We burst through the door of my apartment, our lips locked, our hands holding each other’s faces. I couldn’t believe how fast things had moved, but I didn’t want to stop now that they were going in this direction.

Thank God Parker had pushed us together, had pushed us over the edge neither of us seemed able to do for ourselves.

Clay fit together flawlessly against me, just the way I knew he would all this time. Still, I couldn’t believe he was interested in me in this way, that he would want to come home with me, and do the things that adult men did behind closed doors.

“Are you okay?” Clay asked, heaving when he broke from me.

“Are you fucking kidding? I’m perfect,” I said and stole another kiss. Clay laughed through it, kicking the front door shut behind us, and as soon as it closed I realized there was no going back—not that I intended to go back.

I hoisted Clay up by the hips, held him close to me while I continued to kiss him, and stumbled through the living room toward my bedroom. Walking was awkward with all the lights off and more than once we knocked something off the wall, but I didn't give a damn. We got to my bed, and I tossed him down onto it, flipped on the light, and immediately started stripping off my suit.

“You look even better than I thought you would,” Clay said, staring at me with a smile as I peeled my shirt up over my head. I looked down at myself and almost blushed. How could he find me attractive? It didn’t make any sense to me, but I wasn’t trying to make a whole lot of sense of it. The only thing that mattered was that he was interested, and Lord knew I was interested too, so I fell on top of him on the bed.

He laughed and kissed me again, running his hands through the hair on my chest, and almost instantly I was aroused. I went for his neck, kissing and nibbling at his earlobe along the way, and he shivered and moaned from the pleasure of it. I’d never been with a man like this, had never known what it could feel or be like, but now that it was happening, I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

There was something about Clay. He had an easiness that relaxed me, and of all people to explore this side of myself with, he was perfect.

He pushed me back by the chest and took a moment to tear off his shirt, and I whistled when I saw his bare chest for the first time. It was surprisingly defined, little peaks and valleys of muscle accented by the harsh light above, and I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of it—so that’s what I did. He fell back against the bed, his hands winding themselves up in my hair as I placed my lips along each of his abs, ran my tongue up the side of his ribs, and eventually kissed him again.

When we broke, he shoved me away and climbed on top, straddling me. His perfect ass ground against my cock while I held him by the hips, and just the thought of taking him like this, of being inside him this way, made me crazy. I'd had more than my fair share of sexual encounters over the years, and I’d enjoyed most of them, but there was something different about this one. It wasn’t just that it was Clay, it wasn't just that it was with another man—it was because we had a connection, a deep one.

“What are you thinking?” Clay asked, staring down at me, still running his hands through the hair on my chest.

“How unbelievable this is,” I admitted and he chuckled.

“Why is it unbelievable?” he asked.

“Because, I mean, look at you and look at me. We aren’t exactly a natural fit, are we?” I asked, and Clay blew a raspberry at me.

“Please. Who gets to decide what’s natural anyway?” he said. “But if you don’t believe me, let me show you just how well we can fit together,” he said and crept off me, kneeling before me at the foot of the bed. Through my slacks he massaged my cock with his palm, stroking it lightly up and down, making it jump and jolt each time. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

So when he reached for my zipper and a wave of insecurity passed through me, making me grab his hands to stop him, I didn’t understand it.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Am I going too fast?” Was that it? I couldn’t explain it. There was just something final about the direction we were heading. A nagging fear stuck at the back of my throat, closing it up and keeping me from speaking.

“George, we don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, I understand,” Clay said, backing away from me on his knees.

“No, I want to, I’m just nervous, that’s all,” I said.

“It’s fine to be nervous. How do you think I feel right now?” Clay asked. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to; we can take it at your pace.”

“Okay,” I said, still lying there, unsure of what to do next. Clay reached for the bulge in my pants again, stroked it a few more times.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and I nodded, closing my eyes to give in to the feeling of my soft underwear against the sensitive head of my cock. I'd gotten off more than once over the last few years on my own, but it’d been a long time since I'd been with somebody else. Not a lot of people came to me with their tails wagging these days, let alone supermodels like Clay.

“What about this?” Clay asked as he undid my zipper. He hesitated, waiting for me to give an indication one way or the other. I nodded again and jumped when he reached inside my slacks to pull them down along with my underwear. My cock bounced out against my stomach, and I looked down to see him smirking at me.

“Wow, not only are you gorgeous, but you're also well endowed,” Clay said and winked at me. My face burned.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Dead serious,” he said and took me in his hand, giving me soft, slow strokes. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t felt before, but it felt different this time, better. I groaned and closed my eyes again, just listening and feeling the pleasure. “How’s that?” Clay asked.

