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because it felt great.
    But then he stopped.
    “What’re you doing?” I asked. “I liked what—”
    He kissed me. “I want to try something,” he said, panting against my lips. “Stay still.”
    “Okay.” I was nervous as fuck, but more excited than anything else.
    He kissed the center of my chest, and then started working his way down, and…
    Oh God.
    Oh fucking God.
    He wasn’t…
    Yeah.
    He was.
    His lips were inches from my cock when he looked up at me. “Just tell me if you’re gonna come, okay?”
    I nodded. “Sure. Yeah.” Because I definitely wanted the same courtesy if I ever worked up the nerve to go down on him.
    Michael ran the tip of his tongue down the shaft of my cock, and I almost had to give him that warning right then and there.
    “Holy shit!” My hips thrust up off the bed as if they had a mind of their own.
    He did it again, and this time fluttered the tip of his tongue around the head, and before I could make sense of that, his lips were around my cock. Hot, wet, with his tongue teasing sensitive skin that had never been touched like that—so much for that stamina I’d built up from all that making out. As Michael added his hand to the mix, stroking the shaft while his mouth explored the crown, my orgasm was closing in fast. I held my breath and gritted my teeth—this couldn’t be over yet. I wanted him to do this forever. I wasn’t sure I could handle something this intense for more than a few seconds, but damn, I wanted to try, because it felt so, so good, especially when he moaned and his voice vibrated against my skin
    Somehow, I managed, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come.”
    I thought he’d stop, but he didn’t. He kept going. Maybe he didn’t hear me.
    “Michael…fuck…” I wasn’t even in control of my body anymore. My hips lifted up, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth, and he groaned and stroked me even faster.
    And I was there .
    “Fuck!” I clapped my hand over my mouth, barely stifling a helpless moan, and holy shit, Michael didn’t stop. He didn’t even miss a beat, and he kept stroking my cock and bobbing his head until I shuddered hard and sank back to the bed.
    Michael sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashed me the most delicious grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”
    I’d forgotten how to speak, so I just gestured for him to come back up to me. He did, and he leaned in to kiss me but hesitated. “I, um, don’t know if you want to…after, uh…”
    I grabbed him, pulled him in and kissed him. Before that day, the thought of kissing another guy after a blowjob was a little weird, but right then, it was hot, so I went for it. And holy fuck, it was hot. Like a vaguely salty reminder of what he’d just done to me, as if I stood a chance of forgetting any time soon.
    He lifted himself up, probably to catch his breath. “You okay?”
    “Y-yeah. You?”
    He grinned. “I’m great.”
    “Yeah, you are.” I lifted my head and kissed him lightly. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
    Michael laughed softly and shrugged. “I guessed.”
    “Lucky guesses. It’s really good.”
    “Yeah? What’s it like?”
    “It’s awesome. In fact…” I nudged him onto his back. “You should try it.”
    His eyes widened, and he squirmed a bit as I leaned down to kiss his neck. “D-don’t mind if I do,” he said. “Oh my God.”
    “Same deal.” I kissed beneath his collarbone. “Tell me if you’re gonna come.”
    Michael nodded vigorously, and he squirmed as I worked my way down his torso. I’d thought he’d done the same thing to me as a way to tease me, and maybe he had, but it was a damned good way to work up the courage to suck his dick. Inching closer to him, I told myself with every soft kiss that there was nothing to be nervous about.
    When my lips reached his hipbone, there was no turning back, and looking up at him, I couldn’t imagine turning back. Yeah, I was nervous as hell and had no idea