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Warm night air blew in from the window. Theywouldn’t need to hide beneath blankets tonight. That was good. Noahwanted to explore every inch of him. The glowing motel sign fromoutside cast a red light on his tanned skin. Noah found it erotic,so after nibbling his neck and licking a nipple, he sat up andreached over to turn off the bedside lamp. Now the unusual lighthad Harold’s skin glowing crimson, making him resemble the sexiestdevil imaginable. When he held out his arms, Noah would have gladlysigned over his soul if that was the required price. He tumbledinto that embrace, Harold rolling over on top of him as theykissed. Noah was on the verge of crying. This is what he needed.Not a small town populated by judgmental minds, but someone wholoved him for who he was.

Strange how emotions could manifestphysically. Sorrow became tears, happiness a grin, and love… Aracing heart, flushed skin, dilated pupils, and yeah, his bodyreacted in other ways too. The right sort of love could transforminto lust. Noah wanted nothing more than to go down on Harold, tohelp the emotional merge with the physical, but when he tried rise,Harold pressed down gently on his chest.

“Nuh-uh. I’ve been waitingway too long for this.” He sidled down, taking hold of Noah’s dickand gazing at it with wonder. “And speaking of long…”

Noah was no stranger to cock worship. Mostguys acted impressed, but that didn’t mean they knew what to dowith it. In fact, some were especially incompetent about handlingthe extra inches. It remained to be seen if Harold could— Whoa! Wowwow wow! Ten minutes later Noah was still gasping for breath andpounding the mattress. Harold definitely knew what he was doing;changing techniques, lolling his tongue around the head, nibblinghis inside thigh playfully, and making Noah feel like he had neverexperienced a real blow job until tonight.

“Hold up,” Noah gasped. “Ijust need to run a quick errand. Think they sell engagement ringsaround here somewhere?”

Harold freed his mouth so he could laugh. “Ican do this all night. How much sleep were you hoping to get?”

“None, but I need a breakor I’ll go crazy.”

“No problem.” Haroldflopped over, on the same level now, and put his hands behind hishead. “How should we pass the time?”

Noah didn’t need to be a mind reader. Heeagerly went down on Harold, breathing in his scent and reveling inthe taste, but still it wasn’t enough. Maybe because Noah had donethose things with other guys recently. What he felt needed to beexpressed with a grander gesture. One that had begun the othernight until Noah chickened out. Now he was fearless. He moved upand swung a leg over, bringing his butt down to sit on Harold’scrotch.

Harold looked concerned. “Are you sureit’s—”

“Yes,” Noah said. He was asclean and ready as could be reasonably expected. Physically, atleast. Mentally he was still a little scared, but he would dothis—doanything—to make Harold understand. Noah was giving up more than hisvirginity. He was giving away his heart.

“There’s a little bottle inmy overnight bag,” Harold breathed. “A condom too.”

Noah rushed to get both before he couldsecond-guess himself. He handed the lube to Harold, unsure of whatto do with it. He understood the basics, of course, but the finerdetails remained a mystery.

“Just relax,” Harold said.“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Kiss me.”

That he could do! Noah leaned over, barelyflinching when Harold rubbed a lubricated finger between his cheeksbefore sliding it inside.

The second finger and third finger wheremore of a challenge, but Harold’s other hand reached down to strokehim, keeping the pleasure going until the fingers started toenhance instead of distracting from it. Then they pulled out.

“You’re getting close,”Harold said, squeezing the head of his cock to bring him back fromthe brink. “I’m not done with you yet. Are you ready?”

“For you,” Noah said,rolling over onto his back.

Harold chuckled. “It’s easier if you rollover and—”

“I know, and I don’t care.I want you on top of me.”

Harold shook his head. “I know what I’mdoing. We should start in a different position.”

“It’s my religiousupbringing,” Noah joked. “Anything but the missionary position is asin.” In truth, if he was going to do this, he wanted to givehimself over completely and not be in control. Besides, he hadenough experience with Ryan to know just how much roughness a guycould take. He could handle this.

“I’ll go slow,” Haroldsaid, still unsure.

“Only at first, I hope,”Noah replied. Once Harold was suited up, between his legs, andpressing against him, he didn’t feel as confident. When the headslid inside, Noah felt grateful that Harold wasn’t hung like a pornstar. “Wait!” he hissed. “Don’t move.”

“Keep talking to me,”Harold said. “That’s important. Let me know when you’re ready formore, or if you want me to back off.”

The pain was receding, so Noah went in for akiss until it disappeared. Then he nodded, and Harold moved slowly.The motion felt good, although each time he went deeper becameanother test of his determination. Each time Noah focused on thelove he felt. It would see him through this. Harold took his time,always easing off when asked to, until he was finally insidecompletely. The pain had gone. Noah moaned, clutching at Harold andpulling him closer.

“What do you think?” Haroldwhispered in his ear.

That I love you!The words came out as a shapeless sigh instead,Noah straining to kiss Harold’s shoulder. “More.”

“That’s all I’ve got!”Harold said with good humor, but he understood and started movingin a shallow rocking motion that steadily built in tempo. “Somelike it soft and gentle…”

Noah was already convulsing with pleasure,but he was willing to see if he could feel even more. “I won’t knowuntil we try.”