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Because there wasn’t just a big ol’ bottle of lube.

“Dude…” I said, staring at the setup he had in the drawer—not the tissues or the suspiciously shaped velvet bag.

No, it was the giant black fucking butt plug just sitting there smack-bang in the middle, all innocent like.

Like, it wasn’t exactly the size of my fist, but holy shit.

“Alex, what the fuck is this?”

I grabbed it instantly, yanking it out of the drawer, holding it over him like a trophy. His look of pure horror meant there was no way I was leaving it alone. I needed answers.

“Is this why my fingers went into you so easily the last time?” I twirled the plug between my fingers as he scrambled away fromme on the bed. But I had my hand on his cock and I wasn’t letting him go.

“Is this why your ass could suck up three of them like that? It wasn’t just from you playing with yourself, was it?”

He was getting redder and redder. We were reaching nuclear meltdown levels way faster than I predicted, and it was amazing. It was seriously so much fun dangling it over his head and watching him squirm.

“Does this mean you’ve been fucking yourself but going around calling yourself a virgin?” I gave a low whistle as I lowered it to my cock, comparing the size.

“This thing is so big, it looks like it could destroy your ass.” I laughed. “It’s almost as thick as my dick!”

He’d pressed his arm over his eyes to avoid me, but I wasn’t letting him get away. It was way too interesting.

“Yeah, almost,” he said quietly, and I suddenly froze again.

I could have got it wrong; my massive ego might just be jumping the gun again, but maybe he was saying what I actually thought he was saying.

“Hey.” I gripped his arm and pulled it away so I could look at his face. “What do you mean by almost?” I asked, searching his expression for any clues. “How long have you had this thing for?”

He bit his lip, and my 250-pound ice hockey star looked so cute, I nearly gave up the conversation to kiss him again.

Brad

“Alex, answer me. What do you mean by ‘almost’?”

I wasn’t exactly the brainiest guy in the world, and maybe my thoughts raced at a million miles an hour sometimes. Like, raced so hard I kind of didn’t listen properly or missed something seriously fucking important, like my best friend maybe being in love with me.

But I didn’t miss that.

“I just…” Alex gasped as I gave him another easy stroke. “I just mean that maybe I’ve been preparing myself in advance.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to stay a virgin forever.”

“You literally just said your butt plug is almost as big as my cock. Do you mean my cock, as inmycock? Or it just happens to be my cock? Because I need fucking answers here.”

Like how long had he been thinking about my cock sinking into his ass? How long had he been hoping or wishing or even fucking praying that I’d be his first fuck?

“Does that mean you’ve been preparing for me the whole time?”

“No, I just…I’ve had it for a while, but…” He avoided my eyes again as he mumbled, “I needed to build up to it.”

I was learning pretty quickly that Alex had this special ability to make me absolutely lose my mind. And saying something like that was a one-way trip to the asylum.

“Wait, hang on.” I had to shake my head to catch up. “How long have you had these? Are you telling me you came out to parties and stuff with one of these buried in your ass?”

He instantly pressed his hands back over his face and groaned. He didn’t need to say anything. That was enough.

He was so amazing that my cock went into seeker mode. Need pulsed through me at the thought of us standing around, chatting to the guys while Alex’s ass was squeezed around the thing in my hand.

“Oh, my God. What about whenever we were out at the food hall? Or out at a bar? Or went for jogs? Holy shit, Alex…did you wear one of these things while we were at practice?”

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