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  It was a trap. Nate was a fly who’d gotten caught in the spider’s web and was about to be consumed.

  But oh, how badly he wanted to be the spider’s next meal.

  He didn’t know what to do about his guitar, so he held onto it with one hand while the kiss grew ever more heated. Getting to his toes, he pushed his chest against Curtis’s, seeking the masculine hardness of his body. He didn’t know if he was allowed to touch Curtis, so he kept his free hand balled into a fist and opened up to the invasion of his mouth, feeding on the hot air straight from Curtis’s lips.

  His first kiss.

  The way Curtis kneaded Nate’s ass was making him hard, and he wasn’t even sure if he should’ve been embarrassed, because Curtis sure as hell didn’t have inhibitions.

  Curtis’s tongue explored Nate’s lips with a passion, and when Curtis ground against Nate, breathing became impossible. Curtis was a demon who’d come to possess him, and nothing would be the same. Even Nate’s fantasies didn’t live up to the confident touch of Curtis’s strong hands.

  It felt as if Nate’s whole life was sliding off its tracks and he was now off-road in a tiny city car. Could he even handle everything Curtis offered?

  The touch was so intense he could no longer stop himself from reacting, and clutched Curtis’s T-shirt, marveling at the hard muscles beneath. This was both Heaven and Hell, and he needed to come up for air, breaking the kiss and meeting the intense brown gaze looking straight into his soul.

  “I…”

  “Virgo. I remember,” Curtis said nonchalantly, and tapped his head with one finger before offering Nate a sly smile. “Too fast for you?”

  Nate’s mouth had dried from the heat burning inside his body, but it was the question—abstract for a guy who hadn’t experienced anything like this before—that rendered him mute. He’d always been taught, even if indirectly, that it was a woman’s job to be the gatekeeper of sex. That a man would never just stop himself from sex if it was offered. But none of that made any sense when two men were involved.

  Curtis kissed Nate’s ear, then pulled on it with his teeth. “You can back out any time, but if you don’t, I promise it will be worth your while.” His scent enveloped Nate, intoxicating, fresh, but infused with arousal. This guy could have had anyone, yet he’d chosen Nate.

  “You need to guide me through it,” Nate whispered, meeting Curtis’s intense eyes in what felt like an act of supreme bravery. “I’ve never had um… a boyfriend.”

  There it was, out in the open. He had no experience and little knowledge of what was to happen, but he wanted it all.

  Curtis nipped Nate’s chin and took the guitar out of his hand, safely putting it by the wall. “Let me know if something doesn’t feel right. I can’t wait to suck your cock dry.”

  Nate became so lightheaded he had to grab Curtis’s arm. He’d entered another dimension, one in which he was an object of lust, and he couldn’t hate it no matter how much his sense of decency told him to.

  Nodding was one of the few things he could do, but once consent had been given, his gaze focused on Curtis’s mouth, so wide, and hot, and more kissable than any girl’s. “I just… where do we start?” he uttered, cautiously moving his hand down his almost-lover’s chest, until it rested on the massive metal buckle depicting a crow.

  “You’ve already started.” Curtis smirked and squeezed Nate’s rock-hard erection through his jeans. He didn’t waste time and went to his knees in front of Nate, making the world spin.

  Nate’s focus was on the lips about to take his cock between them, and on the man who was so eager to pleasure him. Every fiber of Nate’s being wanted the touch, and he took a deep breath when Curtis opened his jeans and released the pressure on Nate’s erection. Only a layer of cotton separated him from the warmth of Curtis’s lips, but when their eyes met again, Nate was too overwhelmed to even remember he was about to get his first blowjob. Such a dirty thing to want, but he still longed to sink into the mouth of the most handsome man he’d ever met.

  Without thinking, he petted the sides of Curtis’s head, gently combing his fingers through the long hair. He was at the mercy of an incubus, and powerless to resist.

  “You are so handsome.”

  Curtis’s dark eyes met Nate’s. “Do you even know how cute you are?” He pulled Nate’s boxers down in a languid move, making Nate gasp when his cockhead rubbed the stubble on Curtis’s face, and the man didn’t even flinch. “Turns me on to be your first.”

