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“When I was nine.”

“Maturity-wise, you’re still nine, Darius.”

I stepped forward, and Alvin shoved me back against the tree again. It was a light shove. Lighter than how I’d shoved him at the docks. Lighter than how I shoved him onto the floor last night. It wasn’t meant to hurt. It was meant to control, and it was working. Because every muscle in my body tensed up when he looked at me the way he was looking at me.

“You’re being an asshole right now,” I said.

Alvin responded with another shrug. “And you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous of Omar.”

“Then what are you?”

I had an answer. I had several. None of them would get me away from this tree or back to the group. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Alvin leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from mine. I licked my lips before I noticed I was doing it.

“Tell me to leave,” he whispered. “Go on. You’re very good at telling me what to do, Dee.”

I felt the letter G form on my tongue, felt my brain spelling out the rest of the alphabet, but I couldn’t get anything out. I swallowed and still I couldn’t speak. Not to tell him to go away. Not to beg him to come closer. Not even to admit I didn’t know what I wanted, so it was easier to freeze.

“Usually, I don’t believe in touching someone who isn’t asking to be touched—last night excluded,” Alvin hummed, like he was talking to the angel on his shoulder instead of at me. His eyes darted down to where my cock was tenting my shorts, and he grinned. “But pretty sure he wants to be touched.”

“Who?” I asked when I was finally able to form a word disguised as a full sentence.

Alvin responded by slipping a hand into my shorts, past the hem of my boxers, and grabbing my cock with the meat of his palm. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against the tree, my arms spread out at my sides and my pride lost somewhere between when he started stroking me and I started whimpering.

“Holy… fuck,” I hissed out between clenched teeth.

Alvin grabbed my jaw and pulled my head off the tree, forcing me to look at him.

My eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing?”

“Making you watch. Showing you we aren’t that different, DeeDee.”

“We’re very different.”

“Our cocks aren’t. They are both very much into what’s going on right now.” And just to prove a point, he rubbed the front of his black shorts against my hip. He was hard. I was harder.

I liked the combination of hard on hard. It was the opposite of what I was used to. Cindy was soft. All the other women I’d been with were soft, in a similar way Alvin could be soft when he wanted. But he could be hard too. Dominating, demanding. I wasn’t used to that…

That wasn’t a bad thing, though.

I pulled my jaw out of his grip, dropping my head back against the tree, but I didn’t stop him. Not when he circled the tip, collected the precum on his thumb, and stroked down again. Not when he stepped even closer and shoved his knee between my legs, careful not to tap my balls while he gave himself better leverage. And not when he leaned forward and tugged on my ear with his teeth, his breath hot on my cheek and his palm warm on my dick.

I didn’t reach for him, but I wanted to. I wanted to run my hands through his hair. I wanted to yank on the bun he’d tied on top of his head until he made the same sounds I was making right now.

But I couldn’t do that. All I could do was not move and not stop him.

A few more jerks of his wrist and I was curling in on myself while coming in my shorts. My knees giving out from under me and my chin landing on the top of Alvin’s head as he managed to hold us both upright.

He made a satisfied sound in his throat, pulled his hand from my underwear, and wiped a palm-sized dollop of my cum onto his thumb. Then he reached out and grabbed my cheeks, shaking my head back and forth.

My eyes flicked upwards, skimming his face, and Alvin offered me a stupid grin before he proceeded to shove his thumb in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself and him. Mostly my cum and his sweat.

“Told you we aren’t so different. Your dick don’t lie, straight boy,” he said before using my chest to push himself back a few steps.

I took a deep breath and tried to regain my bearings while tugging the hem of my shirt down as far as it would go to cover the wet spot.