Page 33 of New Neighbor

“Good to know.”

Mac kissed him… finally. He captured Benji’s mouth, kissing him greedily. Their naked bodies writhed together, hands reaching… massaging… tweaking…

Benji moaned against Mac’s mouth… but a thought came to mind. He pulled his lips away and looked up. “I need you to know… I’ve never been with a guy.”

Mac slowed his movements. “You haven’t?”

“No.”

Mac looked down. “Curious? Am I an experiment?”

“I’m bi,” Benji said. “I’ve known it a long time.”

“But never acted on it.”

“I was scared,” Benji admitted. “Scared what my family and friends would say.”

“And now you’re not?”

Benji eyed him. “No… I’m still scared. But for the first time, the desire I feel is bigger than the fear.”

A smile crossed Mac’s lips. “Good answer.”

Mac left a hot trail down Benji’s body, heading for the hard cock jutting between his legs. One strong hand gripped the base first, before a hot mouth licked a trail along the shaft.

Benji nearly came off the bed from that single touch. When Mac’s tongue circled the head before drawing him deep, he cried out in pleasure. His hands slid through Mac’ short, short locks, guiding the man to the perfect tempo. Mac understood him completely and went to work. That hot mouth was almost more than he could handle.

Or maybe it was the man it was attached to.

It didn’t take long for him to feel the rising heat within. Mac added to the pleasure—alternating between massaging his balls or tweaking his nipples. Benji stared down, meeting Mac’s golden gaze. They locked stares, and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen—Mac watching his pleasure while his cock disappeared between those full lips.

When he felt a searching finger play with his asshole, he nearly came off the bed.

Mac pressed inside him with the tip of one finger, testing him, and he moaned his delight.

“More,” he demanded.

Mac released his cock, breathing hard. “You’ve never been fucked here, hmm?”

“Nope,” Benji admitted. “Unless you count a dildo or two.”

“Two?” Mac asked, his brows lifting.

“Not at once!” Benji corrected. “I have a couple of them, I meant.”

Mac chuckled before eyeing Benji’s nightstand. “In there?”

Benji nodded and felt a little heat creep into his face as Mac rose up on his knees and yanked the drawer open. He pulled out the two fat dildos and the big bottle of lube. Mac sat back on his haunches, hefting them—one in each hand.

“You can take these?”

Benji nodded.

Mac grinned. “Which one’s your favorite?”

“The purple on,” Benji answered.

He tossed the peach, fleshy one to the bed before lubing up the purple one. “I wanna see.”

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