Matt gigglesnorted.
“That was attractive,” Adam said.
Matt shrugged. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. You honestly believe you’re strong enough to face some dark secret when you can’t even handle the taste of your own ass on my breath.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” Matt said. “Look, I’m not denying that love involves telling each other your secrets. I just think that for every dark secret there are probably a hundred humdrum moments to be navigated. Bad breath. Inconvenient farts. Dingleberries. That sort of thing.”
Adam’s face scrunched, connecting the dots of his scattered freckles. “Are you saying that dingleberries are more important than secrets?”
“Not more important. No. Equally important? Yeah.”
“Maybe I’m too cynical,” Matt continued. “I just want to know that someone can handle the little things before I’m going to trust him with my deepest secret.”
Adam’s eyes searched Matt’s face. “Fair enough. But you see, I want to know that someone trusts me with his secrets before I’m going to taste his bunghole breath.”
Matt lowered his mouth until it almost grazed Adam’s ear, whispered so softly the words hung between them like a mist. “I’ll make you a promise. Kiss me now and I’ll tell you my secret later—while my cum is still warm inside you.”
“Deal!” Adam pulled Matt’s mouth to his. Locked lips and lapped at Matt’s tongue with his own. Smiled as he did so.
Eventually, he came up for air.
“About that promise you just made,” Adam said, “are we ever gonna get to the part where your cum is inside me?”
“Fingers are standard fare for the next course,” Matt said.
“Can’t we skip to the entrée?”
Matt shook his head. “I hear the fingers at this restaurant are really good.”
“Well, tell the waiter to hurry up or I’ll take my business elsewhere!”
Matt sat up, reached for the elastic band of Adam’s underwear, and carefully worked them free of his rigid cock. Slid them off his body.
“Now it’s your turn.” Adam tugged at Matt’s boxer briefs.
Soon enough they lay facing each other, naked.
Adam cupped Matt’s balls as if assaying their quality. Tested the heft and girth of his erection. Talked to the penis as though it were a sentient being, asking if it wanted to go spelunking.
Matt reached down to Adam’s cock and milked its pre-cum. Slicked his middle finger, then pressed it to Adam’s spongy hole.
“Relax,” Matt whispered. Nuzzled Adam’s left nipple. Probed with his finger. “Let me in.”
Adam moaned as the finger eased inside him. One knuckle deep. Then two.
Matt nibbled the nipple.
Adam bucked and writhed, trying to escape Matt’s teeth, but, in the process, impaled himself further on the finger. Three knuckles deep.
He whimpered.
Matt added his index finger to the mix, corkscrewing his way in.
Adam bent his leg to provide better access.
They kissed while Matt finger fucked him.
