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  “I’d already been with a few guys, in addition to a few women. I wasn’t sure if my issues performing with the women were because I was gay, or because either she or I simply sucked in the sack. So I go, no expectations.

  “We get there, now, he’d told me to wear shorts and a T-shirt, just casual. I did. We go in, the host greets us, he’s wearing tight shorts and nothing else. He calls over this naked guy wearing a latex dog mask, knee pads, and a butt plug tail. And that’s it.”

  “Oh, boy.”

  “Uh huh. Tells him to greet the guests. Called him his puppy. Before I can even say anything, puppy’s got my shorts down around my knees and my cock down his throat.”

  “Holy cow.” Bryce reached down to shift his cock so it wasn’t uncomfortably pressing against his zipper.

  “Right? That’s not what I said, but close. Before I could shoot, guy pulls off me, does the same to my friend. And now I’ve got a raging boner hanging out in the breeze. Host smiles, smacks my ass, and tells me the main party’s out on the pool deck, and that puppy is the evening’s fluffer, for now. If he makes anyone come when they first arrive, he gets caned. But that he’ll be available for fun on demand after the birthday boy’s present plays out.

  “We make our way out to the pool, and there ain’t a stitch of clothing to be seen. I said fuck it and stripped. Bowls all over the place full of condom pouches. Host walked us out and said only two rules—that if someone says no, that’s it, and that if they tell you to use a condom, you use one. Anything else goes. Before I know it, I’m balls-deep in another guy’s throat and he’s getting plowed from behind. Birthday boy finally showed up, and turns out he wanted to be the center of a gangbang.

  “I had watched porn, don’t get me wrong, but I did not know it was possible to fuck or be sucked in so many ways at once. And puppy later got paddled, but I found out he liked that. By the time I collapsed into my own bed just before dawn the next morning, I realized yeah, I was definitely gay, and I was probably kinky, because I let them take a few test smacks on my ass with a paddle while puppy was blowing me and…yeah.”

  “Wow.” Bryce laughed. “Talk about jumping into the deep end of the pool in terms of sexuality.”

  “Left me no room for doubt, that’s for sure. The drawback to that was once I’d had some sleep, I woke up and panicked, because even though I was pretty sure I’d told everyone to use a condom, I couldn’t remember for sure. At one point I was getting spit-roasted, and there were poppers and I had a third guy sucking my cock—I was out of my head with everything going on. I think my balls tried to turn themselves inside out there toward the end of the night.

  “The lady at the health department got to know me on a first-name basis, because I was going in every week for tests, at first. She finally calmed me down after week five or so, and by six months, she was able to convince me that no, I hadn’t caught anything.

  “Believe you me, that adjusted my mindset. I mean, nothing against people who enjoy that? Because, yeah, in the moment I can see why, but I found out the hard way I personally am not wired for group sex or even poly. I can’t handle it. I don’t want to share, and I damn sure never want to feel that level of anxiety again.”

  Dustin glanced his way. “God, I hope that story doesn’t make you think badly of me.”

  On the contrary, Bryce thought it was adorable. It meant Dustin was conscientious and open-minded, and willing to experiment, but not careless.

  “Not in the least. So what do you like as a submissive?”

  “Well, one hard limit is do not try to take away my coffee. We will have us one if you try that.”

  Bryce smiled. “Again—sadist, not asshole. What happened to the asshole who tried that?”

  “I started giving him a blow job and then walked out in the middle of it after I had him horned up out of his mind.” Dustin smiled. “Told him I was going to suck down a Starbucks frappe with whipped cream on my way home, and it was the only creamy white stuff going in my mouth that night.”

  Chapter Five

  By the time Dustin turned in to Bryce’s driveway, they’d covered a lot of ground regarding limits both play and relationship-wise.

  And Dustin’s cock was freaking hard.

  Like, painfully hard.

  Like, back to his teenaged years kind of hard.

  He hadn’t felt that hard in…well, too damn long. Even when he had someone to make him hard.

