“Does… butt stuff feel good too?”
Keno bows his head and his cheeks color, too. He takes a breath. “Yes.” After a second, he stops what he’s doing andmoves to Horny’s side, where he leans against the counter to face him. Horny looks up. “I was scared at first. Worried I wouldn’t like it. It made me more nervous because the only thing I could think about was ‘how is this going to work if we don’t like butt sex?’”
Hilt snorts, shaking his head. I grin. Keno’s eyes meet mine and we share a smile.
“We did a lot of foreplay working up to it. You know, stretching and getting ready and lube and stuff. I was still nervous, and the first time was… a strange mixture of feeling good, and some weird sensations of things being where they maybe shouldn’t be, and laughter because I’m having sex with my best friend. But it gets a lot better with every time we do it.”
“Did it hurt?”
“I think it could have hurt a lot, but like I said, we prepped a lot. We worked our way up to it. So it hurt a little, but not enough that I wanted to stop. Not enough where it didn’t also feel good.”
Horny blows out a breath, his cheeks puffing wide.
“Are you thinking about trying it, Horny?” Keno asks, gently kicking his shin.
Horny glances at us anxiously.
“Bro, we don’t care what you do or who you do it with,” Julian says. “We’re not going to treat you any differently.”
Horny nods. “Yeah, I guess maybe I am. I’ve beencurioussince Lo told us about him and Caulder and… But I guess I’m more curious now because of you and Etna. I thought… you know. Lo and Caulder are gay, so of course they’re going to like it, right? But you and Etna aren’t, so I was sure you wouldn’t like it. You do, so now maybe I’m a little confused.”
“I’ve learned something important over the last year and a half. So many people are concerned about labels. They need a label for everything, especially when it has nothing to do with them. They need to be able to label other people because it givesthem a sense of stability. They know who to judge based on a label. They know who to criticize and who to treat differently based on a label. I’ve also learned that labels mean shit to me. I don’t care if the world wants to label me ‘gay.’ It was far more important for other people to be right about my sexuality than it was for them to hear the truth that I was fucking drunk and didn’t even remember kissing Etna. Now, I’m going to have that label for the rest of my life, and you know what?”
Horny shakes his head.
“I don’t fucking care. It doesn’t define me. If people want to start using it as a salutation, I’m going to turn that shit around. Any question asked about my sexuality or tagging it on to my profession or identity, I can do right back.Don’tlet labels put pressure on you, Horny. You don’t have to be gay or straight or bisexual. You can just be you.”
His small smile is filled with gratitude. His shoulders relax.
“And you can ask whatever questions you want. I’m sorry I was defensive earlier, that was uncalled for. I’d rather you ask questions than keep them trapped in your mind and let them stress you out.”
“Thanks,” Horny says. “I’m sorry that it felt like I was prying. I didn’t know how to ask.”
Keno hits his shoulder and moves back to my side to continue packing the box we were working on. “Cliff’s Notes is that we’ve enjoyed what we’ve done. We still have a whole bunch of things to try, but we’re not in a hurry. There’s no pressure on what we’re doing and no time frame to get it done in.”
“It’s also important to accept that you might not like everything you try, and that’s okay,” I add.
“Are there things you haven’t liked?” Horny asks, feeling more confident in his questions now.
“No, but I also haven’t tried everything that Keno has.”
Horny looks between the two of us, confused. Hilt chuckles.
“Keno’s playing bottom right now,” I supply with a laugh. “I haven’t tried it yet. I’m afraid of what he has in his pants.”
Unsurprisingly, everyone looks down at Keno’s crotch. He shoves me, muttering, “Fucker.”
I laugh.
CHAPTER 32
KENO
I sit up.Etna’s dick slides deep inside me, and I groan as gravity pulls me down. How can this feel so good? Fire floods my body, making me break out in a sweat. I can’t catch my breath, like I’m in a sauna. Why haven’t I been doing this my entire life?
Adjusting my legs under me, I rise until his crown is just barely pressed against my stretched hole before sinking down again. My eyes roll. There was a time when I’d have a girl on top of me, watching them get lost and wonder if they truly did feel everything so muchmorewhen they’re on top. Did it really make them feel overwhelmed with the sensation?
The answer is yes. Okay, the parts and plumbing are different, but yes. I get it now. How filled I am. How Etna seems to reach parts of me I didn’t think was possible. The pleasure in feeling it. The enjoyment in driving him as deep as I can and feeling the zing of pleasure shoots through me.
