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mouth crushed against those full, soft lips. He’d never kissed a man before, but this wasn’t “a man,” it was Roan, and Jake couldn’t suck his tongue far enough into his throat.
    The model moaned and whimpered as Jake’s arms pulled him tighter. It was like the boy softened in his arms, the curved lips opening to receive him. And Jake somehow understood that when Roan said he was a bottom, he meant it. Despite the audacious beauty and aura of confidence, the man was deeply submissive. The very idea raged straight to Jake’s cock like he’d been struck by lightning.
    His hands slipped down the bare alabaster back and dislodged the towel. Then he pulled back and looked for the first time at the erection poking him right in the crotch. His eyes widened. “Holy shit.” Those girls had said big—they simply had no idea. The cock was as beautiful as the man it belonged to but was truly out of proportion to Roan’s lean, hard-bodied frame. It was the penis of a giant—a hero—and Jake was amazed to feel his mouth actually water.
    Roan’s eyes were closed as if quietly waiting for some kind of verdict from Jake. He’d said that his cock had scared the girls in his high school. Maybe he was less assured about it than he seemed in his proud poses? “Roan,” Jake murmured. “You’re so beautiful. Everywhere.”
    As if to prove it, Jake slipped down to his knees, putting that enormous penis at mouth level. Though this was something he’d hardly ever thought of doing, it seemed natural to reach out with his tongue and lick the great plum head of the cock. Salty, a little bitter, a lot sweet . And with a deep sigh, he surrendered and wrapped his lips around the shining head and sucked.
    A soft wail came from Roan. He thrust one time deeply with his cock, forcing it into Jake’s throat, then again, and then, shockingly, he pulled out, away, wrenching his cock from Jake’s mouth.
    “Stop, Jake. Don’t. Stop.” He reached down and pulled Jake to his feet.
    Confused, Jake shook his head. “No, I want to. Let me.”
    “No.”
    Jake collapsed onto the bench, and Roan reached for the towel and wrapped it again around his waist, although it stuck almost straight out in front over his erection. He sat next to Jake and put one of those long-fingered hands on Jake’s arm.
    “Jake, there’s nothing I want more than my cock in your mouth”—he gave a little smile—“except maybe your cock in my ass.” Jake started to speak, and Roan stopped him. “No, wait, let me finish. I don’t know for sure what you tell yourself when you look at me, but I’ve got an idea. Beautiful green eyes, just like a girl’s. Lips like Angelina.” Jake looked a little sheepish, and Roan stood and went to a locker and keyed in a code.
    “It’s okay; I’ve heard it all before.” He turned and pulled off the towel. “Jake, I may be pretty, but I’m not a girl.” Jake grinned, since the great cock was making a pretty serious point out of the statement, but Roan didn’t smile. “Yeah, I’d love to walk over there and shove this big thing into your mouth, but after about five sucks, I’d come so hard I’d probably collapse, that’s how bad I want you. And the moment you felt my cum in your throat, you’d freak and run from this locker room like there were hounds chasing you. Gay hounds.”
    Roan pulled on his jeans commando, having to push the still-semierect cock into the denim. “The point is, I’m a man, Jake, and if we’re ever going to be together even for one night, I’ve got to know that you see me as a man…and that a man is what you want. I need to know you want me, not some androgynous dream.”
    Roan went quiet, pulling on his T-shirt and then leaning against the locker, waiting. Jake looked up at him, then stared down at his own hands. “I don’t know what to say, Roan. I admit, I do think some of your qualities are feminine, but many men—Tom, for example—are much more effeminate that you. And I’ve