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Jack's hole was resistant, but Demarco's tongue was persistent... all at once, Jack's entire body shuddered.

"Oh, God!" Jack said, almost shouting. Demarco felt the large, firm man's flesh begin to soften. He continued tonguing his hole and grabbed Jack's semi-hard member, tugging him as if milking a cow.

"Oh, wow... uh... I wouldn't do that for long."

"Relax, baby," Demarco said. "I won't let you... not yet."

Demarco stood, the single faucet splashing water on his lower back. He opened the tube of lube and got a generous helping on his middle and forefingers. When he found Jack's hole again, it was still tight—virginal tight—but he massaged around it with the slick jelly.

Jack sighed.

"See? It's nice, right?"

Jack nodded, unable to speak.

Demarco eased his forefinger into Jack's opening. Jack accepted it with a grunt. Demarco wiggled it around a bit, then exchanged it for his longer middle finger. Jack seemed to be taking that well, so Demarco slipped the finger out and then squeezed both in.

"Oomph!" Jack said.

"You're doing great."

Demarco was as hard as a rock, the same magic juju that enabled him to perform for senators and congressmen had returned. He was ready. He put the condom on.

Maybe I really am vers, he thought. But, when he looked at Jack bent over, he thought,not really... and neither is he.

"Are you still certain?"

"Yeah, D. I'm good. Bring it on, Mandingo."

Demarco chuckled. "OK. Your safe-word is...stop."

Jack nodded.

Demarco pressed the head of his cock into him.

"Whoa! That's something." Jack said, and Demarco tried not to laugh.

"It's just a little."

"I know, I know. I'm acclimating. I'm acclimating."

"Why don't you take over, Jack? Just ease backward at your own speed."

Jack was still nodding, his hands firmly against the tile walls. "OK, here goes." He pushed and Demarco slipped in another inch or so.

"Oh, oh, oh! Wow... and you're sure that's your dick, not a 2x4?"

"Just me, Jack."

"Feels like a goddamn truck!"

Demarco took the initiative, reaching around with both hands and finding Jack's nipples. They were like tiny little diamonds. He massaged them while the hot water cascading over his back. Jack relaxed the tiniest bit... so Demarco pressed forward a little more.

"Wait, wait, wait."

This time Demarco had to laugh. "It's OK to say the word, Jack. You don't have to prove anything to me. Some people are just... tops. And I'm glad you are, believe me."

"No, no. I can do this. I'm gonna count to three... and I want you to go all in."