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body’s response. I just went with it. When he fumbled with my belt and unzipped my jeans, I just went with it. When he slipped his hands under my briefs and kneaded my ass with strong, sure hands, I sighed and pushed forward. When he cupped my balls and my dick, my breath caught, but I still went with it. I remember he was suddenly urgent as he stroked me. His grip was tight and felt amazing. I didn’t think I’d last long. But he pulled away from me, taking something out of his pocket before shucking off his jeans and shoes. I literally stood there with my very hard dick in my hands, watching as he walked toward the bed and then placed a condom and packet of lube by his knees as he arranged himself on his hands and knees in front of me. His ass on full display. I remember he seemed breathy as he told me to fuck him.
    I don’t remember thinking beyond desire at that moment. I’d never done any of the things I’d done with him before. I was a homo virgin. I’d had sex with a couple of girlfriends in high school, but I was well aware that I was crossing into new territory. That was all the thinking I let my head do as I slipped the condom on, lubed up, and reached for him. We fucked. It was hot, tight, sweaty, and yeah, I liked it. A lot. Looking back at it, I’m sure I was a lousy lay. I think he knew enough to take care of himself. I couldn’t think beyond my own primitive urges. We didn’t linger after the act. I didn’t feel ashamed at all, but I definitely felt confused.
    In the six years since that experience, I had never seriously looked twice at a man until Aaron. Until Aaron, I had convinced myself that was a one-off drunken experience. One I owned but doubted I’d ever do again. Aaron and I hadn’t done anything sexual, really. We had kissed. That’s it. And now one month had gone by since that kiss, and all I could do was think of him.
    I was very busy with classes and with my internship at the law firm. I’d played guitar and sang at the bar I had told Aaron about a couple of times. I’d watched my fair share of football with my friends, and yeah, I managed to spend some time with my girlfriend. But none of this stopped me from thinking of Aaron, wondering if I’d bump into him at the market, at a coffee shop, or even on the street. I was thinking I should just give into the urge I had to call him. Then one day something happened to make me think I needed to do something sooner rather than later if I was going to get my sense of balance back.
    It was a late Saturday afternoon in mid-November, so naturally I was parked in front of our large-screen TV watching college football with my buddies. Empty beer bottles and bags of chips were strewn about. The games hadn’t been particularly exciting that day, but it didn’t stop us from screaming at the television and one another with mostly good-natured jibes. I loved hanging out with my friends. I loved being with a bunch of guys sharing a beer or two and debating sports, politics, and current events. It was times like this that kept me from thinking about Aaron, which was a topic I didn’t want to share with anyone. Not even Curt, who strangely enough hadn’t brought up Aaron once since the day after I’d introduced them at the bar last month. Curt had asked me how my “friend” was the next day, made a comment regarding his hotness (“sizzling,” I believe he said), and that was it. Not a word since. I was relieved.
    There was a banging at the front door, and Jason got up off the ratty old sofa to answer. I gave a quick glance toward the door but was otherwise engrossed in the action on the screen. A double take had me groaning inside but plastering a fake smile on my face. It was Kristin with Chelsea, Jason’s girlfriend, and Jen, a friend of Kristin’s who was crushing on Dave. They walked into the apartment with grocery bags in hand.
    “We’re here to cook! Man cannot live on chips and beer alone!” Chelsea declared.
    “How about