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I gasp when my hand collides with a warm bulge. His cock is fully hard, fighting to get free of his sweats. When I wrap my fingers around it, he lets out a deep groan, nuzzling his nose into my neck, and shifts his hips forward like an invitation. He smells so fucking good, and he feels so strong half on top of me. As I slowly jerk him off through his sweats, he presses into my hand and moans against my skin. I desperately want him to get me off, but when his hand moves toward my cock I flinch. He stops immediately, lifting his head.

“What is it?” he murmurs against my ear. “You’re alright, brave one. You’re safe here.”

“I…” To my horror, I realize my eyes are filling with tears. I’m going to lose him because I was born in the stupid fucking wrong body and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. “I’m sorry I’m not—”

His thumb presses firmly to my lips, cutting me off. “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Kota. I’m a gay man, attracted to men. And you’re a man.”

Not for the first time, his calm assurance that he’s always right agitates me. “It’s not that simple. I’m different. You can’t know until you see.”

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my boxers, giving me time to stop him before he slides them off and tosses them away. “So give me a guided tour,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, settling down cross-legged on the floor between my feet.

I blink at him, but he just waits patiently. The ache of tears in my throat dissolves into laughter as I crack up. “Awhat?”

He watches me without laughing, but he doesn’t look annoyed either. “You heard me. I want to know where things are, what they’re called, and how you like them to be used.”

Giving a guided tour like my privates are the special exhibit at the Louvre wasn’t top on my list of smooth, hot gay sex moments, but somehow it’s even better. It’s the most Jamie train of thought I could possibly imagine. He wants to know my body, not just flip me over, close his eyes, and pretend he’s banging a cis guy.

“Fine,” I concede. “But can you take your pants off first? So I’m not the only one hanging out.”

His eyebrow arches. “Is that the motivation you need?”

I feel myself relax as I grin. “Uh-huh.” Without hesitating, he straightens up and drags his pants and underwear down, dropping them on the floor and carefully pushing them aside with his foot. “Oh, God,” I breathe at the sight of his thick cock standing up from a tidy patch of dark pubic hair. It looks strong-willed and stubborn, just like him.

A whine slips out of me as he pushes my knees apart, baring me to his gaze and holding me still. His eyes take me apart as his fingers slip up to brush against my stiff cock. “That’s my dick,” I fumble out as he strokes the sensitive tip. “The hormones make your birth anatomy grow.”

His eyes flick up to mine with a knowing smile as he circles it with his thumb and watches me unravel. “You’re hard for me.”

I try to sayyeah, but nothing coherent comes out. Catching his fingers, I slide them lower, to the source of my wetness, then further down to my ass. “Those are my front hole and my asshole. Everyone’s different, but I like using either one…or both at the same time.”

He groans, then leans in to kiss his way up my thigh as his thumb goes back to my cock and his little finger plays with my asshole. I curse, gripping my fingers in his hair.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe when I realize where he’s going. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

He slides both hands under my ass, lifting and pulling me toward him so I’m even more exposed, then swipes his tongue across my cock. I arch my back instinctively, then catch myself at the first twinge of pain in my chest. If I want a blowjob instead of a lecture, I’d better not hurt myself.

Chapter six

Jamie

I can still see confusion in Kota’s eyes as he watches me, his pale skin luminous in the light from the TV. He’s waiting for me to drop the act, to find a way out now that I’ve seen his body. He doesn’t get it, no matter how I try to tell him that he’s a man, that he’s sexy, that his cock and holes turn me on the same as any other cock and holes, and most of all that I’m falling for him, heart and body alike. All I can do is show him what he does to me, how quickly my cock will lose control inside him.

I swirl my tongue around his erection, then pull the bud of it into my mouth and suck hard. His thighs wrap around my head as he moans beautifully. My own dick is rock hard and leaking, begging to sink into him. I want to stroke it, but I can’t bring myself to pry either of my hands away from Kota’s perfect skin.

Keeping tight suction with my mouth, I lick his cock and tease his asshole with one finger, pinning his legs open when he squirms. His sounds change into something more frantic—soft, ragged cries with his head thrown back and sweat glistening on his neck. I lean back for a moment and watch him, tracing my hand over his cock and down across both holes with a sense of ownership. “This is all mine tonight. Ask me to make you come, then fuck you. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

His fiery eyes are glazed with want. “I’m so close, Jamie. I need to come with your mouth on me. And for the love of god, please fuck me.”

“Good.” Pressing my fingers on either side of his cock, I drop down to lap my tongue across his perfect asshole. He gasps and spreads his legs wider, rubbing against my hand while I thrust my tongue into his hole with each jerk of his hips.

When I can sense he’s seconds away, I wrap my mouth around his cock again. His hands fist against my shoulders and he comes, his body trembling as he sobs through the waves of orgasm. I’m confused for a second when my mouth doesn’t flood with cum, before I remember his wetness comes from lower down. He shudders with a weak gasp as I lick at his front hole, gathering his taste on my tongue. His damp, shaky body goes limp, riding out the last of the aftershocks.

Then he tightens his fingers in my hair and pulls, dragging me up until I’m on top of him with my hands braced next to his shoulders to keep from crushing him. He remembers not to raise his arms, but his legs catch around my waist, pulling my cock against his belly as his mouth attacks mine. He kisses like he’s throwing us both off a cliff and enjoying the fall, reckless, leaving nothing behind. His fingers wrap around my cock, smearing my precum as he strokes the shaft, teasing the head with his thumb and then dropping down to roll my balls, his tongue deep in my mouth the whole time. Once he’s fully recovered, he’ll be even more wild. Anyone who turned down a fuck with him because of his body lost out on something mind-blowing, something that belongs to me now.

Once I free my mouth to speak, he nips at my jaw, then kisses my throat. “I’m going to get a condom and lube, alright?”

He sighs impatiently. “Hurry up, you need to be inside me.” The idea of making me come seems to excite him more than his own release. I run upstairs, praying I won’t trip on Sable in the dark. As I open my bedside drawer, cool air touches my overheated skin and brings back a flicker of common sense—he’s too young, he’s my daughter’s friend, logically none of this makes sense. I think there’s a world where it does make sense, one Brendan would know, where logic isn’t king, but I don’t know how to get there. Right now, my cock is pleading too loudly to ignore and I still have the boy’s musk on my tongue and the ache where he gripped my hair.

He’s spread open for me when I return, touching himself leisurely as he watches me cross the room. If I prop him against the arm of the couch, I should be able to use him while keeping his upper body safe and secure. I pull off my shirt, then focus on opening the condom and rolling it on. After coating it in lube, I stroke myself back to full hardness. I want to climb on top of him and fuck his brains out, but I need to make sure I do this right. “Are you comfortable with just a condom and with my cock in your front hole?” While I’m hungry to use any and every part of him, this seems the most straightforward.

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