  “Would you like to come in for a while and…talk?”

  Dustin wasn’t sure if Bryce was meaning literal talk, or metaphorical talk that would end with them naked.

  At this point, he didn’t care. He was good either way. “Yeah.”

  Bryce let them in and disarmed his alarm. A gorgeous black and white tuxedo cat strolled up, making a lot of noise. Bryce scooped up the cat and turned toward Dustin with it in his arms. “And this is Archer the asshole. Sometimes asshole. Not all the time.”

  “He’s gorgeous.” He held out his hand for the cat to sniff him. After a moment, Archer looked at Dustin and gave him a partial blink and tipped his nose up in a way that Dustin would swear translated to, “’Sup?”

  Bryce set him on the floor again. “Let me show you around.” The house wasn’t fancy or brand new, and Dustin tried to shut off his realtor’s brain when it came to thinking about upgrades or staging. This was the guy’s home. And it wasn’t any messier than his own. Bryce obviously wasn’t a fussy person when it came to some things, which was good, because Dustin wasn’t, either. Bryce’s home felt lived in.

  Like it had a pulse and a soul.

  His felt more like a waystation, and he guessed that’s what it was, really. He hadn’t unpacked most of his stuff and it was stored in boxes in the second bedroom. Damn place didn’t even have a washer and dryer, and it was in a duplex. Normally, he wouldn’t have even looked twice at it to rent, except the snowbird owner lived out of town and wouldn’t even be there. Also, because of some bad press due to its history, they couldn’t even use it as an Airbnb unit because of sensation seekers and creepy people. So he was getting it for a fraction of what he’d pay for rent anywhere else.

  More money in his pocket until he decided where he wanted to live in the area. Its questionable history of two deaths there didn’t bother him, even when Victor pulled him aside and showed him everything about it and warned he and Simon had a creepy experience while Victor lived there.

  Dustin didn’t care. He wasn’t superstitious, and he didn’t believe in ghosts.

  He did, however, believe in capitalizing on a fantastic deal when it wasn’t going to hurt someone else in the process.

  Bryce kicked off his shoes and socks and left them in the bedroom before they returned to the living room. There, they settled on the couch with the Weather Channel on in the background for noise more than anything.

  “I told you my defining moment,” Dustin said, more for something to talk about than letting silence envelop them. “How about yours?”

  “Well, told you about Kira, which settled the question for me. I guess when I really understood yeah, I was kinky, was in college. Had two friends, a couple, lived together, George and Carl. Gay. One night, I’m over there for pizza and to watch a game, and Carl was kind of acting a little…odd. Like there was something he wanted to say and couldn’t.

  “It’d always struck me that Carl was probably the default bottom in that pair, and George the default Top. I knew they were into leather, were always trying to get me to go to events with them and stuff. But between classes and doing things with Kira and our friends, I really didn’t have time for that kind of stuff. And I didn’t exactly equate what they were doing with what I had in my head, right? Especially with rope.

  “Finally, George starts to laugh, and says, ‘Boy, I gave you permission to ask him. If you ever want any hope of it happening, say something, because he’s the only one I’ll ever let you ask and do it with.’ Now they had my attention. I mean, they were good-looking guys. I could have been
attracted to either one of them if they were single. Carl finally drops to his knees in front of me, where I’m sitting on the couch, and starts to tell me he’s got a fantasy of getting DP’d, and asked if I’d help George make it happen at least the one time.”

  “Wow.”

  “Right? That was the first thing I thought, too, after ‘What the fuck?’ Well, and wondering what the hell DP was, because I wasn’t sure until George clarified. And…we did it that night. Used condoms. I guess George had been working him up with larger and larger butt plugs. Carl started out sucking both my cock and George’s and getting us off once so we’d last longer the second time, because, damn. Then he got us up again, and I got to be on the bottom. He rode me for a minute, then George worked his way in there, and holy shit. I had to make Carl hold still for a minute because it was fucking hot, and even after having come once I was almost ready to come again that soon.

