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“What?”

“Fucking you — this isn’t my thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said if I fucked you, then you could choose one thing that you want to do. Well — I don’t want to fuck you. I mean, I do, but it isn’t going to work. I’m too big. It’s not my thing.”

“What’s your thing, then?”

“Do I have to tell you now?”

Mitchell frowned.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“You can do it.”

“Just like that you say I can do it. Aren’t you going to ask me if it’s going to hurt you?”

“I don’t care. You can do anything you like to me.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were afraid of me?”

“Yeah — no — maybe. But I think I like it.”

43

They didn’t even go into Tadd’s sitting room, but went straight to his bedroom, where Tadd began to undress Mitchell. He pulled the jacket off and undid Mitchell’s belt.

“I’ve had my bloods done,” Tadd said, “since Julia, so I’m clean. You?”

“I’ve never been with anyone.”

Tadd stopped. “So this is your first time?”

Mitchell nodded. He swallowed.

“I can wear a condom if you like.”

“No. I mean — you don’t have to. I want you to enjoy it.”

“It’s not going to happen, Mitchell. Particularly not if you haven’t ....”

Silence.

Tadd started again, unbuttoning Mitchell’s shirt. He drew it off his shoulders and draped it over an armchair.

“Sit down,” Tadd said.

Mitchell sat on the bed.

Tadd started undoing his laces, though Mitchell usually left them done up. Tadd slipped Mitchell’s shoes off, and then, gently, his socks.

“You want to stand up again.” Tadd pulled on his arms.

Mitchell began to feel that weakness he felt around Tadd, a weakness that felt as though he could melt. Tadd unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to Mitchell’s thighs.

“I like your jocks,” Tadd said. “They suit you — just being white. But even so, you should let me buy you some sexy things.”

“Sexy things?”

“Yeah.”

Mitchell stepped out of his jeans as Tadd drew them over his feet. Tadd was on his knees. He tugged on Mitchell’s jocks, tugging them gently down to his thighs and leaving them there.

“Oh, look at that,” Tadd said. Mitchell’s cock was soft because, despite what he had said, he was feeling uncertain, uneasy.

Tadd reached his fingers out and ran them over Mitchell’s pubes. “It’s so soft. It’s like the hair on your head — not even proper pubes.”

Mitchell looked down. He had thought his pubes were okay. At least he had some.

“It’s like a little fuzz of soft hair.”

Mitchell nodded, and Tadd drew the underpants over Mitchell’s knees. Mitchell stepped out of them.

“Is it okay if I wear my clothes?”

“Your clothes?”

“Yeah. I’m going to take my sweater off, and open my jeans — but I’d like to do it just like that. I’ll leave my socks on.”

In all Mitchell’s imaginings of being fucked, no one had ever had clothes on.

“You want me to take them off, don’t you.”

Mitchell shrugged.

“I’ll just leave my socks on. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Mitchell said, exhaling with relief.

Mitchell sat on the bed while Tadd undressed. The bed was so high that Mitchell felt like a child, his legs dangling. His sac was puckered, a thing that happened in response to fear or cold. When it was at its worst, Mitchell’s balls retreated into his groin, and this happened now.

Mitchell sucked in a breath. He didn’t feel in the least like having sex. His penis retreated further as Tadd opened his jeans, pulling them down with his shorts and stepping out of them.

Tadd’s cock was enormous. He was working on the buttons of his shirt, and as he did so, his cock swung from side to side like a pendulum, flopping from thigh to thigh.

Mitchell stood up again.

“That’s the best I’ve ever seen it,” Tadd said, moving toward Mitchell.

“What?”

“Your cock and balls.”

“My balls are up here,” Mitchell said, putting his fingers on the place.

“Don’t they ever get like that at training?”

“Not usually — only if the heating isn’t working properly.”

“It’s usually too hot.”

“Tell me about it.”

Tadd reached down and cupped his hand over Mitchell’s sac. “That’s just perfect. It feels like you haven’t got any balls at all.”

“Do you want me to be a woman?”

“No.” Tadd said. “How come your cock isn’t hard?”

Mitchell made a hopeless movement with his arms. “I’m feeling ...”

“Afraid?”

“Kind of.”

Tadd’s cock was lifting, growing slowly as it brushed against Mitchell.

