don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing,” Cary muttered. “I mean…I’ve never…with a guy. Not really.”
“It’s okay.” Ryan forced himself to take a long, deep breath and stilled his hips, even though his throbbing dick protested vigorously. “We can go slow.” What he really wanted was Cary’s cock in his ass immediately, but he didn’t want to scare him off.
Cary shifted a little of his weight onto his hip and reached down to wrap his hand around Ryan’s shaft. He stroked tentatively.
Biting back a groan, Ryan thrust into the heat of his palm. “This works.”
“You said once…” Cary took a deep breath. “Remember the wrap party for season one when we all got wasted and played truth or dare?”
“Vaguely?” It was difficult to concentrate on anything but Cary’s hand on his cock. Ryan desperately tried to remember what he said in the haze of Corona and tequila shots but came up blank.
“You said you were a bottom.” Cary took a deep breath and rushed on. “SoifyoulikeitthenmaybecanIfuckyou?”
Ryan laughed and took Cary’s face in his hands. He kissed him hard. “I’ve wanted your cock inside me every day since our screen test.”
Cary’s cheeks dimpled. “So that’s a yes?” He teased the slit of Ryan’s dick with his thumb.
“Yes, yes, y—shit.”
Cary froze. “What? Did I…?”
“I don’t have anything with me.” He cursed himself. “And I don’t think Santa will leave condoms and lube in our stockings tonight.”
“Oh.” Cary relaxed and kissed Ryan. “It’s okay. I brought some. Just in case.”
Ryan’s whole body tingled. Just in case he could have sex with me . “You must have been a Boy Scout.”
Cary’s smile was rueful. “Nope. I tried one year, but I missed half the meetings because I had to go on location with my dad.”
“Well, you’re going to earn a badge tonight. Probably a few different ones.”
Chuckling, Cary hurried over to his suitcase. Ryan shivered without the heat of Cary’s body, but soon enough Cary was back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube that looked like it came from Costco.
“You definitely came prepared.”
On his knees by Ryan’s feet, Cary flicked the cap with a grin and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Then he paused, brow furrowed. “They never really do this part in the videos.”
“So you’ve been watching gay porn?” The thought made Ryan’s throat go dry.
“Uh-huh. I was curious.”
How is this real life? “Did you like it?”
Cary nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
His low voice sounding foreign to his own ears, Ryan asked, “Did you jerk off while you watched?”
Another nod.
Did you think about me? Ryan couldn’t quite get his next question out. His throat was too dry.
“I imagined it was you,” Cary whispered. “That I was fucking you.”
Ryan spread his legs wide and brought his knees up, exposing his hole. He reached for Cary’s hand. “Use your fingers. Open me up for your cock.”
His breathing shallow, Cary nudged his slick fingertip into Ryan’s ass, just barely. Ryan reached for Cary’s wrist impatiently. “More. It’s okay.”
“It feels good?” Cary’s gaze was locked on Ryan’s hole as he worked him open with one long finger and then two. “God, you’re so tight.” He shuddered and jerked his straining cock a few times.
Ryan jerked his head in a nod, pressing his lips together to swallow his moans as Cary pushed into him. He spread his legs even farther, totally unselfconscious in a way he’d never been with anyone else before. “I do this to myself and pretend it’s you,” he confessed.
With a groan, Cary leaned over and kissed him. He wiggled a third finger inside Ryan. “Is it enough?”
Groaning at the delicious fullness, he nodded. “You now.”
When Cary pulled his fingers out, Ryan couldn’t help but squeeze at them with his ass, not wanting to let them go. Sitting back on his heels, Cary rolled on a
“It’s okay.” Ryan forced himself to take a long, deep breath and stilled his hips, even though his throbbing dick protested vigorously. “We can go slow.” What he really wanted was Cary’s cock in his ass immediately, but he didn’t want to scare him off.
Cary shifted a little of his weight onto his hip and reached down to wrap his hand around Ryan’s shaft. He stroked tentatively.
Biting back a groan, Ryan thrust into the heat of his palm. “This works.”
“You said once…” Cary took a deep breath. “Remember the wrap party for season one when we all got wasted and played truth or dare?”
“Vaguely?” It was difficult to concentrate on anything but Cary’s hand on his cock. Ryan desperately tried to remember what he said in the haze of Corona and tequila shots but came up blank.
“You said you were a bottom.” Cary took a deep breath and rushed on. “SoifyoulikeitthenmaybecanIfuckyou?”
Ryan laughed and took Cary’s face in his hands. He kissed him hard. “I’ve wanted your cock inside me every day since our screen test.”
Cary’s cheeks dimpled. “So that’s a yes?” He teased the slit of Ryan’s dick with his thumb.
“Yes, yes, y—shit.”
Cary froze. “What? Did I…?”
“I don’t have anything with me.” He cursed himself. “And I don’t think Santa will leave condoms and lube in our stockings tonight.”
“Oh.” Cary relaxed and kissed Ryan. “It’s okay. I brought some. Just in case.”
Ryan’s whole body tingled. Just in case he could have sex with me . “You must have been a Boy Scout.”
Cary’s smile was rueful. “Nope. I tried one year, but I missed half the meetings because I had to go on location with my dad.”
“Well, you’re going to earn a badge tonight. Probably a few different ones.”
Chuckling, Cary hurried over to his suitcase. Ryan shivered without the heat of Cary’s body, but soon enough Cary was back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube that looked like it came from Costco.
“You definitely came prepared.”
On his knees by Ryan’s feet, Cary flicked the cap with a grin and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Then he paused, brow furrowed. “They never really do this part in the videos.”
“So you’ve been watching gay porn?” The thought made Ryan’s throat go dry.
“Uh-huh. I was curious.”
How is this real life? “Did you like it?”
Cary nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
His low voice sounding foreign to his own ears, Ryan asked, “Did you jerk off while you watched?”
Another nod.
Did you think about me? Ryan couldn’t quite get his next question out. His throat was too dry.
“I imagined it was you,” Cary whispered. “That I was fucking you.”
Ryan spread his legs wide and brought his knees up, exposing his hole. He reached for Cary’s hand. “Use your fingers. Open me up for your cock.”
His breathing shallow, Cary nudged his slick fingertip into Ryan’s ass, just barely. Ryan reached for Cary’s wrist impatiently. “More. It’s okay.”
“It feels good?” Cary’s gaze was locked on Ryan’s hole as he worked him open with one long finger and then two. “God, you’re so tight.” He shuddered and jerked his straining cock a few times.
Ryan jerked his head in a nod, pressing his lips together to swallow his moans as Cary pushed into him. He spread his legs even farther, totally unselfconscious in a way he’d never been with anyone else before. “I do this to myself and pretend it’s you,” he confessed.
With a groan, Cary leaned over and kissed him. He wiggled a third finger inside Ryan. “Is it enough?”
Groaning at the delicious fullness, he nodded. “You now.”
When Cary pulled his fingers out, Ryan couldn’t help but squeeze at them with his ass, not wanting to let them go. Sitting back on his heels, Cary rolled on a
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