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“You knew me.”

“I still know you.”

“No, you don’t.” I lunged at him again, but this time he grabbed my arms before I could shove him. That didn’t stop my feet from making quick work of nudging his shorts down off his ass. “Let go, ya meanie!”

“Stop hitting me and I will.”

“I’m not hitting you.”

“You’re trying to.”

“Maybe I should try harder, asshat.” I thrashed my body from side to side. “Let. Go.”

He did and his lack of effort just made me angrier. I jumped off the table. Pain tore through my side, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. Dee reached for me. I slapped his hand away and watched him hobble with his pants around his ankles.

“You can barely stand, Alvin,” he said.

“I’m fine,” I told him.

“You’re fucking bleeding.”

“And whose problem is that?”

“Mine!” The word exploded out of him and I just stared. He looked surprised too. Then annoyed that he’d said it. His hand dragged over his face. “For fuck’s sake.”

Dee leaned down to pull up his shorts, but I stepped closer and got on my knees in front of him.

“You want me?” I asked him. And his mouth hardened almost as much as his cock had. “Answer me.”

“No.”

“You’re shaking, Dee.”

“I’m angry.”

“So am I.”

“That doesn’t make this smart.”

“When have you ever known me to give a shit about doing what’s smart?”

His eyes dropped to my mouth. I smiled and fisted his dick, slamming my head down to the hilt and purposely choking myself. Dee was pretty big, and I suddenly realized what being gay meant. Where this monstrosity would have to go because I highly doubted Captain Repressed would let me anywhere near his back door anytime soon…

“You’re such a fucking liar,” I mumbled around the width of him.

Dee was too busy moaning and linking his hands in my hair to answer me. I kept getting him close, just to the precipice, and then pulling away.

“You’re an asshole, you know that,” he grunted.

I deep-throated him again and then looked up into his big brown eyes. “Yeah, I know I’m an asshole. I also know you want mine.”

Dee froze and choked on his moan.

“Tell me I’m wrong, DeeDee.” Feeling brave, or more likely dumb as fuck, I got to my feet and pushed my shorts down, kicking them aside before bending over in front of him.

He grunted and stroked his cock, so I spread my cheeks and thanked myself for having manscaped in the shower this morning.

I mean, ya never knew when your closeted gay lover would want to plow your ass finally, okay?