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“Hi. I’m a friend of Jason’s?”

The man blinked at me. “Ah. Okay. You want the usual?”

I had no idea what the usual was. I had plugged the address into my GPS with little idea of what I was getting myself into. Asking Jason for the small bit of information I did have had been unbearably awkward, which he made even more so by leering at me and winking. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement.

“Yeah,”

I said, with a confidence I definitely did not actually feel. “Jason’s usual.”

I gave my driver’s license to the attendant behind the plexiglass window. After scanning it over, he hit a button on the wall and a loud buzzer sounded, telling me the door had been unlocked.

I’d never been here before, but I’d heard a lot about the place from the other guys in the locker room at the gym. The 24-hour ‘Men’s Spa’ was less about relaxation and more about… blowing off steam, no pun intended.

I put the fake ID back into my wallet, and stuffed the leather bifold down into my front pocket. Once I walked through the door, the attendant handed me a rolled-up bath towel and a key hanging from an elastic band.

“Room 15,”

the attendant said, in a perfunctory fashion. “Down the hallway, past the saunas. It’ll be on the right.”

I gave a nod of acknowledgement and took the towel and key, not wanting to have any unnecessary conversation. Mainly, I just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

As I walked past the sauna, I could hear men moaning. I couldn’t help but look through the pane of clear glass. There were four men in the steam room, all completely naked. One of them was on their hands and knees getting fucked by an older guy while he sucked another man off on the bench. A voyeur in the corner was jerking himself as he enjoyed the show.

I hated how my body responded to the scene, my erection already straining. I pried my eyes away from the window and continued to my assigned room. I turned the key inside the knob’s lock, and the flimsy door gave way to a dim space the size of a massage room. A cot-style bed was pushed up against the wall, and a petite blond twink sat perched up the foot of it. He stared a bit as I opened the door, and immediately set his phone face-down on the small table next to a bottle of lube and a bowl of condoms.

“Hello,”

the guy said. He was bare-chested, his pale nipples standing at rock-hard attention from the drafty building. He was nice looking, if you were into over-the-top pretty boys, I guess. Maybe 19, I’d assume. Definitely no more than 20. He had full lips, a compact, tight body, and a thin gold ring in his nostril.

“Uh, hi.”

I made my way fully into the small room, closing the door behind me. I fought the urge to back fully into the door to leave as much space between us as possible.

“Michael, right?”

I nodded, confirming the name he’d been told well before I had gotten here.

He languorously unfolded himself from the bed and walked over to me. “I’m Tiegan,”

he said, raising his hands up to rest them on my pecs.

I grabbed his wrists like his touch would set me on fire. “Please don’t touch me,”

I told him, trying to keep my tone as even as possible.

He took his hands back and put them up apologetically. “Sorry. Is there anything else you’d like me to know?”

“Yes. I have a boyfriend, and I’m a virgin. I want to make sure I’m going to be a good sexual partner for him, and I especially don’t want to hurt him. I hate the fact that I’ve saved myself all these years for him, and now I’m going to blow that. But I just can’t think of any other way to make sure I at least have a baseline grasp on being a gentle, pleasure-giving top.”

Tiegan pursed his lip thoughtfully, understanding stretching across his face. “Your boyfriend is a very lucky guy.”

“I’m the lucky one,”

I said, feeling myself smile with just the memory of kissing him. Which reminds me. “No kissing, either. Please.”

He held up a placating hand. “Sure. Would you like to get undressed? How would you like to begin?”

“Um, shouldn’t I pay you first?”

“You’ll take care of all of that with Jason. I have nothing to do with the money part.”

Eager to get this awkward situation rolling, I began unbuttoning my shirt. Tiegan watched as I undressed, a crooked smile on his face like he appreciated what he saw. I hoped that he did, even if he was getting paid. If he liked my body, I reasoned, so might Alex.

I skimmed out of my jeans and kicked them aside, deciding to leave my briefs on until I had decided exactly how much I was going to commit to this learning experience.

