I stuffed the last bite of egg into my mouth and crossed my arms. “Did you like learning that stuff? Is it useful for you?”
“Oh yeah, I don’t watch what I eat that much, but I keep track of it to know how to balance it out in the gym and with healthy food.” He picked up a slide of bacon and gobbled it up.
“Then it was worth it. Did you have any particular plan when you decided to move to Boston?” I took two mugs from the drying rack and filled the coffee maker with water.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know. The construction work is a good workout but I don’t feel like I belong there and I’m not skilled enough to actually do anything but carry heavy shit and pass on MDF boards and nails, you know?” He sighed and handed me a bag of ground heaven. “I came here to find myself and right now I’m even more lost.”
“Because of the job?” I had a feeling it was not the biggest issue.
“How can I find a future for myself if I’m not sure who I am?”
“You’re Trent. Basketball lover, gym bunny, lollipop crusher extraordinaire.” I bumped him with my hip.
He snorted and leaned against the counter. “Yeah. The gym always let me use my excess energy. But I mean me. My hopes, dreams… my sexuality. I find myself wondering what it would feel like—” He took my hand and placed it on his chest. “To be with a man. With you. Just—” His low voice trembled.
His cheeks were aflame in the most adorable way. He’d look beautiful falling apart under me.
“To check? Experiment a little?” I splayed my fingers, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. No harm could come of this. Right?
He looked at my lips, and I nodded. “Yes.”
I expected the kiss, but not his big palms cupping my face and his soft lips against mine, sending sparks through me.
Floating on an energy field of our mutual excitement, I lost myself in Trent again. The moment was like plucking a guitar to find the melody that fit the lyrics vaguely flowing in my head until it all clicked together and the riff matched the meaning of the song. An electric feeling in my gut told me we should take the leap and see where we land.
Or we’d both regret our cowardice.
I held onto his hips, then let my hands drift to cup his pert ass. He moaned into my mouth and thrust against my touch. I needed him naked and arching on the bed from the pleasure I was ready to give him.
With a gasp, I pulled away. “How about I’ll help you shower?”
His big blue eyes were wide, and he looked at me as if I brought his favorite cake for his birthday.
“Yeah. I need your help.” With a grin, he skipped to the bathroom, pulling me behind him by the hand.
His giddiness was infectious, and I stood with a smile on my face and growing anticipation, watching him strip at record speed and step into the see-through stall.
He blushed so easily, but I was learning that sometimes it wasn’t from embarrassment. His cheeks were flushed, but he stood proud—back straight, hands on hips, cock hard and ready.
I’d been right—Trent was packing in girth and length—the ideal proportions to satisfy but not hurt. My mouth watered at the sight, my head spinning with ideas.
For now, I promised I’d help him wash.
I loved my body as it was now, but a twinge of apprehension lingered in me whenever I was about to undress in front of someone for the first time.
As I stepped out of my cargo pants, several guitar picks fell out of my pocket. I gathered them up and added my hoodie and t-shirt to the pile, exposing my flat chest with its faint, crescent scarring. My underwear came off next—with my packer in it. Idropped my boxers and laid the silicone on the countertop, and faced Trent.
The flaccid, realistic-looking cock drew Trent’s attention, and I watched his expression go from confused to intrigued as facts clicked into place. He hadn’t been with a trans man, but he wasn’t completely oblivious as to how anatomy worked, depending on how a person had chosen to transition.
“You can look at me.”
His gaze roamed from my face to my nipples, then glued to my bottom growth.
It was an inch long, but it was all mine. “Do you want to suck my cock?”
Trent’s eyes snapped up.
Did I cross a line? Was I moving too fast for him? This was a mistake.
