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him.
    “I’m coming,” he gasped.
    Alan never looked away. He took him deeper into his mouth as he reached behind Jerald and grabbed his ass. As he felt the explosion rip through his balls, he let out a loud moan while he watched Alan watching him come, watched Alan’s throat work as he swallowed.
    After a moment Alan rocked back on his heels. “Better?”
    “Holy fuck.”
    “Is that a good holy fuck, or a what the fuck did I just do holy fuck?”
    “Both.”
    Alan arched an eyebrow at him. “Should I take care of myself, or would you like to help?”
    Coherent thought slowly returned to his brain. Jerald heard himself say, “I’d like to help.”
    Alan didn’t look away as he stood and pressed close. He grabbed Jerald’s hand and put it on his cock. “How about I go easy on you and you let me do the heavy work?” Then he leaned in and kissed Jerald as he wrapped his own hand around Jerald’s, holding it on his shaft.
    Alan thrust his hips, fucking Jerald’s hand. After a few minutes Jerald regained enough of his senses to help. As Jerald took control, Alan released his hand and held on to Jerald’s shoulders for balance. Jerald used both hands, one on Alan’s cock, the other on his balls.
    “Look at me,” Jerald grunted. “I want to see your face when you come.”
    Alan tipped his head back. Jerald studied him, wanting that feeling back, that connection of a moment ago.
    To feel connected to another human being in a way he never had before.
    Alan was there, with him.
    It took his breath away.
    He watched as Alan’s lips parted, his skin flushed. Then his thrusts quickened, more jerky. “I’m almost there.”
    Jerald squeezed harder as Alan cried out, his hot juices coating Jerald’s hands.
    Alan rested his head against his chest as Jerald enveloped him in his arms and held him for several long, silent minutes. He didn’t miss how good Alan felt in his arms.
    “What now?” Jerald croaked, still not sure how he’d gotten to this point, and yet knowing he could never go back.
    He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to lose that connection with Alan.
    Alan laughed as he looked up. “Whatever you want, man. I told you, what happens here stays here.” His gaze flicked over Jerald’s face, studying him. “Unless you want to do something when we get home. Then I’m happy to oblige you there, too. I’m not going anywhere.”
    He wanted to kiss Alan again. He wanted to taste him, feel his stubbly cheek coarse against his own, run his fingers over the sandpaper texture on his face. He slanted his lips over Alan’s and kissed, nipping, biting, deep and hungry.
    He didn’t want to lose him and didn’t know how to hold on to him.
    He just knew he had to for his own sanity.
     
    They never made it back out on the boat the rest of the trip. After their shower, they returned to Alan’s bed. Alan grabbed a towel, a bottle of lube, and a box of condoms. Then he spent nearly half an hour playing with Jerald, teasing him and slowly loosening his virgin ass with his fingers, playfully torturing him before he finally rolled a condom onto himself.
    “You ready?” Alan asked.
    Jerald didn’t trust his voice. He nodded.
    He felt Alan press his thick cockhead against his puckered rim. Then Alan smiled down at him. “I’ll be honest. I hope I’m the only guy who ever gets to do this to you.” He pressed forward, breaching his ass, slowly seating himself inside Jerald until his thighs lay against his.
    Jerald, on his back with his knees to his chest, stared up into Alan’s big brown eyes.
    “You okay?” Alan asked.
    Jerald nodded. He felt a hell of a lot better than okay.
    He’d never imagined this side of Alan, taking charge, his quiet confidence and security.
    “I’m going to fuck you, then you can fuck me, okay?”
    Jerald nodded, lost in Alan’s gaze.
    The corners of Alan’s mouth curled into a sexy, playful smile. “I have a feeling you’ll normally want to be on top. I don’t mind