“You’ve got a big dick,”

he said, unashamedly ogling my bulge before licking his full lips.

“There’s only one mouth that will ever be on my body again. Sorry.”

“That’s a shame, but you’re the boss. What’s next?”

“When’s the last time you were fucked?”

“Three days ago.”

“Have you opened yourself up?”

“I was instructed not to.”

“Good. Can you please take off your underwear and lie down on your stomach. I’d like to finger you.”

The boy nodded and did as he was told, slipping out of his thong, and climbing up onto the bed. “Do you want me on my hands and knees, or actually laying on my tummy?”

“Um, the second one. If you don’t mind.”

He got himself down on the cot and spread his legs out a bit, giving me a nice view of his hole as I stood over him at the foot of the cot.

“You have a nice pink hole,”

I told him. “If I weren’t committed, I’d love to taste it.”

He didn’t respond, which was for the best. “I’m going to touch you now. I don’t want to startle you…”

He nodded, and I ran my fingers along the crack of his ass, the pads of my fingers brushing against his entrance. I felt it pucker underneath my touch, and it sent a pang straight to my nuts.

I cleared my throat and leaned over to spit on him. I heard him sigh as I ran my index finger through the spit and brushed it all around the tight hole. I pushed my finger inside of him and he grunted.

“Is spit enough for one finger, or should I be using lube already?”

“Um, I don’t mind a little burn; I get off on it. But a good golden rule is that everything is always more comfortable with lube.”

“Okay, thank you.”

I pulled my finger out of him and grabbed the bottle of lube off the table.

“I should also note that, if you are going to eat him out first, he’s going to open up a lot easier and everything is gonna be a lot more slick. Just keep that in mind. If you get your boy good and aroused and slip your tongue in there a few times, you probably won’t need lube, at least for a finger or two. I can tell from your bulge you’ve got at least eight thick inches, so I would make sure he’s nice and loose, and you use an obscene amount of lubricant until you both get more comfortable with each other's bodies and limitations.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

I coated my pointer and middle finger in lubricant. “Do you prefer water-based or silicone based lubricant?”

“If we are just playing around a bit, some light fingering and making each other cum, I prefer water-based. It’s less messy. If you are going to fuck him, I would use silicone. It lasts longer and tends to be slippier, but messier in the clean-up.”

I brought my slicked up hand back to his ass and pushed my pointer finger into him.

“Mmm.”

I pumped my finger in and out of him slowly, my breath hitching as I watched the digit disappear inside of him. My dick strained against the fabric of my briefs. A weird blend of arousal and disgust eddied through my veins, hot and thick.

“Now, you’ll want to add some wrist motion as you are fingering me. A little back-and-forth will simulate a vibrating sensation. It feels good, and it will help loosen every- everything up f-faster.”

His breath hitched audibly. “Yep, just like that. In a minute or so, I’ll be ready for another finger. Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to let you go at your own pace?”

“Please tell me.”

He nodded, and let his head loll to the side and his mouth go slack. He certainly seemed like he was enjoying it, which gratified me. As much as I didn’t want to be engaging in any sexual act with anyone who wasn’t Alex, it made me feel a little better that I was giving him some pleasure. I wanted that for Alex. I wanted to make him feel good—to keep him satisfied and taken care of in every single way.

I pulled my finger out of the boy completely and pushed it back in. It went in far easier than it had just a minute or so ago. I took that as a ready sign, and slowly slipped my middle finger in alongside the pointer finger.

Tiegan moaned as he stretched around the digits. “Oh, yeah. Great job,”

he encouraged me. He lifted his left leg just a bit. “Now turn your hand palm and curl your fingers like you’re digging change out of a cash register…”

I did as I was told, and my fingers came into contact with a soft, spongy thing. It made Tiegan cry out. “Th-that’s what you’re gonna be looking fo- aww!”

