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Thayer kept a hand on my other pec, massaging and playing with my other nipple while he kissed down my stomach. I’d never paid much mind to my nipples before, but he was making them feel like the biggest missed opportunities with how much I loved him playing with them.

There was a moment of hesitation for him when he reached my waistband. I could see it in his eyes, and I understood it, but I was still entirely grateful when he moved on, pulling my sweatpants off me as the last barrier.

“Oh, fuck,” Thayer whispered, groaning as he rested his forehead on my thigh for a second. “How curious are you, Ash?” he finally asked, his eyes laser-focused on me, but his hand caressing my chest–admiring it.

“I-I don’t,” I stuttered, squeezing my eyes shut to find a semblance of sense here to answer him. “I don't know how to…answer that. I want it–please.”

Thayer let out a groan as he watched my dick bob, flexing in need towards him. I needed some kind of relief soon, and based on how different Thayer seemed today, he probably did, too.

“Just,” he sighed, coming up to kiss my lips quickly. “Tell me if you don't like something, okay? Say no or pat my head three times.” He took my hand, moving it to his soft hair like he was showing me where to pat.

“Okay,” I panted, moving my hand to the back of his head to keep him there for just a second.

I couldn't really explain it–I really wanted him to keep going, but I liked that second of comfort I got from having him that close, so I kissed him one more time.

And it wasn’t weird.

I was aware I was kissing a man and also begging that man to touch me–it wasn’t weird like I thought it would be.

Maybe it just wasn’t weird because it was Thayer.

Thayer moved back down again, kissing all around my pelvic bone before placing a slow, wet kiss to my sensitive tip. I didn't even recognize the cry that came out of my mouth, but it wasn’t lonely–several more came flowing out with it as he peppered kisses along my shaft and balls.

It needed to be touched badly last night, but this was so worth the wait. Every small touch from him felt like ecstasy coursing through my veins and settling deep at the base of my spine. I was so unprepared for him taking me in his mouth, but the more he took, the louder I got.

My eyes cracked open when I felt my tip hit his throat, gluing to his face, and the way his eyes were rolled back like…he loved this.

I’d never seen someone actually like doing this, but Thayer sure did–moving his head in a rhythm that was perfect and groaning around me like he was getting off on it.

“Oh, please don’t make me cum yet,” I moaned frantically, lying back fully again in defeat.

It was somehow both painful and relieving to have him release me, replacing his mouth with a firm grip around the base.

“I can drag it out as long as you want, baby,” he huffed roughly, tonguing one of my balls into his mouth like it was nothing.

Like he wasn't killing me.

Thayer placed a hand on my thigh, moving it to prop my foot up on the bed next to his head. He released my dick and did the same with my other leg, sloppily tonguing and kissing my balls when he was done.

It was oddly relaxing while also being just barely not enough to get me off. I noticed his mouth moving lower, and it felt a little strange, but not to the point that I was going to tell him to stop.

The moment his tongue found my hole, I got tense.

I knew this was like part of the whole gay thing, but I'd never once been interested in trying it. I figured, if I were gay, then I was probably a top, but I needed to at least see this through.

Thayer wouldn’t do something I didn’t like, so I was either going to not like this, and he’d stop…

Or I was about to like this.

My breathing slowed as he massaged the muscle with his tongue. I could feel a finger probing, trying to push past it, but gently. It felt awkward and weird–I wasn't into it, and I almost stopped him.

Almost.

Thayer got a full finger worked into me, and it was weird…

Until it wasn’t.

He found something deep inside me that purred when he touched it. My eyes rolled back, and my breathing stopped, my dick aching for something again–leaking and crying for his touch again.