“Fantastic,” I said.

“Can I suck it?” he asked, and I couldn’t help myself anymore. The fear that'd tensed me up passed.

“Yes,” I answered and not even a second later the warmth of his mouth wrapped around me, pushing a moan out of me along with the air from my lungs. Slowly he took it all the way down, his tongue tickling the base of my cock before it met my balls. He stayed there for a few moments before sliding back up, and all the way back down again. My toes curled, and I worried I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Slow down,” I said, pushing him off me by his shoulders. He chuckled and looked up at me, a hungry look in his eyes, and if he hadn’t stopped, if he'd looked at me like that while I was still in his mouth, I would’ve come right then and there.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Are you kidding me? I’m having the time of my life,” he said with a laugh, still stroking me. I swatted his hand away from my cock. Even just the simple strokes were dangerously good, pushing me ever closer to the edge I was trying to fight. The only way I could keep it from coming was to distract myself, so I shoved him back by the shoulders to the floor and climbed on top of him. I tore off his pants in a swift motion and wasn’t disappointed by what I saw. He wasn’t large, but he was perfect nonetheless.

Without hesitation, I crouched down and slurped him into my mouth. I didn’t know what I was doing since I’d never done it before, but given the fact I had a cock myself, I could make a few educated guesses. I wrapped my hand around the shaft while I bounced up and down, applying different kinds of pressure around him with my hand as my mouth wet him.

Using one hand to keep himself steady, he sat up and wound his other hand in the hair on the back of my neck. He pushed me down, using his hips to buck up into my mouth each time, and I felt myself oozing on the inside of my legs. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced, and I realized it was just one of many new things I had yet to discover. Why had I waited so long?

But then again, maybe it took the right person coming along. Maybe it wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else. All I knew was that I wanted him, every little bit of him. His breathing grew erratic as my pace picked up, and I watched with delight as his sack grew tight. I wanted more than anything to give him release, give him the kind of pleasure he'd given me, but he begged me to stop.

“George, please, I’m not ready,” he gasped, trying to slide out from underneath me. I groaned and continued until eventually he squirmed away from me, heaving. He closed his cock between his legs to keep it from me.

“How the hell did you get so good at that?” he asked. “Are you sure you’ve never done it before?”

“No, I’ve never done it before, but after all these years spent fantasizing, maybe I just perfected my technique in my head,” I said and he laughed.

“What other kinds of things have you fantasized about?” Clay asked, the hungry look back in his eyes. It took everything I had to keep control. There were so many things I'd thought about, so many things I wanted to do but as I stared at his round, muscular butt shining in the light before me, there was one thing that overwhelmed them all.

I crept toward him on hands and knees, forced his legs apart, and pushed his knees up to his head. He gasped but didn’t resist. His beautiful hole stared back at me, winking and begging me to taste it.

I buried my face in him, lapping at his hole as if my life depended on it. It was incredibly taboo, but that’s what made it so good. He groaned and rested his feet on my shoulders as I continued to work at him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, daddy,” Clay groaned, grinding himself down to meet my tongue, and though I didn’t think it was possible, my cock swelled fuller. I didn’t know why he'd called me that, why that word came to his mind—but it was unbelievably hot.

“Is that what you like? Do you want daddy to take control?” I asked when I came away from him, my cock throbbing along with my pounding heart. The insides of my thighs were utterly soaked now, thanks to my leaking.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?” Clay asked.

“No, it was hot as hell, don’t apologize,” I said. “Is that the kind of thing you'd like to do?” I had to try not to laugh at myself, at how inexperienced and silly I sounded, but I didn’t know how else to ask.

“Only if you want to, but let me tell you, I damn sure do myself,” Clay said, stroking himself. I stood and left him there on the floor to go to the nightstand by my bed. I always kept condoms and lube in there, just in case duty called unexpectedly. I tore one off from the strip and snatched the bottle of lube to take it back to where he laid on the floor.

The look of hunger in his eyes intensified, arousing me more as I tore into the condom and rolled it onto myself. I didn’t think I would last long once we got busy, but it didn’t matter. We could go again if we had to, somehow I didn’t think Clay would object.

I drizzled the lube onto my cock and fingers, stroking myself to spread it evenly, and passed the bottle to Clay. Since I'd never done this kind of thing before, I didn’t know what was appropriate or what to expect, so I figured he'd be better off leading us.

He squirted a significant amount into the palm of his hand and slathered it between his cheeks, slipped a finger inside of himself and groaned when another finger slid inside. Just watching it was hot enough to get me off, but I didn’t want to stop there. Now that we’d come this far, I wanted the whole thing; I wanted him.

