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want?”
    Stephen nudged Adam to the side and lay down in his place.
“Touch me.”
    Adam got rid of his underwear and nestled close, loving the
firm warmth of this new man’s bare body, and its smell. He ran an appraising
hand down Stephen’s chest and stomach, up his arm, along his side and finally
took his half-hard cock in hand.
    “Tell me how,” Adam said.
    “Whatever you fancy. Just play with me. I want to see your
hand on my cock.”
    Adam went slowly to start, enjoying the drag of Stephen’s
hot flesh against his palm, feeling him stiffen, watching his head emerge as
his skin grew taut and his shaft lengthened. He was buzzed down to a soft tease
of hair, same as on his head, the perfect blend of masculine and tidy. Adam
cupped his balls, taunting with soft tugs until he was rewarded with a deep,
dirty groan.
    “Good,” Stephen breathed. “You ready? Ready for me to get
you ready, that is?”
    Adam nodded.
    “Brilliant. Get on all fours.”
    He did, thrilling at the warm pressure of Stephen’s palm on
his lower back as he leaned over and grabbed the lube bottle from the pillow,
dropping it somewhere closer. Then Adam felt hands on his back and ass,
appraising.
    “Christ, you’re sexy.”
    He blushed. “Thanks.”
    More greedy caresses, the gentle tease of thumbs along his
crack, rough hands kneading, squeezing, spreading. Fingertips circled his
asshole, bolder than before. He heard the snap of the cap then felt cool
slickness at his entrance, tensing him. He pictured Stephen’s cock, every thick
inch disappearing inside him and the thought struck like a punch, making him
reel. “Fuck me.”
    “Want my fingers?”
    “Yeah.”
    More cool lube, then exquisite pressure as the tip of a
single finger demanded access. The initial burn as it penetrated. Adam
commanded his muscles to relax and welcome this long-missed sensation.
    “That’s right. Open up for me.”
    Adam gasped as the digit drove deeper. Stephen eased it out,
brought it back with more lube. He slid it deep, deeper, Adam’s resistance
finally easing, pleasure coming.
    “Good. Fucking hell, you’re bloody tight.”
    “More.”
    Stephen gave it, teasing just his entrance for moment, then
inching two fingers in, deep and smooth.
    “Yeah.”
    “You thinking about my cock?”
    In truth, Adam had been happily preoccupied with reality,
but the question and the image it conjured were a welcome fantasy. “Now I am.”
    “Me too. Thinking about how good you’ll feel when I push
inside.”
    Adam imagined the moment—the pleasure-pain of the penetration,
the moment when Stephen’s warm hips would touch Adam’s ass, those gruff hands,
judging and approving.
    “More.”
    Another cool sweep of gel, then three fingers pressed at his
tender, tight flesh, easing in, twisting, slipping out, leaving him more primed
and relaxed with each venture, violation morphing into exploration, to worship.
    “Think I’m ready.”
    Stephen didn’t ask for further confirmation. His fingers
withdrew, leaving Adam feeling empty and eager. They made eye contact as
Stephen grabbed a condom from the table and opened the wrapper, deft
considering how slippery his fingers must’ve been. He went back to his spot,
thighs nudging Adam’s knees wider. Adam craned his neck to watch Stephen unroll
the rubber down his length. He suddenly wished he owned some horrible, cheesy
mirrored headboard so he could enjoy the entire show.
    The smooth, sheathed head of Stephen’s cock brushed Adam’s
asshole, and he quit caring about the view. He shut his eyes and quieted his
brain, and braced himself.
    “You tell me to back off if it’s too much,” Stephen said.
    Adam gasped as the pressure started, more excitement than
pain. Big, though. Damn.
    Stephen paused. “All right?”
    “Good. Keep going.”
    Another inch and a taste of searing discomfort. “Slow. Slow,
and more lube.”
    Stephen slid out and the bottle snapped behind Adam. The
fingers that slicked inside him felt