Page 103 of The Barkeep and the Bro

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MITCH

The next morning, I woke up to birds chirping, sun streaming in through the window, and my ass clenched.

Yeah, I was nervous.

I had never bottomed before, not in all my years of being out and proud. It wasn’t like I’d had much sex. The whole raising a kid and running a business had sapped much of my energy. Jerking off was the more time-efficient means of getting off.

It wasn’t something that had crossed my mind until Charlie brought it up last night. He looked so excited at the possibility that I instantly agreed without thinking about what it would entail.

Mytail. Getting railed.

I wasn’t against the idea. I wanted to give it a try. I was nervous.

But there was nobody else in this world with whom I wanted to try new things.

He turned to me with his sleepy grin that stole my heart each and every morning we woke up together. His eyes blazed with heat, and my dick jumped in response. That was the beauty of dating a twentysomething. They were always raring to go.

We kissed good morning, which quickly turned into tongues swashbuckling in the space between our mouths. His hands raked through my chest hair and up to my beard. He was obsessed with my beard. He was trying to grow one himself. The hair was patchy, but it would fill in. He’d also grown his hair out on his head—and downstairs. He was morphing into my little lion man; being around him meant having an erection for most of the day.

He pushed me back on the bed and ran his tongue down my neck, then kissed down my chest and belly until he slowly pulled down my boxers. My cock bounced out in the air, engorged and dotted with pre-come. He stroked me while tonguing my balls. I cried out in pleasure and willed myself not to shoot. He met my eyes and winked at me.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“I had some very interesting dreams. And I’m ready to make them a reality.”

He lifted my legs. Cool air hit my hole.

“Wait.”

“What?”

I exhaled a deep breath. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was nervous about. Pain? Not being in control? Could an old dog learn new tricks?

Charlie put a comforting hand on my chest. “Mitch, do you trust me?”

It was an unexpected question that threw me off. “Yeah, of course.”

“I don’t want to do this to check something off a list or reclaim my quote-unquote manhood. I want to be closer to you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He leaned over me, and our lips met in a sweet kiss. I threaded our fingers together over my chest and gazed into his warm chocolate eyes. I was sharing a new part of myself with Charlie. My heart surged with relief and confidence. This was going to be incredible.

“All right. Let’s do this.” He winked at me before moving back down south.

His tongue flicked on my hole. I gasped. He kept going, swirling around and unlocking new sensations within me.

I fisted the sheets as a guttural moan ripped out of me. His tongue fucked me up good, flitting in and out of my hole. Jolts of ecstasy hit my balls. His hands fluttered the hairs on the backside of my upper thighs.

He slipped a finger inside me, and I wondered why the hell I was so nervous in the first place. The feeling far exceeded the times I’d put my own finger down there.

“Fratboy, this feels so good.” I writhed on the bed, my cock flopping against my thick legs straight in the air.

“Damn, you are tight, Boss.”

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