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than anything, well almost. But the first time, I think you should fuck me. I’ve had practice.”
    He chuckled even though his hips were still moving in concert with my hand. “You going to coach me?”
    “I’m taking one for the team,” I joked back.
    He held my face between his hands as he studied me.
    “Are you sure? I mean, I want to, damn, how I want to, but if you usually top –”
    “How do you know about that?”

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    “Internet, doof,” he said, just like he used to years ago.
    He gave me a wicked grin. “I have a lot of theoretical knowledge, I just haven’t put it into practice.”
    “So I’m your gay test dummy?”
    “I want you.” He ignored my levity, his gaze hungry as he stared at me, licking his lips.
    “I’m all yours.” I got to my feet.
    “Where you going?”
    “Lube. Protection.” I went to my bag and rooted through it. I hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, but the supplies still languished almost forgotten in my travel kit.
    He watched my cock sway from side to side as I came to him, sitting up to touch it, giving me a couple of light strokes.
    “Don’t keep doing that if you want this to last longer than a minute,” I warned, backing away from him.
    “Can I suck it?”
    “You want to?” Stupid question. Faced with an erection like his, I wanted it in my mouth; I guess I was still just not taking it in that he was that way too.
    In answer, he held my buttocks in his palms, using them to pull me closer. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the head and down the shaft like an expert.

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    “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I gasped.
    “Cucumbers,” he said briefly, before reapplying himself.
    I laughed, not sure whether to believe him, but I was so crazily turned on. He slid his fingers into my cleft and over my opening while he sucked my cock softly. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking down at him thinking this had to be a dream. One of his fingers pushed gently at the sensitive skin of my entrance and I bent over him, convulsing with the sudden power of my orgasm as I shot into his mouth.
    He supported me as I slid to my knees, coming to rest against him, gasping and shivering in the aftermath. “You liked it?”
    “More than the cucumbers did, I bet.” I laid there in his arms, panting for breath and felt his cock hard against my hip, as if to remind me that we had some unfinished business. “You have some serious aptitude for this. Let me rest a minute.”
    “Long as you like, babe.” His eyes were tender as he looked at me. “You’ll have to tell me what you like.”
    “Or you could find out for yourself.”
    “You like this?” He circled a fingertip around the aureole of my unpierced nipple. I nodded and he took it between his finger and thumb, pinching lightly.

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    The thrill of watching his farmboy hands on my body sent a tingle down my spine. I’d thought I wouldn’t be able to get hard again for at least an hour and here I was, taking notice already.
    He ran his hand down my chest. I had very little hair, compared to him, but he seemed to like the difference, tracing a line in my iliac furrow. “I always used to look at you, see that line going down in your shorts, and wonder what it felt like to touch you there. I wanted to lick you.”
    “Go ahead,” I murmured.
    He pushed my leg out wider and leaned over to draw his tongue over my skin. It felt so good; I felt my hips start up in the rhythm and spread my legs wider. He nuzzled my cock and licked around my balls.
    “Oh man, don’t stop….” I spread my legs wider and he shifted to kneel between them.
    “What?” He looked at me with a half smile.
    “The internet is a wonderful thing,” I gasped.
    “Kept me going,” he agreed. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, squeezing my cheeks in his hands. I expected him to be a little hesitant, or awkward, but he seemed