Page 87 of Role Model

“Wow.” Harris had lost any ability he might have once had to be cool. “What’s making you smile like that?”

“I’m happy.”

It was such a simple, obvious answer, but it made Harris beam back at him. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna have sex with a hot guy.”

Harris’s stomach was an absolute mess of giddy excitement. “Do you want me to leave, then?”

Troy shook his head. “If you don’t know how hot you are, then maybe I need to show you.”

“Maybe.”

“Let’s start by taking these jeans off,” Troy said in a low, delicious rumble. “I want to see all of you.”

He stood beside the bed and watched as Harris removed the rest of his clothing. Then Harris was naked, sprawled out on the bed and trying not to cover himself while Troy inspected him.

“God, you’re even better than I imagined, Harris,” Troy said huskily. “I love your cock. Stroke it for me. Lemme see.”

Harris did as he was told, more than happy to give his dick some attention. He moaned with relief as he gave himself a few slow strokes.

Troy opened his own jeans and slid a hand down to fondle his erection through his underwear. “So fucking hot, Harris.”

Harris still couldn’t believe that someone who looked like Troy found him attractive. Thought he was hot, even. But now was not the time to protest because Troy was sliding his jeans and underwear down his hips and holy fuck.

Troy’s cock was as stunning as the rest of him: long, solid and uncut, jutting out from a dark, neatly trimmed patch of hair like an offering.

Harris waited, still stroking himself, waiting to see what Troy would do next.

Troy exhaled slowly as his gaze raked over Harris’s body. He was entranced by every inch of him, from his broad, furry chest to his soft belly with its trail of hair leading to his plump, uncut cock.

And that scar. The one Harris didn’t want to talk about but Troy’s eyes kept returning to.

He forced his gaze away, back to where Harris’s hand was still obediently working his own cock. It had been too long since Troy had done this—really done this, without clothes and with enough light to see his beautiful partner. He didn’t know where to start.

“Come here,” Harris said.

Troy went, stretching out on top of Harris’s solid body and taking his mouth. Their cocks rubbed together as they kissed wildly. It felt so fucking good to be pressed against a man’s naked body. If it were up to Troy, he’d never be anywhere else.

But mostly it was incredible to be pressed against Harris. To be in his bed, making him gasp with pleasure. Kissing him.

“Want you to fuck me,” Harris panted against Troy’s lips.

Oh fuck. Troy had guessed that was where this was all heading, but hearing Harris say those words was unreal. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Want it hard.”

“Fuck.” Troy rubbed his cheek against Harris’s beard, trying to ground himself. “Mind if I suck your dick some more first?”

“N-no.”

Troy slid down his body. He grabbed both of Harris’s thighs, gripping hard, and pulled them apart and back, spreading Harris wide, stopping, he hoped, before the stretch became uncomfortable.

Harris groaned and rolled his head on one of the thousands of pillows piled on his bed. “Troy. Fuck.”

Troy dug his fingers into his meaty thighs, just enough pressure to make Harris squirm. “Okay?” he asked.

“So fucking good. Holy fuck.”

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