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“Shhh, stop it. Be still,” Les ordered, his warm breath gusting over Adam’s wet skin.

“Oh fuck,” Adam muttered, closing his eyes and letting his head hang down. Those

were Les’ lips on his ass, his tongue lapping at the bruises… That was nearly enough to make EX’S AND O’S

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Adam come right there. He knew better than to expect Les to rim him, Adam wasn’t thinking for one second that would happen, but it didn’t matter. This tender treatment was as sensual in its own way, or maybe not sensual, but so sweet, so loving—

Stop that! Don’t even go there!
That was just asking for a heartache. Adam shut his mind off and revelled in Les’ touches until he heard the rumble of Les’ voice. Opening his eyes, Adam blinked at the shower wall. “What?” Les had asked something, said something.

Hadn’t he?

“I want to touch you,” and oh, didn’t Les sound like he needed to? “But I…I don’t know how.”

And now the man sounded downright miserable. Adam pushed up from the wall and

turned around on shaky legs, stumbling as he blinked the water out of his eyes. Les was sitting on his haunches, one big hand squeezing the base of his cock. The whole rod was darker now, the thick veins bulging in the most tantalising way. Adam reached behind himself, slapping at the knobs, somehow managing to turn the water, not off, but at least adjusting it so the water poured from the spigot instead of the showerhead. Then Adam looked away from Les’ tempting length and into his gorgeous face, currently plastered with an expression of confusion and desire—and a tinge of embarrassment, as evidenced by the ruddy stripes on his cheeks.

“Oh man,” Adam muttered as he sank slowly to his knees. “You have no idea how

fucking gorgeous you are!”

Les’ eyes widened as Adam continued lowering himself down until his lips hovered

right above Les’ glistening crown. “Adam?” he asked shakily, his voice quivering as much as his thighs.

“Mmm.” Really, this counted as being good, didn’t it, when Les was gripping that big dig and holding it out like an offering?
It does!
Adam opened his mouth and, looking up at Les, licked the smooth wet tip.

“Fuck! Adam!” Les jerked like he’d been hit with a taser, toppling back on his ass.

Adam crawled up his bent legs and sucked in half of Les’ cock, moaning at the flavour and feel of that silky steely length in his mouth. He tightened his lips and swirled his tongue around a particularly fat vein and Les yelled, one hand burrowing in Adam’s hair and tugging urgently. “Stop stop stop! Oh my God, Adam! I can’t—”

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Adam sucked his way up to the tip and delved his tongue into Les’ slit, digging out as much of the seeping liquid as he could. He came off with a loud pop and nodded at Les.

“You’re ready to come. You think you’ll be able to hold off long enough to fuck me?”

Les shook his head frantically, gasping. “No, but I want—”

“You can”— Adam said with a grin—“next time.” Adam dived back down on Les’

cock while prying the man’s hand from the base. He didn’t know if he could take it all, but he was damn sure going to try.

“Fucking hell, Adam!” Les babbled, a mix of curse words and Adam’s name as Adam

swallowed more of the hard shaft. The hand in Adam’s hair tightened, pulling until Adam’s eyes watered, but he knew Les was trying to pull him off, he was just hanging on for the ride.

Adam grinned around his mouthful and relaxed his throat muscles, allowing a few more inches of Les’ cock to sink deep, breaching his throat. He swallowed immediately, relishing the strangled shout, the thrashing of Les’ hips as the first hot jet of cum shot free. Backing off, Adam caught the next spurt on his tongue. He brought a hand to Les’ furry balls and pushed carefully, milking the man for every drop of salty nectar he could get.

The taste of Les combined with the way he shivered and moaned, gasped and panted, was too much for Adam’s poor neglected dick. He made a grab for it, trying to stave off the orgasm boiling in his balls. He’d no sooner managed to grip his cock than he came, bucking his hips and painting Les’ thighs with spunk. The relief of finally climaxing made Adam so weak he barely had the strength to turn his head and let Les’ softened dick slip from his lips before collapsing in a boneless heap.

