“The first thing you need to do is jerk off.”
What?
I didn’t say it out loud, but he must have seen the look on my face.
“Look,” he said.“You remember what happened your first time.For this, you’re gonna want to have better control.You’ll enjoy it more this way, and so will I.”
“So you want me to go and jack?Right now?”
“I could do it for you if you want.”
“No, I can do it.”
I hesitated.He was trusting me, so I needed to trust him.I went off to the bathroom.It wasn’t like I hadn’t jacked before, but I was in a relationship now.Then again, he was probably right.It was just tough to admit.And once I realized I was actually about to fuck him, I didn’t last long.I washed my hands and left the bathroom.
I found him waiting for me in the bedroom.The room felt cold.The condoms, lube, and tissues were on the bedside table.When I came in, he took off his jeans and hoodie and hustled under the blankets, which were also cold.I joined him, and we made out for a while, his thighs pressed against my flanks, until I started feeling ready to go again.He must have felt it too.He broke the kiss, reached for the lube, and handed it to me.
“Squirt some on your fingers,” he said.
I squeezed a dab onto my finger.
“More.”He took the lube out of my hand, squirted it liberally into my palm, then spread it all over so my fingers were practically dripping.
“This is gonna be messy.It’ll get all over your clothes and the blankets.”
“So what?It’ll wash off.Better to use too much than not enough.”
“Let me see.”I took the tube of lube from him.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if it’s water soluble.If it’s not, it won’t wash out.”
“Craig, I’ve used that brand before.It washes out.”
I wasn’t taking his word for it.He didn’t give a crap about his clothes, and he barely did any laundry unless I asked him to.
I checked the label.“Okay, it’s fine.”I set the tube on the bedside table.
“You going to trust me now?”
I felt guilty.“Yeah.What do I do?”
“You remember what I did yesterday when we tried this?”
He got out from under the blankets and lay on his side with his back to me.
I slowly pulled down his boxers.I didn’t know what to say.
“I can see your ass, Eddie.”
“I figured.”
I didn’t want him to feel self-conscious, so I said, “It’s a nice ass.Really.A great ass.A fantastic ass.”
“Glad you like it.”
Now he was humoring me.