“Here. I’ll put you on the bed.”

Tadd lifted Mitchell and laid him down on his back.

Mitchell turned his head towards Tadd, who was pulling a tube of lubricant out of his night table.

“You don’t need that,” Mitchell said.

“Don’t need it? Of course I need it,” Tadd said, dribbling lubricant along the length of his penis. “Are you going to roll over?”

“I want to do it face to face.”

“Well, that’s not going to work, Mitchell.”

“Can you stop telling me what will and won’t work? I know what’ll work.”

Tadd drew his head back. He walked around the bed, taking the tube of lubricant with him.

“Here. Open your legs a little,” he said to Mitchell, once he had climbed onto the bed. Tadd put his fingers between Mitchell’s legs. He stuck his middle finger into Mitchell’s ass and it slid right in.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“What?”

“Loosen me up.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve already done it. Hell, it will be okay, Tadd. Can you just trust me?”

“I’ll stick two fingers in,” Tadd said, sliding the fingers into Mitchell’s ass.

Mitchell sighed and closed his eyes. He felt Tadd slide his fingers out before sliding three fingers in, all grouped together.

“I got three fingers in,” Tadd said, sounding surprised.

Mitchell wasn’t going to say anything.

“You want me to just try it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. You want to open your legs a bit more.”

Mitchell drew his thighs apart. He opened his eyes and saw Tadd kneeling over him, shuffling over him until he was positioned between Mitchell’s legs.

Oh, hell, Mitchell thought. He’s really going to do it. He felt his heart thump as Tadd leaned forward with one hand beside him. With his other hand, he was guiding his cock into Mitchell’s ass.

Mitchell closed his eyes. He felt the head of Tadd’s cock, pressed up against his asshole, and then Tadd pushed. At the same time Tadd let go of his cock, and put his other hand beside Mitchell on the mattress. Mitchell opened his eyes. Tadd was bulking over him, his chest enormous. He pushed as he lowered himself onto his elbows, and then as he pushed a little further, and lay down, Mitchell felt Tadd’s cock sliding all the way into his anus. It seemed never-ending, like a train entering a tunnel.

And it was big.

It did hurt.

He wanted to say to Tadd to pull back a little before going further in, but he bit his words back and winced a little.

“Am I hurting you?”

“It’s okay.”

Tadd pushed further, lying his body down onto Mitchell’s and exhaling at the same time. Mitchell figured it was in, but Tadd suddenly pressed right up, pushing his cock in far further than Mitchell had imagined possible.

“Oh, fuck,” Tadd said.

“What?”

“I’m coming.”

He laid down on Mitchell, holding some of his weight off him with his elbows. With his eyes closed, he bit his lips with every spasm of his cock in Mitchell’s ass. He licked his lips and opened his eyes.

They stared at one another as though seeing each other for the first time. Time seemed to still, stretching into eternity. The rise and fall of their bodies. Warm breath. And Mitchell felt full. And suddenly that feeling of clarity again, as though everything was wonderful.

“Can you leave it in there?” Mitchell said, breaking the spell.

“What?”

“Leave your cock in there.”

“Yeah?” Tadd said. “You want me to?”

“Yeah. I like the feeling of it — and you can lie down on me. I’m not going to break.”

Tadd lay down on Mitchell, his enormous chest pressing down upon him. He nuzzled his face into the side of Mitchell’s neck. And then he stuck his tongue in Mitchell’s ear.

Mitchell responded — finally. He felt his cock grow hard until it was pressing against Tadd’s body. He breathed a little deeper, relaxed a little. He hadn’t realized he was so tense.

Time seemed to pass again — a long time. Mitchell closed his eyes. Tadd moved his head and kissed Mitchell’s eyelids, kissed his forehead, his hair. Slowly, surprising Mitchell, he began to move again, and Mitchell felt Tadd’s cock firm in his ass until it was rock hard.

Tadd pulled backwards, pulling his cock almost all the way out, and just as Mitchell feared he was going to pull it out altogether, he slowly pushed forward again, sliding it all the way up to the hilt, something that seemed to take forever, and every moment of which was an almost unbearable pleasure.

Mitchell groaned. Desperation and relief. He ground his pelvis upwards, grinding it into Tadd. He wanted to put his hand on his cock — to pull himself off — but there was no way he could reach it.

