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“This has everything to do with me,” Troy argued. “You’re harassing my boyfriend. So, you can either get the fuck out of here, or you can deal with me; your choice.”

I didn’t miss the way both of them grimaced at the word boyfriend; I’d seen that very look on my stepdad’s face. But luckily, probably due to Troy’s size and presence, they stood down. Brant nudged Riley and said, “Come on; these two ass lickers aren’t worth it.”

When they walked towards the sporting goods store next to the cafe, Troy took a step after them, but stopped when I put my hand on his back. “Don’t worry about them,” I implored. “They’renot worth it.” I was positive Troy could rip them apart, and I didn’t want him getting in trouble. The duo had left, so I just wanted to get back to our day.

“Those are the two from school,” he gathered, and I nodded. “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Have campus security walk you to your classes.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I tried to argue, but Troy remained stone faced.

“I do. I don’t trust those assholes. They stepped up on you in broad daylight where anyone could see. I’ll put a call into the college tomorrow and give them a heads up to watch out for these guys. I wish I could walk you to class myself, but I don’t want you to be in a position where they could catch you alone.”

His expression softened and he cupped my cheek in his palm. “I know you can kick ass if you need to, but it’s better to stay out of that situation entirely. I know I’m overprotective, but I love you, and I want to make sure you’re safe. Can you do this for me?”

I would feel silly making the request to security, but when he put it that way, it was impossible to deny him. “For you,” I replied with a nod, and he thanked me with a gentle kiss.

“Come on, sweetheart; you need to eat.”

Chapter Five

Avery

We had a great lunch of delicious chicken salad at Blissful Bites. Troy did a great job of taking my mind off of the situation with Riley and Brant; he talked about our visit to Air Time and re-enacted what my face looked like as I flew through the air to keep me laughing. My tensions melted away until this moment, when Troy parked his truck in the lot of my apartment building.

My heart raced with nervous anticipation. I knew what awaited us inside, and my thoughts tumbled through every recess in my mind. As if he heard the words I wasn’t speaking aloud, Troy reached over and took my hand.

“I can feel you thinking,” he smiled. “Remember; we don’t have to do anything. I’m happy to hold you and watch a movie.”

“I know, and thank you so much. But I want this with you.”

He squeezed my hand and nodded. “I want you to take the lead. We’ll go as slow as you like, and we can stop if you need to. I will never be upset or disappointed. Anything with you is amazing.”

With just a few words, he calmed every fear I had, and made me even more sure of this. Troy would never judge me or hold anything against me. He loved me, and he wanted me, but he wouldn’t push me.

We were quiet as we walked up the stairs to my place. My full scholarship included a studio apartment just outside ofcampus. I was grateful that I didn’t have to share a dorm with other men. A quiet space was important for my studies and my psyche.

I unlocked my front door and led Troy inside. He’d visited a few times before, and remarked how nice the place was. It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t much to it; it reminded me of a hotel room with a small kitchenette. But it was comfortable and had everything I needed.

I closed the door behind us and got a sudden surge of bravery. I told myself the best way to move forward was to jump in with gusto, and not give myself time to worry.

So, I reached up, gripped the back of his head with both hands, and pulled him down to me. I pressed our lips together, kissing him deeply and wasting no time in sinking my tongue between his teeth.

I licked against him, and the flavor of his peppermint gum painted my taste buds. Our tongues curled and slid together, exploring the depths of each other’s mouth. My blood warmed and raced south, thickening my cock beneath my briefs.

I felt Troy’s answering firmness against my hip. It didn’t startle me; it excited me. It reminded me that I affected him this way, making him feel good. And I reminded myself that I was taking the lead. I was in control of this experience.

I broke our kiss to take Troy’s hand and lead him over to my bed. But before either of us touched it, I began slowly removing his clothes. I peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his hairy, muscled chest. Every time I saw it, it became more beautiful to me; perhaps because I loved the sweet heart it contained.

Troy slipped off his shoes before I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. The thin cotton of his boxers were tented away from his body by the long, thick bulge theywere trying to contain. I took a deep breath and curled my fingers into his waistband. I slowly peeled away and dropped the fabric as my jaw dropped too.

It wouldn’t matter how many times I saw his manhood. If I were lucky enough to be with him the rest of my life, then for all my days I would be in awe of the eight thick, veiny inches that pulsed before me. My mouth watered, craving a taste. I craved all of him; his body, his soul, his forever.

But as much as I wanted to drop to my knees and devour him, I wanted more from this moment. I needed to stay grounded and present to give my all to him.

“Lie on the bed,” I requested, patting the mattress. He did as I asked, and looked up at me with such love and reverence, it warmed me to my core.

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