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Once Les was able to think somewhat logically, he eased Adam up. Les dried Adam

off then took his hand and led him into the bedroom, where he nudged the sexy blond onto the bed. Adam had looked a little disappointed when Les had said he needed to go back and finish getting clean, but he did, and he was just too self-conscious to scrub everywhere with someone else watching.

And besides, Les was…curious. Maybe he couldn’t let anyone else poke around at his ass, but one thing was for sure, he’d never know whether or not he’d like it if someone didn’t try it.

Should he lock the bathroom door first? Les looked at the little button. It’d click if he locked it, and sure as shit Adam would hear it and wonder what he was up to. Les didn’t like that scenario at all, and decided to leave the door unlocked. He’d make this quick anyway, and it wasn’t like there’d be any signs that he’d been messing with himself. It was a sad fact, one he really didn’t want to acknowledge and truly didn’t want to tell Adam, but coming twice in one night was probably about it for him. Hell, that was once more than Les came in a week usually.

After restarting the shower, Les got in, his nerves jangling with a mix of fear and, he was surprised to note, anticipation. Obviously there was something to the whole anal sex thing. He was pretty sure it had to feel great for the guy doing the fucking, but being on the receiving end? That just seemed uncomfortable, maybe even painful. Yet people did it, so there had to be something about getting fucked that felt good.

“Okay,” Les muttered, soaping up the washcloth. What exactly was ‘okay’ he wasn’t sure, but he felt a little less scared for saying it. As much as he just wanted to get started and figure out what it’d feel like to be penetrated, he forced himself to wash his body, grimacing when his tired cock tried to rise as he cleaned his groin. “Not gonna happen,” he told that particular part, giving it a pat, “but you get an A for effort.”

Les soaped up his buttocks then frowned as he tried to figure out the best way to do this. Finally decided on a plan, he hitched one leg up and propped his foot on the side of the EX’S AND O’S

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tub, pushing the shower curtain there over the edge. Water streamed down onto the floor but he ignored it for now as he looked at the three items on the shower caddy. Soap—that shit burned when he got it in his eyes, so maybe not that, then. Same went for the shampoo. That left the conditioner, and whether or not that burned, he hadn’t a clue, but he grabbed the bottle and popped the top before pouring a puddle of it into his left hand.

Maybe that was too much? Looked like he’d dumped half the bottle. Les shrugged

and closed the lid with his chin then set it back on the caddy. He dipped a finger into the viscous stuff, coating it as thoroughly as he could. The shower promptly rinsed most of it off and Les cursed before smacking the showerhead aside. He felt strange, tingly and warm, much like he had when he’d been so turned on earlier.

That must mean he wanted to do this more than he didn’t, Les reasoned as he slicked up his finger again. He took a deep breath and reached around himself, zeroing in on his hole easier than he’d thought he would. The first touch of his slippery finger to his anus sent a ripple of heat up his balls and cock, and when he slowly inserted the tip, Les knew he was in trouble.

Because, damn, that little bit felt good! Weird, sure, but good. He worked his finger in deeper, careful not to get carried away and just shove, and the deeper he got his digit, the more he was certain he liked it. His ass felt empty and aching, though, as if the bit he’d pushed in wasn’t enough. Les tried to fit some more in, but in this position it just wasn’t happening.

This time he didn’t have to think about it for long, he simply brought his hand around front, slicked some more goop on it, then hunched over and slid his finger in his ass. And shuddered, when the tip of the crooked digit brushed over something inside him. He moaned when he brushed over it again.

Les wasn’t stupid, he knew what that was. As health conscious as he’d been since…

well, since, he knew all about his prostate. He just hadn’t thought it’d feel like a zillion bolts of pleasure were spearing from that little hot button through his ass and into every cell in his body. There seemed to be a direct line of pleasure from his gland to his cock and balls, of course, but the two that zipped up his belly and over his chest, turning his nipples into hard pebbles that ached to be touched—that surprised him. All these years he’d thought those things on his chest were just for decoration! Now he wanted to pinch them, touch them, but EX’S AND O’S

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he just didn’t have enough hands. Then his cock stirred, and Les looked down at it in surprise.

“Again? Really?” Maybe he would get to fuck Adam tonight after all!