  “Then we let Carl go to town. Funny thing was, Carl actually came without his cock being touched, which surprised the hell out of me, let me tell you what. I guess I wasn’t a very good kinky gay guy back then, because other than the occasional porn on my computer to wank to, I didn’t know a fraction of what I know now.

  “After George and I finished plowing him, and we’re all lying there catching our breaths, I asked what the hell that magic trick was. He started to explain he’d trained Carl using prostate milking.”

  Bryce smiled. “I let George show me by doing it to me, then he let me do it to Carl. He couldn’t get me off again, because after two that close together, I needed some time to reset. Got me hard again, though, which I hadn’t anticipated. George talked me through milking Carl’s prostate, and it didn’t take me long to get him to come a second time while George held Carl’s hands pinned so he couldn’t touch his cock.”

  “Holy shit,” Dustin muttered. “That sounds hot.” He’d heard about it, but had never really investigated it before beyond using the occasional toy on himself while he masturbated, or previous partners using a toy on him.

  “Yeah, it is.” Bryce’s gaze took on an almost cat-like appearance, eyes narrowing slightly, the outer edges crinkled in amusement. ’Sup. “Really hot.”

  Dustin swallowed and heard himself say, “Can we try that?”

  “Don’t tempt me too hard. Part of me wants to put you on your knees right now.”

  Dustin knew Bryce was joking, because of the way his lips quirked in a smile. It was a small tell he’d picked up from the man during dinner, part of his sense of humor, sort of dry, friendly snarky, not at all mean-spirited or biting.

  It felt like an invisible force tugged at him, drew him over to Bryce, and Dustin sank to the floor in front of him. “Like this, Sir?”

  Bryce’s blue gaze widened in surprise. Then he slowly licked his lips, and Dustin knew it wasn’t his imagination that Bryce’s voice sounded thick, deeper, hoarse.

  “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

  * * * *

  Oh, holy fucking hell!

  How was he supposed to have an ounce of self-control when Dustin was literally throwing himself at him?

  Wait, we’re both damn adults.

  Bryce forced himself to nod. “You sure you want to do this tonight?”

  “I do, Sir.”

  “You call me Sir one more time, it’s gonna be a rule you keep doing it.”

  He wanted to lick and suck Dustin’s playful smile, or bury his cock between his lips while he was doing it. “Yes, Sir.”

  Bryce hoped he swallowed back the needy groan trying to escape his traitorous throat. What he reeeaally wanted to do was pull Dustin’s face into his lap and have him deep-throat his cock.

  A little soon for that tonight.

  Or…was it?

  He stood, and yeah, it put Dustin’s face at the perfect height for face fucking, if he wanted to go there right now.

  Which, he absolutely did want to go there, except he was supposed to be responsibly adulting.

  Instead, he reached out and stroked Dustin’s hair, pulled his face against his thigh and held him pressed there.

  “Rule one,” Bryce said, barely able to think, much less talk with his cock begging for relief, “you say red at any time if you need to. No penalties. You don’t say yes just to please me tonight, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Rule two, from this point forward, unless we decide to go our separate ways, we consider ourselves an item. That means no dating or sex or playing with other people.”

  “But you said you like to tie people.”

  “I’d run it past you first and you always have veto rights. And ditto if there’s something you want to do with someone that I don’t do, like fire cupping or something.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Bryce could stand here all night and stroke Dustin’s hair. Soft and fine and straight, it felt like silk against his fingers. From the way Dustin kept nuzzling his leg, obviously wanting to work more toward the center, toward his crotch, Bryce could tell Dustin was as starved for contact as he was.

  “Rule three, I don’t want a doormat who doesn’t know how to be playful, but I don’t want a brat, either. You’re an adult and I expect you to act like one when it comes to discussions and playing and even sex. I can’t trust you if you don’t speak up and tell me, honestly, what’s going on in your head.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If we’re not together, you text me in the morning when you get up, and at night last thing before you go to sleep. I might not always reply, especially if I’ve already gone to bed, but do it anyway.”

