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his skin. He inhaled the invigorating scent of male musk and sweat. Chris groaned and

ran his fingers through Max’s hair. He wanted to show Chris the same pleasure he’d

just received but feared he’d fall short.

“It’s okay,” Chris said, seemingly able to read his mind. He smiled encouragingly

down at him. “It’s all feels good.”

Max considered his statement and decided to touch Chris as
he
liked to be touched.

There would be some differences, Max was certain, but he couldn’t go wrong

replicating the same movements that drove him mad with desire. He’d seen his fair

share of dicks over the years in locker rooms and porn flicks but Chris’ easily ranked as

the largest. His wide girth and shocking length filled Max with an unexpected

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excitement. Already the head of Chris’ massive cock looked ruddy. Max wondered with

amusement if Chris ever became lightheaded because of his erections.

At Max’s first tentative touch, Chris hissed and pumped his hips. Max loosely

stroked Chris’ steely cock, his fingers gliding over the flushed skin of the thick shaft.

The surrealism of playing with another man’s penis didn’t escape Max. He’d

participated in his fair share of circle jerks during his years at a Swiss boarding school

but there had never been any touching. He’d been incredibly shy as a teenager. The

thought of taking part in the wilder parties had terrified him. What had he missed in

the ensuing years because of that shyness? Could he have discovered this wondrous

closeness and rightness all those decades ago?

Licking his lips, Max moved closer and swiped his tongue over the flanged head of

his lover’s cock. Chris flexed, his thighs lifting slightly off the comforter. Max allowed

saliva to pool on his tongue before swallowing more of Chris’ fat cock into his mouth.

The slight tang of sweat and pre-cum tantalized Max’s taste buds. A groan of delight

escaped his throat. Chris moaned and pushed his cock a bit farther into Max’s greedy

mouth. With every downstroke, Max accepted more of Chris’ hard length between his

lips. His tongue slid over Chris’ crown just the way Max himself liked it. Judging by the

sounds coming from Chris’ mouth, he enjoyed it too.

Try as he might, Max couldn’t take all of Chris’ huge cock into his mouth. He was

simply too new and unskilled. But Chris didn’t seem to mind. He caressed Max’s face

and whispered gentle encouragements, telling Max again and again how amazing it felt

to have his cock sliding between his lips. The compliments swelled his confidence and

made Max a bit more adventurous. He licked and sucked on Chris’ balls, loving the

smooth skin. Chris’ plump sac drew up against his body as Max teased it with his

tongue and teeth.

Max widened Chris’ thighs and lifted his testicles with one palm. He eyed the

hidden pucker, wondering if he was ready to go that far tonight. Knowing he’d feel

cheated if he didn’t, Max pressed his face into his lover’s crease and ran his tongue over

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the tight circle of flesh. Chris cursed loudly and pushed against him, obviously loving

every minute of Max’s curious exploration. The taste was so uniquely Chris and he

couldn’t get enough. He ate at Chris’ ass like a starving man, instinct taking over his

movements.

“Fuck!” Chris pulled away suddenly. He wiped a hand down his face. He sat up,

every muscle in his well-honed stomach rippling, his burning gaze piercing Max. “Fuck

me?”

Max didn’t need to be asked twice. He nodded vigorously and clambered onto the

bed with little of his legendary finesse. Some lover he was turning out to be, he thought

with much chagrin.

Chris clasped his neck and brought their mouths together in a sensuous kiss. He

stared into Max’s eyes. “How do you want me?”

“On your back,” Max immediately replied. “I want to see your face. I want to

remember.”

The corner of Chris’ mouth curved upward. “All right.”

Max’s face grew heated at the realization of how sentimental he’d sounded. Chris,

however, didn’t seem to mind. He picked up the lube and placed it in Max’s hand.

“Work me with your fingers first, okay?”

Max gulped, his body trembling with anticipation. “Okay.”

Chris rearranged the pillows against the headboard and reclined against them. Max

tore a condom from the strip and moved between Chris’ legs. His gaze settled on the

mouthwatering sight of Chris stroking his shaft in his big hand. The ruddy skin still

shone with Max’s saliva.

“Come on, baby,” Chris urged, his voice husky with need. “Fuck my ass.”

Instead of bristling at the feminine endearment, Max felt a rush of blazing heat go

straight to his cock. It jutted to life from half-mast, his erection engorging and jumping

as blood pumped through the vessels. He dropped the condom and squeezed lube onto

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his fingers. Max lightly worked his own throbbing flesh while slipping a finger into

Chris’ ass. Soon he added another, widening them as they slid in and out of the

puckered ring. Chris purred and begged for more, swiveling his hips in time with

Max’s thrusts. With three fingers buried in Chris’ ass, Max found the swollen gland

without any trouble. He pressed against the button, eliciting gasps of pleasure from

Chris.

“I want your cock,” Chris begged. “Put your cock in me.”

Max shuddered upon hearing Chris’ commanding voice. He hastily applied a

condom and moved into place, pressing the tip of his cock against Chris’ entrance. He

could barely breathe for excitement. Hands on Chris’ knees, Max eased inside Chris’

tight heat, careful not to hurt him.

“Ohhh.” Mouth open, Chris closed his eyes and arched his back. “Just like that,

baby.”

Max had never felt such searing heat in his life. Chris’ ass clamped around his cock,

squeezing him so tightly Max thought he might pass out from the exquisite pleasure.

He wasn’t sure how deep or how fast to move. Chris’ eyelids fluttered open, his irises

dark with desire. Max glanced questioningly at Chris. “I’m not sure…”

Chris pulled Max down for a penetrating kiss. He teased his mouth over Max’s and

nibbled at his upper lip. “Just do what comes naturally.” Chris bucked against him.

“Just feel it.”

