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“You’ll need to help me get it right. Tell me what to do.”

“Okay.” I swallowed. “I don’t know how to say this…”

Auden quirked an eyebrow. “Give it to me straight.”

“Don’t go easy on me. I like it…hard. Rough.”

Auden wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked, his eyes never leaving mine. “I think I can accommodate.”

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AUDEN

“Get on the bed,” I said.

Keaton stretched out, and for the first time, I took my fill of him. His body was sleek and tight, with a sprinkle of silver on his chest that tapered to a happy trail. His cock was about the same length as mine but not as thick, and precum dripped onto his stomach. He was an attractive man, but that wasn’t what drew me to him. No, it was how he made mefeel.

I wasn’t a young man anymore, but Keaton made me feel like one.

Curious.

Eager.

Horny.

He was my first experience with a man, and I had expected awkwardness, clumsiness. There was none. Touching him, kissing him, watching him as he pleasured me, it all felt as natural as breathing. As if we’d done it a million times before, yet new at the same time. Like I was a virgin all over again, but one who knew what he wanted. Never before had I lusted after a man, but now that I did, I wanted everything with him. First base, second base, all the way to a home run.

And so did he. I appreciated that he’d set the expectations. I hadn’t been sure how fast to go, how much he could take. He’d made it clear that he loved anal, but knowing that he liked it rough and hard? That was a big relief. I had a lot of pent-up lust for him.

I grabbed the lube.

He pushed himself half up. “I can do that. Prep myself, I mean.”

“That’s my job. Plus, I want to do it, want to see what it’s like.”

“Okay.” He lowered himself again and spread his legs wide.

Color me stupid, but I’d done some research. I’d known the mechanics of gay sex, but I’d wanted to make it good for Keaton, so I’d read some articles on what to expect and how to take care of your partner. It might be my first time with anal—Tricia had never suggested it, and it hadn’t occurred to me as an option—but I was going to get this right our first time.

I squirted some lube onto my fingers, then looked at Keaton, who lay on his back. Hmm, what would be the easiest position to have access? Down the line, I might be able to do it by touch, but now, I needed to see what I was doing. I sat between his thighs and pulled his legs over mine. There, now I had access and a perfect view.

His legs were wide enough that his crease was spread open for me, his hole beckoning. I breathed through my nose, waiting for the awkwardness to show up, but it didn’t. All I wanted was to bring him pleasure, nothing else. As soon as I touched him with one slick finger, he pushed back, and my finger slid in more easily than I had expected.

“Are you into rimming?”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Either.”

“Both, but I don’t do it often. Not that easy with a hookup.”

I could see that. “But with me?”

Keaton put his hand against my cheek. “With you, I want to do everything. Try everything.”

My heart skipped a beat. Things were moving fast between us, but seeing him match my speed only confirmed he felt the same way. Both of us were going straight for what we wanted. At our age, we didn’t have the time and patience anymore to deal with BS.

“I want to try it. Not tonight but a next time. We have a lot of next times.”

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