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It was like my hole loosened for it, almost like it was saying, come to Jesus.

I felt like the Energizer Bunny, like all I needed to do was charge my batteries and I just kept going and going and going. Like a horny little rabbit.

Sliding it from my body, I rubbed the bulbous tip over my balls and down my taint, drawing out my pleasure before going in for the kill.

A drop of precum released from my slit, dripping down my head, and I collected it with my finger and sucked it into my mouth. Salty, but good. Would Cass’s taste the same? My hand didn't feel as good as his had. Maybe his cum would taste even better than mine.

Sliding the toy back inside, I moved it in and out, building up the fire again, and then…

Fucking Christ! What in the blazing fireworks-inside-my-ass was that?! I brushed over the spot again, and again a holy light shone from my ass. I’d done it! I’d found the Holy Grail of butt-play pleasure. I’d found my prostate!

There was no way in hell I wouldn't come spontaneously the moment Cass knocked against my gland. There would be no stopping it and it would erupt like Old Faithful.

On my next pass, I dragged the toy slowly over my p-spot, creating the most delicious electric friction, and fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. A hot flush moved through my body like a heatwave, and milky seed pulsed from my cock.

My hand stilled, but I left Pinky inside of me, still vibrating softly, and watched in fascination as more cum dribbled from my slit. Jesus, this thing was the answer to the meaning of life, the world's most sought-after mystery. If I wasn't so late to the game, I could have made a fortune with this discovery!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

On the boat? Maybe up on deck? Fuck, no. Not the boat.

At my house? In my bed? The same bed Sam fucks me in? Shit, no. That’s a terrible idea. Plus, if—when—he regrets it and comes to his senses, he’ll never want to come over to my house again.

His house is out of the question for obvious reasons, namely, Brian.

My head was beginning to pound from going around in circles. There were no good options. Nothing I could provide was good enough for Nicky. He deserved… he deserved… I don’t know what the fuck he deserved. He deserved not to regret his first time.

He deserved something magical and unforgettable. He deserved to feel loved.

What if I hurt him? I mean, of course, it was gonna hurt. But more than the burning in his ass, his heart was going to hurt when I reminded him it was only one night. Nicky definitely didn’t deserve that.

I never wanted to make him feel rejected, not for one minute, but there was no way to avoid it. It’s not like I could give him what he wanted, despite what Sam said. His Daddy, ha! Please.

That only happened in porn, not in real life. Sam had been watching too much of that Too Taboo-Twinks site we’d subscribed to.

Fucking Sam. Whipping out my phone, I dialed his number.

“Help me.” The panic and desperation in my voice were clear.

“You’re spiraling, aren’t you?”

“I’m losing my fucking mind!”

“Where are you at? Catch me up.”

“I’ve already figured that nothing is good enough.”

“Not the house?”

“Of course not! When he realizes what a terrible mistake he’s made, he’ll never come over again.”

“Why not rent a hotel room?”

“Definitely not good enough. He’s not some paid escort. Hotels are anonymous and bland.”

Sam laughed. “So rent a nice one.”

“He deserves something memorable and magical.”

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