I’m lying if I said I don’t want this. From the moment I left his apartment that night three months ago, I’ve had many thoughts and questions about my sexuality and what that kiss meant.

I keep coming back to the feeling that being around him feels right. That’s been true since we first met.

Is that crazy? I don’t believe in love at first sight because it doesn’t make sense. Maybe it’s lust, pure and simple, or maybe it’s something more. I don’t know. I didn’t expect to see him at the club tonight, but I do. I don’t want to repeat past mistakes. Not this time.

No, this time I want to be brave enough to at least explore what these feelings I am having are. Find out what they mean.

We pass my parents’ apartment on our way to his. I’m nervous, but also excited.

I’m eagerly waiting for him to open the door. I lean into him with my hands on his waist as he unlocks and opens it.

As soon as the door closes behind us, he turns and pulls me tight against him. His mouth crashing into mine, kissing me deep. Our bodies press together, with only our clothes separating us. Our lips clash in heat and passion.

I pause briefly to catch my breath.

“Shouldn’t we, like, talk a bit first?” I joke, but deep down, I’m still nervous.

His hand sneaks under my top, stroking me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He guides me closer to his bed, pulling me deeper into the room.

He guides my hand down towards his bulging with his erection, “As much as I like that idea, I don’t think my brain can focus on small talk when all my blood has gone south.”

I run my hand along his length, and he shivers. “I have to admit, I’m new to this. I mean, having sex with guys. So, maybe you could teach me how to please you?”

He leans in, chuckling softly in my ear, and trails his lips along my neck, eliciting a moan from me.

“That’s okay. You’re in good hands. Just relax and listen to your body,” he whispers while pulling me towards him.

He falls onto the bed, pulling me along. I brace myself above him to avoid crushing him. Our bodies fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces made by the gods.

My cock is trying to push its way out of my pants, and I can no longer control my body’s actions as I thrust my hips. Our dicks rub together through the barrier of our pants. Those pieces of cloth separating us are driving me mad. Then I feel the clasp on my pants pop open and skilled fingers wrap around my large, throbbing cock.

Our lips meet again, and in a clumsy rush, we tear at each other’s clothes until we are skin to skin. Our breaths mingle with our moans.

He pulls away for a moment and reaches for something by his bed. He comes back with a condom and lube. He hands me the condom, then turns around. On his knees, with his ass in the air, and I am mesmerized by the sight of him drizzling lube over his asshole.

I hold my breath as I watch his fingers slip into his perfect ass, stretching it in lazy, sexy circles. He knows I am watching every movement, so he puts on a show for me, and I am thankful for every second of it.

I fist my cock, stroking it in time with the movement of his fingers in his ass. With my free hand and teeth, I rip open the foil packet and roll the condom on. I look up to see him watching me, eyes shining with lust.

Tomorrow he might send me away, but right now, he is drawing me closer, and I’m happy to drown in his warmth.

He holds his ass cheeks apart, stretching them so his hole is perfectly open to me. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I move closer, holding my erection at the entrance, and slowly ease it in. He moans and arches his back. The movement pushes his ass towards me, forcing my dick in deeper.

God, it is a tight, warm heaven. I hold still to catch my breath and slow down to stop myself from cumming. When I think I have control, he takes it away again by thrusting his hips back against me, forcing my dick deep into him.

I can no longer control my lust, and I start to thrust with a deep, animalistic hunger I have never known before. But I don’t like the distance between us with me facing his back. I want to see his face, read every expression while I fuck him.

I pull out and flip him over in one smooth move. He looks up at me in shock, and I can’t help but laugh until he pulls me close and kisses my laughter away, replacing it with moans.

I enter him again, and this time he holds onto me, digging his nails into my back and locks heels against my ass. I can’t get enough of his lips as I plunder his mouth. His lips look plump from all the kisses. His cheeks are a bright flush of red, matching his beautiful hair.

He drops his head back, eyes shut in pleasure. I can’t resist sucking and biting on the exposed flesh, leaving marks on his neck as I go. I want to shout that he is mine. Mine. Always.

His hips meet each of my thrusts, and we crash together in a frenzy, right over the edge of ecstasy.

I welcome the release that washes over us as we both cum in a mess of sweat, moans, and kisses. We are a tangle of limbs, trying to catch our breaths. I kiss his cheek before rolling to the side so I’m not crushing him.

Our breaths are the only sound in the apartment as I drift off to sleep with him nestled in my arms.