  The eager way Dustin nodded wasn’t helping him think clearly. It was making his cock roar to be pounding into his body, mouth or ass, he wasn’t picky at this point.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Bryce studied him, tried to pull back mentally and emotionally, tried to rein himself in.

  Except…

  He felt drawn to Dustin, a relentless, invisible force joining them, like this was meant to be and he couldn’t say why, but it felt utterly perfect in a way no other relationship ever had.

  Except for his friendship with Kira.

  He broke his big personal rule and plunged forward, knowing fear might freeze him forever, if he let it.

  “Condoms or bare tonight? Either way. Your choice. I can get my results for—”

  “Bare, Sir. Please.”

  Okay, fuck it.

  Was it reckless and sketchy and borderline stupid?

  Yep.

  Was he still gonna do it?

  Fuck yes.

  “Stay.” He forced himself to let go of Dustin and switched off the TV. In its place, he connected his phone to the stereo and started one of his favorite playlists, nothing but Jack Johnson. As the music filled the house, he headed to his bedroom, stripping as he walked, already naked by the time he reached his bathroom. He grabbed two towels, lube, and a couple of nitrile gloves from under his sink before he returned to the living room.

  Dustin hadn’t moved a muscle, still kneeling where he’d left him.

  Perfect.

  And even better?

  Mine. Aaaallllll mine.

  * * * *

  Dustin’s eyes widened when he realized Bryce had stripped. Fuck, he was gorgeous! Lean with softly defined muscles, just the perfect balance between in shape and not. Definitely not a gym rat.

  His cock, holy hell, Dustin’s mouth watered. Close to nine inches, Bryce’s cock was longer than his own but a little thinner around, meaning…

  He swallowed, already imagining what it’d feel like buried in his ass.

  Hoping he’d get to feel it buried in his ass tonight.

  Bryce spread one of the towels on the couch and turned to him, smiling. “Stand and strip.”

  Dustin had no conscious memory of rising, but he was pulling off shoes and shirt and everything flying in different directions in his frenzy to obey Bryce. Once he was naked, Bryce had him sit on the couch and pull his legs up, ass and heels on the edge of
the cushion, and to hold his thighs open, hands under his knees.

  Bryce knelt in front of him, a playfully evil smile making him look even hotter. He still had his glasses on and it somehow looked perfectly right on him.

  A sexy little eyebrow waggle up at him. “I—”

  “Maow!” Archer jumped up on the end of the couch and sauntered over, sniffing Dustin’s arm.

  “Okay, dude, sooo not the fucking time.” Bryce grabbed him and set him on the floor.

  Archer immediately jumped back up onto the couch and once again approached Dustin.

  Dustin did his best not to laugh, but the aggravation on Bryce’s face made it impossible.

  “Buddy, I’m about to put you in time out in the guest bathroom at this rate.” Bryce set the cat down again. “See? Told you he’s an asshole. Now he’s trying to cock-block me.”

  Except that Bryce’s cock didn’t look in the slightest bit blocked, and neither was Dustin’s.

  Archer finally took the hint. He jumped up onto the far end of the couch and turned his butthole to them before he settled in to lick himself.

  “I guess that’s the best we can hope for right now,” Bryce said. “Where were we?”

  “I think you were about to show me something, Sir.”

  “Exactly.” Bryce nudged his glasses up on his nose, realized they were still on, and removed them, setting them on the coffee table behind him. He flashed Dustin a smile. “Don’t need to get those all spooged.”

  After pulling a nitrile glove onto his right hand, he liberally squirted lube over his index finger and held it up. “Ready?”

  Dustin nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, but since they were both naked he supposed he wasn’t the only eager one at this point.

  Bryce went slowly, his gaze never leaving Dustin’s as he rested his left hand on top of Dustin’s right knee. He slowly pressed forward, taking his time. Dustin bit his bottom lip and forced himself not to rock his hips against Bryce’s hand and egg him on.