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Tyler didn’t let up as he swooped in with a kiss.

Unlike our first, he kissed with confidence, his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer.

He held me as if he’d never let go. His lips held their position, squished against mine until they parted, his tongue grazing the tip of mine.

A simple gesture, and I could feel the tightness in my jeans.

Tyler didn’t have to work hard to motivate.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mumbled.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you adjusting yourself at the dunk tank.”

I had been found out. Good. I wanted him to know my body reacted to the sight of him in nothing but underwear.

If I had my way, we’d be living a clothing-optional lifestyle.

Socks. I’d let him wear socks and nothing else.

It’d make going to the grocery store interesting, but I’d proudly show off my erection every time he suggestively handled a zucchini.

Tyler reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it in the hallway. Before I could run my hands through that beautiful chest hair, he pulled my shirt up, pulling it off and casually flinging it over the stair banister.

He sidestepped the awkward linger and moved into the sexy time dilemma. Did we drop our pants here? Move to the living room? I’m not sure if his kitchen table could hold me? The bedroom? There were so many flat surfaces we needed to christen.

“Bedroom.” My boyfriend read me like a book. He turned and darted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The eagerness had me laughing. “Better hurry up,” he shouted. “Or I’m starting without you.”

“Damn, you’re hot,” I mumbled.

I ran up the stairs, fumbling with the button on my jeans. I could hear clothes hitting the floor and the springs of his bed. Just the thought was enough to have my cock aching to come out and play. Reaching the landing, I turned into the bedroom.

I barely had time to take in the beautiful man in his briefs when I tripped over his pants. I spun about, arms flailing as I tumbled onto the bed, landing between his legs. Graceful it was not; I got a close-up view of the curves of his bulge… being clumsy worked in my favor.

“Are you alright?”

I kicked off my jeans in the least sexy way.

Looking up his body, my cheeks turned red as he watched.

Something about seeing this beautiful bear laid out in bed with me between his legs made me as nervous as that first kiss.

No. Not nervous, excited, anxious, eager.

I never wanted this sensation to fade. Each time I caught him watching me, I wanted the butterflies in my stomach to flutter.

I kissed his thigh.

Tyler had enough hair on his legs that it tickled my nose as I moved from one to the other.

I wanted my lips to touch every inch of him.

With each kiss, I moved forward, dragging myself up his leg.

I reached the bottom of his boxer briefs, eyes focused on the growing tent in his underwear.

There’d be plenty of nights for me to learn his body.

I’d have it memorized in time, but right now, I needed to see him naked.

As I reached under his butt, Tyler lifted his ass off the bed.

I pulled his underwear off, his legs pressed against my chest. Damn.

Maybe I needed to draw him like one of my French girls.

The sight of him relaxed, legs on my shoulder and his cock standing proud.

It was almost too much to handle. I wanted to show him some radical love all night long.

His eyebrow moved up. “It’s yours if you want it.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled. I had been prepared to climb on top and milk him until he came in me. Burying my cock in him hadn’t crossed my mind. Now, it was all I could think about. I called myself a bottom, but now I was feeling bottom-flexible.

I pushed down my underwear, my cock springing to attention. Inching forward, the heat from his ass was enough for me to reconsider tonight’s activities. Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, I also detected a hint of nervousness.

“Been a while?”

“You could say that.”

I recognized that look. My eyes widened. “You’ve never bottomed?”

That smirk, it’d get me into trouble every time. “Is it cheesy to say I was waiting for the right guy?” My heart and my cock leapt.

“So cheesy,” I said with a smile. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” We might have shared our first kiss, but there had been a series of firsts with other men. Something about this, about sharing another first-time experience, felt like it had been decades in the making.

I inched forward. His head shot up when I brushed against his ass. “Be gentle.” He stretched for the nightstand, wiggling himself along the bed until he grabbed a clear bottle. This would require more than spit or precum. If I was going to fuck Tyler for the first time, he’d need plenty of lube.

“I’ll see what I can do.” I shot him a wink.

With a few pumps, he filled his hand with the clear liquid. He reached between his legs, struggling to do a sit-up. I groaned when he grabbed my cock, coating it in lube. With a few more strokes, I didn’t need any more encouragement. I moved into place, taking the bottle from his hand.

“Going to need more than that.” With a few more pumps, the lube dripped down the crack of his ass. I used my cock to rub it into place. The moment the head touched his hole, his eyes widened, and he moaned.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

I held my cock, pushing my hips forward enough for the head to vanish. Tyler groaned, his fingers digging into the comforter. I held still, a low moan starting in the back of my throat. Tight. Hot. Amazing. I could have stayed here and spent the evening in bliss.