Slowly, Tadd did it again, pulling his cock way back out before sliding it all the way in again.

Mitchell didn’t understand how it could feel so good, and how it could feel so long. He was breathless, and his body began to spasm, his pelvis jittering.

Tadd began to pump a little faster, and Mitchell tried to respond, but he was helpless. Tadd overwhelmed him. He began to pump a little harder, a little faster, and then he was pumping into Mitchell very hard and Mitchell felt out of control, deliciously out of control, as though his body was doing things it had never done before.

He ached to touch his cock. He ached to come.

“Push it all the way in,” he said desperately. He wanted more of it. All of it.

Tadd responded, thrusting forward in one long lunge, until the two of them were clasped firmly together. They stopped. And groaned simultaneously, Tadd’s body jerking along with Mitchell as the two of them came.

Mitchell exhaled with a sound of surprise.

“Good?” Tadd’s voice was thick.

Mitchell couldn’t speak.

“You okay?”

Mitchell nodded dumbly.

Tadd lay still, seemingly unable to move, and then slowly, he drew out of Mitchell and lay beside him on the bed.

Mitchell stared at the angels on the ceiling of the bed. So that was what it was like, he said to himself. The angels above his head seemed suddenly miraculous, shimmering with golden promise, blowing their trumpets in a pale blue sky.

“Come here,” Tadd said.

He reached for Mitchell and drew him into an embrace.

44

 “I figure that was just as perfect as it could be, Mitchell.”

The two of them were in Tadd’s shower, washing each other. Tadd was soaping Mitchell up, showering under the showerhead himself, while Mitchell had his hands resting on the glass. Tadd soaped down into Mitchell’s ass crack, telling him to move his legs apart a little by slapping the insides of his thighs. Tadd squatted down and ran his hands under Mitchell’s perineum and up the other side, so that he was soaping Mitchell’s cock and balls from behind. Mitchell felt it happening, another boner, and as it became hard, Tadd began to soap it vigorously. Mitchell came, his cum spurting onto the glass.

“Is that cum?”

Mitchell nodded.

“Fuck. I just pulled you off. I’ve never done that before — not with anyone.”

Anyone? Had Tadd been with another guy before?

“Who’s anyone?” Mitchell said, after they had climbed into the spa bath together.

“What?”

“You said you hadn’t done that with anyone — pulled someone off.”

“Oh.”

There was a long silence.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Yeah?”

Mitchell splashed some water at him.

“You can’t tell me?”

“No.”

“Why is that?” Mitchell said, splashing him with a little more water.

“It’s a guy thing.”

“A
guy
thing? Well, I’m a guy — so you can tell me.”

“No. I mean it’s like a thing between two guys. The other guy wasn’t gay, so I can’t tell you.”

Mitchell splashed him again and Tadd pounced, throwing himself quickly over to Mitchell’s side of the spa bath. The water swelled in a wave, going over the side. Then Tadd had Mitchell in his lap, and he was tickling him.

“Don’t, Tadd,” Mitchell said, laughing and trying to get away. He felt Tadd’s boner rising up between his legs, right under his balls. It angled toward the surface of the water as though it was his own cock. Mitchell closed his thighs around it.

“Oh,” Tadd said, and stopped tickling Mitchell.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I pull on it?”

“Go on.”

Mitchell wrapped his hand around Tadd’s cock — the first time he had ever touched it. It was so broad that Mitchell couldn’t get his thumb and fingers to meet. He started pulling slowly and imagined that Tadd’s cock was his own. This was what it would feel like, he told himself, if I had a proper cock.

Mitchell felt Tadd relax and he pulled a little faster. Before he knew it, Tadd was coming. The cum strung into the water like a streamer flung to a leaving ship. Mitchell watched it trail around itself. He squeezed along the length of Tadd’s cock, squeezing the cum out of him.

“So who was this other guy?” Mitchell said, sliding off Tadd and sitting beside him.

“Mitchell,” Tadd said warningly.

“Did he know you were gay?”

“No. We were just making out like neither of us were. Like we just wanted to get each other off.”

“What did you do?”

“Suck cock.”

“You sucked his?”

“We both did it.”

“Can you tell me who it was?”