck of resistance I’d been feeling melted away. All I wanted was to feel Michael—all of Michael—buried deep inside of me.

He gently pulled his fingers out of me, working me in his mouth a moment longer. His practiced tongue laved over my head, eliciting another startled noise from me.

Had that ever felt so good?

If it had, I couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter anyhow. The only thing that mattered was that Michael was here with me.

He pulled off me and I watched as he lubed himself up.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” Michael asked, looking up and catching my gaze. “We don’t need to—”

“Yeah, we do,” I told him, taking him by the hand and pulling him on top of me again. “I need you inside me, Michael. I want this.”

I brought my knees to my chest so that he would have a better angle. I’d watched quite a bit of gay porn over the last few months, trying to make myself want to try any of it at all with him. And now that Ididwant to do this, I was grateful that I knew how some of the mechanics differed with two men.

Michael’s eyebrows shot up with surprise.You’ve been watching gay porn?

The memories of me learning how to prep myself crashed through us. Followed by the dildo I’d purchased on the sly. And my fumbling attempts to use it to get acclimated to the sensation of being penetrated. And those memories were thick with my conviction that I would force myself to be what he needed. And woven through everything, the fear that he would leave.