“I’m ready if you are,” he said and I smirked at him as I climbed closer. I lifted him up by the hips and aimed myself at his hole. He lowered himself down onto me slowly, taking me just a little bit at a time, and the way his face scrunched in ecstasy as I entered him was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

"Oh my god," he groaned when my hips met his. His chest was slick with his precum, and he seemed to melt into me, a raindrop into the ocean.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. It feels amazing," Clay laughed as he picked up his cock and began stroking it. "Just go slow to start so I can adjust. You're fucking big," he said.

"You're not just saying that, are you?" I asked, and he laughed again, shaking his head.

"No, definitely not just saying it," he said. I rocked my hips backward, as slowly as possible, and let out a groan from the sensation of him clamping down on me. There was something to be said about doing it slowly, about feeling every little movement, every tiny ripple of friction.

When I was halfway out, I pushed forward again as gently as I could, and Clay's eyes fluttered open, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his fist moved up and down on his cock.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Perfect," Clay gasped, his eyes closing as his head fell back on the floor. "Just like that, daddy. Nice and slow. Show your boy how it's done," he begged, and my entire body caught fire. Did he know it would work for me? Could he have known, or was it just pure passion coming out of his mouth? Either way, I didn't care. His begging snapped something inside me and judging from the way he'd started to move his hips in opposite motion of mine, he was ready.

I pulled back, leaving just the head of my cock inside, and slammed into him again, all the way inside. He cried out and gripped my chest with his free hand, but the pace of his stroking intensified. He stared me right in the eye, his pupils dilated, his brows touching, and nodded his approval.

"Fuck yeah. Come on, daddy, give it to me," he said, never breaking eye contact. Everything else fell away as I found a good rhythm, my thighs slamming into the back of his and filling the room with nothing but our panting and the slapping sound of skin against skin.

He gripped at my forearms, wrapped his feet around my waist and pulled me in closer. I fell on to him, my tongue colliding with his in his mouth. He let out a groan, a tortured whimper that filled my mouth with his desire, and threw his head back.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna come. Yeah, daddy, come on, fuck it out of me," Clay groaned, his eyes squeezed tight, so I gripped his hips and hammered away at him, my pulse pounding in my temples in time with my thrusts.

As his scream of pleasure filled the room, he released, spraying himself. It rocketed over his shoulder and landed on the carpet, and as his orgasm coursed through his body, his quivering hole massaging my cock inside him, I raced into mine.

"Here it comes, boy," I grunted, and Clay reached back to seize my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper into him. Our foreheads collided as I came, and he stared me in the eye.

"Yeah, that's it, come inside me, daddy," he said. My vision went blank for a few moments, and I stopped breathing as I pulsated inside him, my body spasming. When I came back to consciousness, Clay was laughing at me, rubbing his hands across my chest.

"How was that?"

"Otherworldly," I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. "You?"

"Oh my god, I don't think I've ever had anything better," Clay said. With his legs still wrapped around me, he continued pulling me in and out of him, and the feeling was too intense.

"Fuck, stop, it's sensitive," I groaned as I pulled slowly out of him and slumped to the floor beside him, spread eagle. He snuggled up next to me, rested his head on my chest. One of his legs tangled with mine and he traced circles in my chest hair.

"That was so hot," he laughed in my ear, giving me goosebumps.

"Hell yeah," I said. All the fear I'd had before, the nervousness, was long gone. I laid staring up at the ceiling, my chest heaving, Clay beside me.

"I'm glad you were my first," I said, and Clay chuckled.

"Yeah? Me too," he said. "I'm glad it was good. I'd hate myself forever if I'd disappointed you."

"Please, you could never disappoint me," I said, turning to place a kiss on his forehead. "So, uh... does this mean we're boyfriends or whatever now?" I asked, and Clay burst out laughing, burying his face in my collarbone.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"More than anything, yeah," I said. It was uncomfortable to be so vulnerable, but it was true.

"What about Parker?" Clay asked, and I laughed.

"I swear, you're more concerned with him than you are with me sometimes," I said.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to make things weird for him. He's going to have to see me every day at school," Clay said. I hadn't thought about that but based on the way Parker had encouraged me before the reception and smashed Clay and I together while we were dancing, I didn't think he'd mind.

"Alright, then I guess we're boyfriends now," Clay said.

"Really? You're not pulling my leg?" I asked.

"No. I'd much rather pull on something else," Clay said, reaching down to palm my cock still slick with lube.

"Stay the night, and you can pull on it as much as you want," I said.

"I planned on it," Clay said. "Now that I've roped me a cowboy, I'm going to ride him as much as I can."