  Nate nodded, pushing his fingers into the lush waves of hair. “Can’t wait to get away from home. Maybe I can see you again then,” he said, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. This was just a fling. He shouldn’t ask for anything else. It wasn’t as if Curtis could ever be interested in a wallflower like him.

  Curtis smirked. “Eager. I like that.” He licked along the underside of Nate’s stiff cock, and that was enough to make pre-cum drip onto Curtis’s lips.

  Nate was falling into quicksand so he gripped the long hair harder. “This…” How was this man even real?

  He didn’t care. He wanted Curtis to tighten his lips around him and enclose him in that sweet mouth. Maybe he wasn’t meant for college romance? Maybe his thing was tattooed men built like walls of muscle. Would he become one of those slutty boys he’d read erotic stories about? Always chasing a chance to be in the bitch seat?

  He whimpered when Curtis sucked in his cockhead, and the big hands once more found their way into Nate’s pants to squeeze his ass. Would they really go there as well? Right now Nate wanted everything he could get from Curtis. He wanted to even do stuff he didn’t know existed.

  Half an hour ago, sneaking out to a concert had been the height of his illicit fantasies, but here he was, pressed against the door of a hotel room, with a hot guy swallowing his cock. Nate had never seen anything hotter than his own dick disappearing between Curtis’s lips.

  It might have only been better if he could’ve had a taste of Curtis’s cock at the same time, but he’d then likely come within seconds and embarrass himself. “You’re so good at it,” he whimpered, focused on the steady motion of lips pulling closer to the head of his dick and leaving behind a sheen of saliva.

  Curtis groaned his approval, and the shiver went all the way up Nate’s cock, making his balls tighten from the excitement. Nate had to take a deep breath not to come on the spot, but when Curtis leaned forward and allowed Nate’s cock to go deeper into his throat, no amount of slow inhales would have helped.

  Nate came so hard he saw white under his eyelids, gripping Curtis’s hair and moaning helplessly. He wasn’t sliding down the wall, just because Curtis held him by the ass.

  Nate took a couple of deep breaths before he could speak, and he leaned forward, both exhausted and turned on even more than he had been before. He had tunnel vision now, and in need of tasting his cum on Curtis’s lips, he bent forward, to kiss the smiling mouth. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met,” he said between kisses, licking along his partner’s tongue until he could taste his own flavor on him.

  It was happening. He was having sex. All that he’d fantasized about was becoming reality.

  “In love already?” Curtis teased, tilting back to the floor and pulling Nate with him. “At this rate, you’re gonna pop the question after I drill my cock into your tight little ass.”

  Nate knew it was only teasing, but if the rush of emotion and need he experienced was what love felt like, then he wanted to feel it all the time, every day, forever. He gave a frantic nod, straddling Curtis’s firm body and continuing with his hungry kiss. Shivers danced all over his skin, and each time this adult hot man responded to him by arching and stirring, it was like wedding bells ringing in Nate’s head.

  A cock in his ass.

  A cock in his ass. How could something so illicit and nasty sound so exciting? He was a bad, rotten boy, but he wasn’t about to stop nature from taking its course. “Can I see it first?”

  Curtis grinned and gave Nate’
s ass a surprising slap. “Hell yes you can.” He sat up and pulled off his T-shirt, revealing all the inked flesh Nate wanted to kiss, touch and learn by heart. He gave Nate another kiss before they rose.

  Nate had seen attractive men. None as hot as Curtis, but this wasn’t just about watching. He was allowed to touch the strong back and admire all the muscle with his hands. He never wanted to leave this room.

  He wasn’t short, but Curtis was still taller, and pushing under his muscular arm gave Nate a tingle of satisfaction. “What do you want to do to me?” he whispered, sliding his arms around the sturdy chest, so close to Curtis he could smell the fresh cologne he wore, as well as the undercurrent of his natural musk and leather.

  Curtis leaned down and lapped at Nate’s lips. “You’ll suck my cock. You’ll be gagging on it when I fuck your mouth. It’ll be hot and stiff when I pop your cherry.”