Max slid home, now buried balls deep. He sucked in a shaky breath.

Max kissed Chris, his hand cupping the gorgeous man’s cheek. He pulled back a bit

and thrust back inside the hot channel. He gritted his teeth, his cum already threatening

to gush from the tip of his cock. He wrestled down his mounting arousal, desperate to

make this last, to enjoy every single second of this incredible experience. Max

concentrated on the friction of their chests. The delicious contact of their sweat-slicked

bodies had him reeling. Chris’ hard cock tapped against his navel, the tip wet and hot.

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Sitting back on his heels, Max altered the depth and angle of his penetration. Chris

gasped and ground against him. Max placed his palm on Chris’ lean stomach and

hastened his pace. Chris grunted noisily, obviously loving the rougher thrusts. Max

wanted Chris to shatter with him and grasped his dick. He stroked the iron rod, earning

a slew of filthy remarks from Chris. Max went wild, fucking Chris as he’d never fucked

anyone in his life. Chris met every thrust, his expression wanton, his fingers biting into

Max’s ribs.

“Oh God!” Max shouted toward the ceiling. “God! God! God!”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me hard!” Chris clutched at Max’s sides. “Come in my ass!”

Max exploded with a guttural growl. With rigid jerks, he filled the latex reservoir,

the air rushing from his lungs with every powerful spurt. He clumsily tugged on Chris’

cock, desperate for him to follow. Chris cried out loudly. Ropy bursts of pearlescent

fluid sprayed his chest and splashed Max’s hand. His asshole clamped rhythmically

around Max’s cock, milking what remained from his balls.

Buzzing from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair, Max collapsed forward, his

cock still buried in Chris’ ass. Chris embraced him, his strong arms comfortingly warm

around his shoulders. Basking in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, Max was only now

struck by the reality of the situation.

What have I just done?

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Chris held his breath as Max pulled out and rolled onto his back. He sensed Max

needed space to come to terms with their illicit tryst. Chris eyed the loaded condom

dangling from Max’s penis. He snatched a handful of tissues from the bedside table and

took care of it, tying it off and wrapping it carefully before setting it aside. He used the

hand towel he’d set out earlier to wipe away the cum clinging to their bellies and the tip

of his own cock.

Max still hadn’t spoken when Chris finished the post-sex necessities. He placed a

tentative hand on Max’s chest, fully aware a little touch might be just what he needed to

ground himself. As he waited for Max to come around, Chris studied his profile. He’d

never seen such a beautiful man. That aquiline nose, those hazel eyes and high

cheekbones—Max exuded the kind of breathtaking handsomeness Chris had always

associated with blue-blooded types.

French, Chris thought, remembering Max’s statement about living in Paris and the

soothing lilt to his light accent. Chris could only guess at what brought him to Houston.

Business of some kind. He didn’t strike Chris as the type involved with the oil and gas

industry. Perhaps he had some kind of investment in the area. Chris’ sister often spoke

of the international money flowing into Houston.

Chris still couldn’t believe this gorgeous man had been a virgin to gay sex. From the

moment Chris had spotted Max across the bar, he’d just known. This was the man he

was meant to meet. He’d been a little surprised by Max’s skittish response when he’d

presented him with his card. Only when Max had come to the room and he’d been

inches away from Max’s mouth, had seen the very real fear there, had he understood.

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wonders of male sex carried a great deal of pressure. One wrong move and Chris could

have soured Max on men forever.

But there had been something so endearing about Max’s uncertain gaze. Chris had

always gravitated toward older men with tons of experience. The idea of fucking an

older man without any experience had been strangely thrilling. To be someone’s first

lover had never crossed his mind but when faced with the opportunity, he’d found it

incredibly intoxicating.

And how right he’d been! Max had proven to be a natural lover. How he’d come

this far in life without being jumped by a dozen different men perplexed Chris. He

seemed a bit shy. Perhaps that was it.

Already Chris yearned to run his hands over Max’s slim body, the muscles lean but

defined. Chris pegged him as a runner or swimmer. He might spend hours behind a

desk but he obviously took care of himself. That was something Chris respected. He

didn’t expect his lovers to treat their bodies like temples but self-respect generally

spilled over into other parts of a man’s life. Shallow as it sounded to choose his potential partners based on their looks, Chris had rarely been done wrong by a man

who had a little pride in his appearance.

“It’s never been like that for me.”

Chris stilled, listening to Max’s relaxed breaths. He decided not to reply, to give

Max a little time to process the experience. His hand soothingly stroked Max’s chest.

“I never thought— I’ve never been attracted to…” Max shook his head. He inhaled

deeply, his eyes closing momentarily. Seemingly settled, he rolled onto his side and

faced Chris. For a long moment, they simply stared at one another. Their breaths and

body heat mingled. “What happens next?”

Chris shrugged. He sensed Max needed permission to do whatever felt right.

“Whatever you want.”

A tiny smile played on Max’s mouth. Chris smothered the urge to claim those

kissable lips. “Are you hungry?”

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Thrown for a second by Max’s unexpected question, Chris pulled a confused face.

“I could eat.”

“Good.” Max sat up unexpectedly and slid off the bed. He crossed to the desk and

picked up a menu. “Breakfast all right?”

“Sure.” Entertained by Max’s sudden change in demeanor, Chris allowed his

lecherous gaze to roam Max’s delectable physique. The man had an ass just begging for

a squeeze and a swat. Already Chris’ cock stirred. Would he get another chance to taste

Max tonight?

Max ordered, putting the tab on his credit card, and hung up the phone. Arms

hanging idly at his sides, he faced Chris. “Twenty minutes. I’d like to shower, if that’s

all right.”

“May I join you?” Chris craved intimacy. He doubted he’d ever see Max again. He