Tiegan’s breath quickened. He had his mouth open and eyes closed as I curled my fingers inside of him. His soft skin had broken out in a sheen of sweat. I was, of course, faithful to Alex and only Alex, but I had to admit that he made an attractive picture. “Oh, yeah… you’re a natural,”

he groaned. “So fucking good. If we did this long enough, with those thick fingers of yours, I bet you could make me come just like this.”

“Is that a you thing, or an every boy thing?”

He huffed out a breath and chuckled. “That, I’m not sure. I have a feeling it won’t be long before you learn how to make him come undone. You’re very tender.”

“Am I being too soft? Should I be more aggressive?”

“With me? Yes. With your honeybun… again, I can’t answer that. You are going to have to get to know his b-”

Tiegan stopped mid-sentence as I quickened my pace and started jamming my fingers inside of him, my resolve beginning to give way.

I could feel the wet spot growing in my briefs as my heartbeat quickened, and my hands started to get shaky.

“Oh, fuck! Yes-s-s.”

He lifted his hips up off the cot an inch or so as he started bucking back on my fingers. I obliged him for a moment before pulling my fingers out. Urgency was clouding my brain. I needed to get all the information I could out of him in the next few seconds. My brain was becoming fuzzy, painting the room in splotches of crimson, and my cock was so fucking hard it was actually hurt.

“When you get fucked, do you prefer long, slow thrusts, or quick shallow bursts?”

I gritted out.

“Both,”

he breathed. “Start long and slow. As you get closer, switch to shorter thrusts against his prostate.”

“Get up. And bend over the side of the cot,”

I told him, my patience with him suddenly worn jagged and razor-thin.

He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at me.

“Now!” I barked.

The staccato demand was enough for him to jump to action. He got up off the cot and bent himself over. I grabbed the button-up shirt I’d tossed aside earlier, and made quick work of wrapping it around his head so I couldn’t see his face anymore. Some dim voice in the back of my head shouted down a long hallway that I should have some care for his breathing, but I ignored it.

“Don’t fucking move,”

I growled. “If you make a single noise, I’ll slit your throat. Do you understand?”

He didn’t respond, but every muscle in his body had tensed up. I grabbed a condom and, with one hand’s tremor-y fingers, rolled it down my engorged cock. I was so swollen that the condom felt painfully constricting. I’d never had one on before.

I pulled up the picture I had on my phone of Alex in the shower and laid the device on Tiegan’s back between his shoulder blades. I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed. I watched his hands curl into fists at his sides as I buried myself all the way in, but he didn’t make a sound.

I pulled back and slammed into him again, making the legs of the cot bang into the wall with my thrust. I started fucking him with a brutal pace, just wanting the whole thing to be over with as quickly as possible. I was so fucking close. If my dick got any bigger, I thought, the condom was going to pinch it off entirely.

Grabbing fistfuls of his ass for leverage, I plowed into him over and over again, the force causing my phone to roll off his back and onto the cot. Tiegan was like a puppet. A fuck-doll. The shirt swaddled his pretty head, and I tried to just focus on his body. His hole. He was something for me to use. A thing.

I closed my eyes and grunted as my balls drew up, his tight hole encompassing my cock like a sheath. I cried out long and loud as my thrusts became erratic, and my orgasm crashed over me. I immediately pulled out of him, spunk still erupting from my slit into the condom. “Get the fuck out,”

I panted. I had to get the fucking thing off of me.

At first, he didn’t move. I wasn’t actually sure if he’d heard me. There was a bestial roaring in my head that was threatening to leak from my ears. I couldn’t accurately gauge the sound of my own voice. “Get the fuck out!”

I screamed, tugging the condom off myself as my load dripped wetly across the tile floor.

He jumped up and pulled my shirt off of his head. His hair was mussed, and his face was very white. Despite everything, his cock was still hard as a rock. He looked terrified. Scrambling on the floor, he grabbed his thong and ran out of the room stark-naked, pulling the door closed behind him.

I blinked rapidly and stared at the floor, at the drippy trail of spunk that seemed to me like an accusation. The harsh overhead lights flickered, and nausea cramped my gut.

“I’m so sorry, Alex.”