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me.”
    “I will.” I gritted my teeth, fighting to stay in control. I gave him just a little more of my cock before pulling back. “But I like watching you like this.” Knowing you’re as close as I am to losing it.
His shoulders shook and he leaned back against me, but I withdrew enough to keep him from taking more than I wanted to give. “You’re a tease.” His voice was tinged with frustration and amusement.
     
“Just taking my time.”
    Without warning, he slammed himself back, and I was all the way inside him. I gasped, holding his hips against me as I tried to remember how to breathe.
    I’m sure he intended to keep the bantering going at that point, but like me, he had lost the ability to string together a coherent thought. “Oh God,” he said. “Oh my God….”
    I pulled out slowly and slid back in, turned on beyond belief by the sight of myself disappearing into him. “Jesus,” I whispered. I had watched myself fuck women in the past, had been enthralled by the sight of my cock slipping in and out of them, but this—this was different. It wasn’t even because it was a man.
It was Brandon .
     
I was inside Brandon .
    A deep groan escaped my throat. Leaning forward, I kissed the center of his back, slowly drawing the tip of my tongue up his spine as I took long, slow strokes inside him. He moaned, moving his hips in time with mine. I put my hand on the bed behind his and slid my other around his waist. He released a hiss of breath as my fingers wrapped around his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. Then he took a breath and said, “Fuck me hard.”
     
“You want it hard?” I nipped the back of his shoulder.
    “Everything you’ve got,” he growled. There was nothing in his voice but pure, unadulterated lust, and I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.
    “With pleasure.” I sat up, grabbed his hips, and fucking railed him. I drove my cock into him, trying to keep myself from coming, but my orgasm was approaching fast. Digging my fingers into his hips, I bit my tongue, trying to hold back. This couldn’t be over yet. Not yet. Not so soon.
    “Oh my God,” he moaned, slamming his hips back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke. “Jesus, Dustin, your cock is fucking incredible.”
“Fuck, Brandon…,” I gasped. “Oh God, I’m gonna come….” “So am I, so am—” His entire body tensed, and he threw his head back. “Oh… fuck ….”
    I couldn’t take it anymore. I pounded him as hard as I could, driven by his shudders and helpless moans, until I pushed as far into him as possible and held his hips still, held him to me while I came. “Oh my God, Brandon….”
    We didn’t move for a moment. I was so overwhelmed I wasn’t even sure what to do next. All I could do was convince myself that I still could—and needed to—breathe.
    Finally, holding onto him for balance, I pulled out. I got rid of the condom, and we collapsed together on the bed, facing each other on our sides.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never been with a man before.” He kissed me gently.
    I laughed. “I still can’t believe I’ve just been with a man.” He smiled. “I hope you can be persuaded to be with a man again.”
    “I think I could be persuaded.” Pursing my lips, I watched my fingers trail along the edges of the tattoo on his bicep. “So, I assume this isn’t your first time with a man?”
    “No, no, it isn’t.” He paused; then he chuckled. “I’ve been with women too.”
“Oh?”
    “Fuck, yeah,” he said. “One of the perks of being bisexual.” “Guess that makes it twice as easy to find a date.”
    He snorted. “Just means I have to deal with twice as much bullshit trying to find a date.” An amused look crossed his face. “I can’t say I’ve been anyone’s first in a long, long time, though.”
I laughed. “I suppose there aren’t too many virgins pushing thirty.”
    “You’d be surprised,” he said. “A lot of guys don’t figure it out until later. I