Les pulled his finger almost all the way out then started pressing in with two. It didn’t feel quite as good at first, burning and stretching his ring like it did, but very soon he was pumping those digits in and out slowly, making sure to brush over his gland every third stroke or so. Sure enough, his cock was hard, the slit wet with a bead of pre-cum.

Oh man! That feels good!
Maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck Adam after all, because this—

this new discovery was something he knew he could get addicted to. If he fisted his cock, gave it a couple of hard tugs, it would go off like a geyser. Then he thought of Adam, waiting for him in bed. Did he really want to be a selfish prick and get himself off when he’d already come twice and Adam had only come once? Les’ dick was good and hard now, and he

wasn’t so close to the edge he couldn’t pull back, but if he kept this up for much longer…

Nah, he wouldn’t be a jerk, couldn’t be when visions of Adam’s sweet ass kept

dancing behind his lids. Of course, that did little to help him stave off his climax, so Les slipped his fingers out and quickly washed away the traces of his experiment.

At least he knew now he liked having something in there. Maybe with time, he could learn to trust Adam enough to let the sexy little blond fuck him? Well, it’s a goal, and a good one. But for now…

Les turned off the shower then did a half-assed job towelling off. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. Flossing was just going to have to wait. Opening the bathroom door, he expected Adam to be waiting for him, looking nice and sweet under the bright covers, or, he’d been afraid, possibly even asleep. But he should have known better, because nice and sweet weren’t really personality traits of Adam’s. Yeah, the man was nice, and sure he could be sweet, Les guessed, but really, the man was sex packaged up in smooth pale skin and big, hungry eyes.

So he shouldn’t have felt like he’d been broadsided by a damned bus when he stepped into the bedroom and found Adam kneeling on the bed, legs spread wide and his ass in the air as he worked several fingers in and out of his pucker.

Several things rushed through Les’ mind as he watched the glorious sight of Adam

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impressed with how flexible Adam was. Les didn’t think he could bend like that and get his fingers so far up his ass. Then he wondered why he was standing there when he could be on the bed, fucking Adam senseless.

Adam rolled his head and looked at Les with lust-dazed eyes. “Come on and get in,”

Les thought he said, but it was hard to be sure with half of Adam’s face mashed into a pillow and his voice all slurred like he was drunk. But Les was sure enough to hurry over to the bed, his cock pointing the way as if to lead him to the very spot he wanted to bury it. He climbed onto the bed then got back off and grabbed hold of Adam’s hips.

“Just a sec,” Adam mumbled then he withdrew his fingers from his body. “‘kay.”

Les hooked his hands around Adam’s hips, careful at first to avoid his bruised ass until he remembered Adam’s suggestion for how to cover them up. He let his thumbs rest over a mark on each side and pressed gently, judging Adam’s reaction. By the way the man moaned and arched his back, shoving his butt up, Les thought Adam liked it. He was sure when he did it again and Adam rasped, “Yesssss!”

Secure that he wasn’t going to actually hurt the man, at least not in a way Adam

didn’t like, Les gripped tighter and heaved, lifting and dragging Adam to the edge of the bed. Their height difference made this perfect, Adam kneeling on the edge put his sweet little hole level with Les’ dick. It was already slick, shiny even, and stretched so that it gaped slightly. The wrinkled skin was rosy and puffy, and Les thumbed Adam’s crack, spreading his plump cheeks wider so Les could get a better look at the tiny ring he was fixing to push his dick into. What possessed him to lean in and blow over Adam’s opening, Les didn’t know, but he sure liked the way Adam reacted, shivering and whimpering, and that little hole clenched and winked at Les in a tease or promise or maybe both.

Then Les’ mouth watered with a desire to taste, which freaked him out enough that he straightened up and decided to fill that tempting pucker up. He started to line up his dick, chill bumps skittering over his body as he tried to keep from just shoving all the way in. No matter that Adam had stretched his hole, it was still tiny, and Les’ dick wasn’t.

“Wait!” Adam shouted, scaring the beejeezus out of Les.

“What?! What?!” Holy shit, his heart was about to pound out of his chest!

“Gotta use a rubber,” Adam said, though he didn’t sound happy about it.