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from taking the controller and tossing it onto
the coffee table next to the other one, then lifting the book and
dropping it onto the dark wood.
    Trey's cock bobbed and licked across the
inside of the sweats. His lips parted and he didn't resist when
Tenino pushed him backward onto the couch cushions and then
positioned himself on top, hard cock touched to hard cock and
separated only by soft material.
    Pleasure shuddered through him. He moaned,
and heated dark eyes stared hungrily into his as Tenino thrust,
rubbing cock against cock. "You still want to claim you aren't
gay?"
     
     
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    No, Trey thought, exquisite sensation
engulfing him in molten waves of needy heat. His hips lifted, his
cock rubbed against Tenino's in silent acknowledgement of his
sexuality.
    "I can cuff you, work a confession out of
you if that's what it takes," Tenino threatened, his breathing a
little ragged. "Answer the question. You still want to claim you
aren't gay?"
    "No."
    Tenino rocked against him and Trey's thighs
widened. Another shudder of pleasure originated in his cock.
    "Say it, Trey."
    The heat in Tenino's eyes and feral
tightness of lips that'd probably made hundreds of other guys
scream warned that he'd pursue this confession relentlessly.
    Trey's ass clamped. A pulse traveled the
length of his cock and exited as precum. "I'm gay already.
Okay?"
    His heart stuttered, fluttered like a caged
bird about to panic. Shouldn't admitting it out loud, confessing it
to someone else for the first time free him?
    Tenino's eyes darkened. His mouth lowered.
"You ever been with another man?"
    "No." It came out husky, needy, a lifetime
of want held in a two-letter word.
    "Good."
    Good?
    The fluttering in his chest migrated to his
stomach, had his cock lifting away from his abs and straining to
get clear of the sweats. He thrust upward. Tenino's mouth swooped
downward.
    An expert tongue parted his lips, drove into
his mouth. He moaned, eyes closing with the onslaught of pleasure.
Scent aside, cocks aside, a flat chest instead of full breasts, and
he'd still know he was being kissed by a man and not a woman.
    A dominant, take charge man. Any possibility
of denying his sexuality again burned away in the scorching heat
that was Tenino.
    It felt so good to have Tenino lying on top
of him, their cocks pressing together as their tongues thrust and
retreated, tangled. It felt better than anything he'd ever
experienced; it felt profoundly right.
    And there was no reason to deny himself. At
least not tonight, or tomorrow, or for however long he remained in
Hohoq.
    His hands went to Tenino's hair and undid
the braid. His heart thrilled at the shudder of pleasure that went
through Tenino.
    He swallowed Tenino's groan and wanted to
coax more of them from him. He combed through Tenino's hair,
fingertips sliding over deeply tanned skin and firm muscles.
    Tenino's hips jerked. Without breaking the
kiss, he lifted onto an elbow and freed Trey's ponytail with a tug
Trey felt in his cock.
    If he could have, he'd have gotten rid of
the sweats, made it easier for Tenino to reach between them and
grasp his cock. And he'd go off the instant he felt another man's
hand on his dick.
    More precum wet the tip of his cock. By now
it'd probably soaked through and was visible at the front of the
light gray sweats.
    He didn't care. No point in caring when his
being turned on was already obvious.
    Tenino gripped Trey's hair, deepened the
kiss, turning it into something dominant, possessive,
insistent.
    Trey moaned. He pushed his hands beneath the
waistband of Tenino's sweats and grabbed a taut, muscled ass.
    Tenino thrust and Trey matched it. They
fucked against each other, tongues thrusting, rubbing,
battling.
    Panting, Tenino said, "Lose the shirt."
    Trey got rid of it, nearly came when their
chests touched. He'd gone a lifetime needing this, craving this,
denying himself this.
    More arousal coated his cock head. He wanted
to push his sweats downward and do