  Nate’s balls, which had just been emptied, tingled, making him stumble and hang more of his weight on Curtis. Gagging on a cock. Could he do that? Would he like it or hate it? There was only one way to find out.

  He swallowed hard and put his hand on Curtis’s crotch, longing to get his first feel of the stiff length. It didn’t disappoint.

  Curtis licked along Nate’s ear. “Go on,” he whispered. “Touch it. It’s rock hard for you.”

  Nate grinned, encouraged by Curtis’s openness. He’d expected the man to be more forceful about his own needs, but Nate already felt so much more at ease. “I bet you say that to all the guys,” he said, squeezing Curtis’s crotch before touching the buckle again. He was somewhat clumsy about it, but in the end, the belt opened, and Nate went on to unzipping the jeans, his head pulsing with arousal.

  Curtis grabbed Nate’s fingers and guided his hand into his pants with a groan of satisfaction. “Only the really pretty ones.” He winked, the most handsome rogue, with the wide smile and hair scattered everywhere.

  Nate’s mind sparkled. Curtis thought he was good-looking!

  Perhaps it didn’t matter so much, since they would only get this one time together before parting ways, but knowing the attraction was mutual still filled Nate with joy. He shivered at the burning heat inside Curtis’s pants, but he was no longer hesitant and dove straight into the underwear. The damp tip of the cockhead kissed the middle of his palm, and Nate squeezed it in appreciation while offering Curtis a wide grin. His own cock was stirring back to life already, and the simple hotel room had turned into a place of great significance, full of wonders and secrets for him to uncover.

  Only now did he notice that Curtis did have a guitar. Its case lay right there next to a backpack. Was it possible that their connection would be more than physical attraction? Did Curtis really think his voice and skill at playing were good?

  “Do you feel how hot it is for you?” Curtis asked with a deep sigh when Nate petted his cock. “Can’t wait to push it between your needy lips.” He nuzzled the side of Nate’s head.

  So it was crude, and maybe a bit insensitive, but somehow the promise of being used by this hunk made Nate’s insides melt. He didn’t want to just experiment on his own. He wanted for Curtis to guide him through it the way he wanted to.

  Meeting his eyes, he gently squeezed the throbbing cock and spoke, “show me how you like it.”

  Curtis’s dark eyes zeroed in on Nate’s. He pulled him to the bed and sat on it with his legs spread in invitation. His long hair flowed down his shoulders, and Nate couldn’t get enough of the tangled demons tattooed all over Curtis. Everything about his man screamed ‘let’s fuck’, and Nate’s face heated from just thinking about the thick cock pointing his way when Curtis pushed his pants lower. Dark with arousal, it begged to be sucked on.

  Nate tugged on the denim and pulled it all the way to Curtis’s ankles, uncovering the firm, hairy thighs that were the ideal frame for the perfection jutting above Curtis’s balls. Nate had never come anywhere close to sucking on someone’s cock, but he’d imagined it enough times to start salivating as soon as he sensed the musky scent coming from between Curtis’s thighs and beckoning him closer. He was a lost puppy, ready to worship the man who’d taken him in.

  Curtis leaned back and squeezed his dick while gesturing for Nate to come closer. “This what you wanted, baby boy?”

  Nate nodded, sliding his hands up Curtis’s thighs before putting them both on his dick. He wasn’t sure what Curtis preferred, but he would go with whatever he wanted, because he longed to leave Curtis satisfied, with a lasting memory of this day and the virgin boy for whom this dick was a first. “It’s just… the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Curtis smiled, watching Nate from under lowered eyelids. “You’re so fucking lovely. Come over here, sweets.” He reached for Nate’s head and pulled him to his cock by the hair without causing pain. “Turns me on that you’ll be sucking me with the same lips that sang of Jesus.”

  Nate whimpered and kissed the tip of Curtis’s cock. He knew this shouldn’t be arousing, but he couldn’t help it. He was hopelessly addicted to Curtis already, and the sense of devotion only grew inside him as he danced his tongue all over the smooth, salty crown.

  “And now I’m falling so deep.”

  Curtis leaned forward, observing Nate’s moves with a primal hunger painted over his face. “There’ll be no way out once I’m done with you.” He rocked his hips forward, thrusting his cock at Nate’s mouth and pulling his head closer.

