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"You want to light up another or have you had enough? I'm not sure how much you need to talk yourself out of what's happening here," Ian says with a crooked grin that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

"I'm good," I say, still chuckling. "I'm just high enough to not be freaking out, but clearheaded enough to be in control of myself."

"You sure?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. "You're not going to wake up tomorrow and try to pretend I don't exist? Or that you don't like it when I make you cum."

A shiver runs from the top of my spine to the bottom, making my cock twitch. I don't have a response to refute what he's saying, choosing my next words carefully.

"I'm sorry if I was a dick. You just really bother me."

He cocks his head. "What about me bothers you, Mr. B?"

"First of all, that you're young enough to call me Mr. B."

"Do you prefer Daddy?"

"Absolutely not."

He hums noncommittally. "So, you're bothered by the fact that some young, hot piece of ass is into you?"

I scoff. "And that brings me to the second thing, your ever-present humble nature."

He grins, flashing me perfect, bright white teeth. Imagining him in braces helps me calm my rising libido. Dating someone half my age has never appealed to me, man or woman.

"And there's the whole thing about you being straight."

"Yeah, there's that."

Ian meets my eyes with a pointed look. "I don't think you're as straight as you think you are, Henry." The sound of my name on his lips makes blood rush to my groin, and Ian turns his pointed gaze to the way I grow at his attention.

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Henry's cockfills with blood, and my eyes are drawn to the sight of it. The magnificent thing that it is, it's even impressive flaccid, hanging between his legs where he sits at the side of the hot tub. But the moment it lurches to life, I want to jump on it. I want to touch and suck it until I have him crying my name.

He might think he's straight, but his cock clearly likes me.

I stand up and walk over to him, standing between his legs. I reach over and turn the jets off again, letting it grow still and quiet while I consider him. The longer I stare, the harder his cock gets, and I can't suppress my smirk.

"Don't be too flattered," he says in a deadpan voice.

Keeping my eyes on his, I duck my head and take him in my mouth, stroking and sucking him until he's hard as steel again. I keep my eyes on him as I rear back, one hand wrapped around his length, the other fondling his balls. My thumb rubs up and down the ridge of the vein on the underside of his cock. His lashes flutter closed, and I wait for his eyes on mine.

"Have you ever gotten hard for another man before?"

"No."

"But you are now."

"Yeah, I suppose I am," he says, sounding resigned. I chuckle at that, continuing to stroke him slowly.

Anytime he takes his eyes off me, I stop, only resuming once he's giving me his undivided attention.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low.

"Talking to you," I say, squeezing his tip and spreading a drop of pre-cum with my thumb.

"Mmmff."

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