“Relax,” I whispered. Each kiss was gentle, before moving to his other leg.

I returned to studying him, pressing my lips against the bone in his ankle, just beneath a small scar.

I wanted to thrust forward and bury myself in him, but I forced myself to wait.

Tyler’s first time needed to be memorable. Same for his second… third…

“You’re huge,” he said with a slight laugh. “Did your dick get bigger?”

“That’s what you get for being sexy.”

“A burden I bear.” He pulled at the comforter, taking another inch of my cock. He felt amazing. It had been years since I topped a guy, and never in my life, somebody as amazing as him. The universe tested my patience, and I gave, sliding a little more inside him.

“I want you in me,” he mumbled. That made two of us. He squeezed, and I couldn’t help but moan. If this was his first time, he had taken notes while watching porn. “Slow,” he whispered.

I pulled back a little before pushing forward. His head tilted back as he growled. Slowly, I worked a little more inside him. His cock had gone soft when I started, but now, as I stretched him open, I could see a steady drip of precum. Each time I slid inside him, he stiffened.

His body relaxed as I reached that magical spot. It was as if he let out a breath, and the tension in his body vanished. That was my cue to shimmy forward, burying my cock in my boyfriend’s not-so-virgin ass. When my balls pressed against his ass, his head tossed back and forth, mumbling.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He repeated. “Wait.” He begged. “You’re so big.” Why, thank you. “It feels fucking amazing.”

“Yes, it does,” I said. Pulling his legs tight to my chest, I savored the skin contact. Inside and out. “Ready?”

He nodded.

Lucky for him, it had been so long since I topped; it’d be a quick experience. If he loved it, it wouldn’t take much coaxing to go again. Who knows, maybe this was the start of my power-topping era?

With one more kiss to his calf, I shifted my hips, sliding out of him. One-second wait, and then the length of my cock inside. I spread his legs, leaning down for a kiss. The challenge of bellies, topping, and kissing. I slid out of his ass as I stole a kiss.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered between fevered kisses.

“Didn’t plan on it.”

I sat upright, grabbing him by the thighs. With a wiggle of my hips, my cock found its home and slid in. I continued a steady in and out, every few strokes, burying the length inside my beautiful bear of a boyfriend. His eyes were shut, and his moaning constant.

When I wrapped a lubed hand around his cock, his upper body almost shot up off the bed. I had given that look plenty of times in my life. “Play with my cock, and I’m going to come.”

I tightened my grip as I picked up the pace.

The warm tightness around my cock was enough to make me come.

But more than that, the thought of being Tyler’s first…

another first, made it even more amazing.

The first to fuck him. The first to breed him.

We’d be seeing what other firsts we could discover together.

I tried my luck and slammed into him. He moaned, and his cock thickened. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as my strokes turned erratic. He grunted, his hips lifting off the bed. That was my cue to stop holding back. With a few fast strokes, I sank into Tyler.

“I’m coming,” I moaned. I didn’t need to move as my muscles tensed, my balls drawing tight against my body. My cock twitched, thickening as the electricity along my skin forced cum inside my boyfriend.

“Holy shit,” he moaned. I squeezed his cock, giving it just enough encouragement… his ass tightened, and I howled. He shot into the air, the first rope of cum suspended in my chest hair. The next coated my belly. A few seconds later, we were both panting.

I collapsed forward, holding myself up with the hand not covered in lube and cum. It was almost comical as I groaned, pulling my cock free. We both let out a slight hiss. With his legs locked around my waist, he pulled me forward.

“Damn,” he muttered before kissing me. I wiggled my hips, my cock still sliding between his cheeks. “Don’t go getting ideas. It’ll be a while before we do that again.”

I rolled to my side, his legs still wrapped around me.

I wasn’t done kissing Tyler. There would never be enough kisses to satiate me.

After that, it only confirmed that he had been a missing puzzle piece in my life.

I prepared to call Firefly my home, but in truth, it had been home for a long time.

It took me a while to realize that. It became home twenty years ago when a nervous boy kissed an equally nervous boy.

Here, this place, this man, this was home.

“Should we go hop in the shower?”

Tyler chuckled, and then, as he shook his head, he started to snort. I’d never tire of that goofy laugh. It warmed my heart and made the hair on my skin stand on end.

“Oh, no,” he whispered. “Now it’s your turn.”

I rolled onto my side, ready to feel my boyfriend buried inside me. At home, right where we were meant to be.