Page 97 of His Choice

My eyes bulged. “You’d let me…do that?”

Aaron seemed surprised. “Why wouldn’t I? You don’t get to be the only one enjoying tingly feelings down there.”

“I guess I didn’t expect you to be so open about ass things,” I admitted.

He shrugged. “Again, it isn’t me with the hangups, dude. No girl has done it to me, and I’m curious to find out if what people say about that and the G-spot is true.”

“Yeah, I see now that you listed getting fucked. Number twenty-two,” I acknowledged with shock.

“Don’t worry,” he jumped in. “I know you’re going to like getting plowed too much to make topping me a regular thing, and I’m good with that. Even if getting my prostate banged feels great, I still like the idea of fucking you more.”

I flushed as I read more of his list. “Sixty-nine. Are you sure you’ll even like sucking dick?”

He shrugged. “I think I’ll like doing it to you…now that I’ve confirmed you don’t have a big, reeking, veiny dick.”

I shook my head. “What do all these abbreviations mean?”

Aaron retrieved the book from my lap and studied his notes. “Oh, those are just positions where we do stuff. B-O-D means you’d be bent over my desk. A-O-M-S means your ankles on my shoulders. O-A-F means you on all fours.”

“Jesus,” I whispered.

Aaron put an arm around me and leaned his face close to mine. “They’re just…thoughts. You can cross off anything at any time. I’m good with whatever you want, Mikey.”

I bit my lip again. “Um, I’m shy…but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do all those things.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“With you? Yeah,” I replied.

“Great. Let’s get your jeans off,” he repeated.

I laughed. “Now? Here?”

Aaron jumped from the chair, then carefully pulled me up on my good foot. “After seeing you blow your load in the shower, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. How did you not know then that I’m into you? I didn’t think it was subtle.”

Aaron carefully removed the sling from my arm, then unbuttoned my shirt. He moved quickly. The garment was on the floor within a few seconds. Aaron had already started unbuttoning my jeans when I tried to begin undressing him. He slapped my hand away.

“What? You are getting naked too, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “Of course. I just don’t want you to strain your arm. I’ll undress myself. Now stand still so you don’t hurt your ankle.”

I did as I was told, less anxious about him taking off my clothes than I would have been before the shower incident. He’d already seen everything and liked it, so I tried not to work myself up with my insecurities.

Aaron bent to pull the jeans down, then my underwear. My hard dick bounced up right to his face. It made him chuckle before he had me brace myself by holding his shoulders as he pulled the clothes over each foot.

He stood back up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt before pulling it open.

“Faster,” I begged. I used my good hand to stroke myself. “Want you naked.”

To my surprise, the chronic teaser obeyed. He made quick work of his shirt, slacks, then his underwear—throwing all of them onto the chair. I admired his beautiful body—exposed and aroused.

“You never said anything about my dick yesterday,” he pointed out, sounding concerned. “Do you…like it?”

“I didn’t want you to punch me,” I explained. His expression changed, and I could tell it bothered him that I would have even thought he’d attack me. “I love your cock. It’s nicer than any dick I ever saw online. And I feel the same about your chest, your arms, your legs, your balls.”

“Keep going,” he joked.

“And your amazing ass,” I added.