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I look down at my cock. Condomed. Hard. Not small. I know it isn’t.

“I could do it. Like… bottom.” The pinpricks on my arms seem to ignite in a chorus. “I’ll do that if that’s what you want.”

Paul shakes his head. “I asked for what I wanted.”

He spreads wider, knees pulling backward, until my eyes don’t know where to go. “Just… be careful with that thing, okay?”

I huff nervously, then grab the lube from the camming desk. I coat myself with it, slick and cold. My heartbeat feels like it has moved into my throat, but I’m still so damn hard my balls ache just looking at him lying there.

Paul lifts his legs with a small smile and settles them over my shoulders, and the weight helps somehow.

I rub more lube against him, and both our cocks jump.

Paul laughs once, breathless. “Promising start.”

“Don’t review me yet.”

My finger finds him. His body resists even as his hands grip the bedspread, his eyes firmly on mine. I work him gently, feeling the smallest give. Then more. His breath changes, and I follow that instead of my own panic.

“That okay?”

“Yes.” His voice is thin. “Go slow.”

“I am.”

“I know. That was for me.”

He relaxes around my finger. I add more lube. More patience. More breath.

Then I line up, knees bent, body shaking in a way I can’t hide.

Paul sucks in air as the head of my cock presses against him. His body clenches.

I stop immediately.

He shakes his head. “No. Just… wait.”

So I wait. I have never wanted anything so badly and been so willing not to take it.

His body starts to release, and I press forward. The head of my cock eases inside, hot and tight and so overwhelming that my vision flashes white at the edges.

Paul’s face pinches. He exhales slowly, eyes squeezed shut, legs tightening around my shoulders. A little more of me slips in, and he lets out a startled laugh through a hiss.

“Like a virgin… for the very second time.”

I try not to laugh. That makes the laugh come out louder and sharper, almost panicked.

“Jesus, Paul.”

“I’m the one who should pray.”

More of me slides in. Less resistance now. Still tight, so I’m still careful. I lean over him, his legs folding with me, and the angle shifts. Paul gasps, one hand flying to my arm.

“Stop?”

He reaches up and touches my face. That does more damage than the tight heat of his body, which is saying something.

“Okay,” he whispers. “That’s it.”