  Nate couldn’t believe the intensity, the closeness he felt with a man who he’d just met. The connection was somewhere beyond what could come of weeks spent talking. It was a spark that forced them together in a way Nate hadn’t imagined possible. Curtis understood him on a level no one else could, had surely been through similar things in life, and now he was ready to share that knowledge with Nate. The cock glided down his tongue, and even when the head teased the back of Nate’s palate, despite the discomfort it created, he was hungry for more.

  For once, it felt like he couldn’t continue living without having Curtis’s cum inside him.

  He let out a soft hum and rubbed his tongue against the stiff dick.

  The long hair framed Curtis’s face with shadows, closing them both in a capsule of intimacy that didn’t seem to make sense between two people who had just met. Nate trailed one hand over Curtis’s thigh, while pushing the other into the soft hair. He wanted to entwine with Curtis in any way possible. The prospect of anal sex had him nervous, yet he trusted Curtis to make it good.

  Maybe he was just naive.

  But maybe he just wanted his first time to be with this exciting stranger whose memory he’d chase forever, not a nice boy from a similar background.

  Breathing through his nose, Nate sucked on the salty flesh in his mouth before diving lower, all the way until the tiniest stir of Curtis’s hips made him gag on the cock. It was a shock that his own body forced him to back out, and he looked up, miserable that he could barely fit in half the length.

  “You’ve got no idea how filthy you look now. I love it,” Curtis whispered, watching Nate with the intensity of a wolf about to devour its prey. His thumb swirled across Nate’s damp lips before pushing in along the upper part of his dick.

  Nate moaned and sucked on both, shamelessly rocking his hips. He wanted to be filthy. Right now, after eighteen chaste years, it felt as if he’d found his true calling. So he pushed again, forcing the cock past his gag reflex. He tried to relax, but it was an impossibility. Still, the sheer sense of having more of that stiff tool inside him had his balls tightening, no matter how much saliva dribbled down his chin.

  Making Curtis moan was more important than getting straight As in school. He’d make Curtis come and feel all that muscle stiffen against him. Despite gagging, he took more cock down his throat again and again. The salty flesh, the musky scent of the dark pubic hair, all combined into an experience like no other.

  He could barely catch a breath when Curtis pulled his hair, forcing his mouth off the cock. Nate was hazy with excit
ement, but Curtis didn’t let him taste the stiff dick again. He stood up and pushed Nate forward to the bed so that he was still kneeling on the carpet while his upper body leaned on the bedding. His ass was obscenely on show, his mind throbbing with heat, but while Curtis’s moves were confident and filled with strength, they weren’t brutal.

  Nate could only whimper when Curtis slipped his fingers between Nate’s buttocks and spread them to ogle.

  “That’s one pretty hole,” Curtis grunted, his breathing heavy. “I bet it’s gonna be hot and tight for me.”

  Nate’s first instinct was to look away, to hide his face by burying it in the barely-touched bedding, but it would have been too much of a waste, so he glanced over his shoulder and studied the beauty of his lover’s face. “No one’s been inside it before,” he whispered, arching his back. He didn’t know where all this shamelessness was coming from, but maybe this was his true nature, and he itched to let go.

  Here, in this hotel room, with a man he just met, he could be himself.

  Curtis groaned and squeezed his own cock at the base, fixated on the view in front of him. “Take off the shirt,” he rasped, and gave Nate’s ass a little slap.

  Nate didn’t hesitate and bared his back, more sure of himself by the second. Raw lust reflected back at him from Curtis’s eyes, and he wished to add more fuel to it, keep it burning forever. “What’s that for?” he whispered, rolling his ass against Curtis’s touch. He couldn’t see the cock well, but he imagined it almost touching his buttocks, so close it could go in at any second.

  Curtis smirked. “My pleasure. I want to see your ass rosy.” He slapped the other buttock, staring into Nate’s face, as if he was testing something and waiting for a reaction.

  Nate grunted, curling his toes at the odd sensation the slaps caused. They hurt—yes—but in a strangely exciting way, and the ache transformed into a heat that somehow made his desire more powerful. “It’s not rosy yet…”