Bill lay down beside him awkwardly. Their bodies were a tight fit on the narrow couch. He felt the heat rising from Bill’s skin and he inhaled his musk, a deep mixture of body odors, cigarettes and cologne. Pete reached down, hooked his fingers into the waistband of Bill’s briefs, and said, with his white, irresistible smile, “You won’t be needing these.” He got them down to Bill’s knees and then maneuvered his foot and pushed them down all the way to Bill’s ankles where they slipped off. Bill had been naked thousands of times but he had never felt truly naked until that moment, his body utterly exposed and unprotected. He shook from head to toe.

“Hey, now,” Pete said, gently. “Don’t be scared. It’s me, Pete. I’ll take care of you.”

Pete enfolded him in his arms. Their faces touched, their chests touched—the hair on Pete’s chest was surprisingly soft—and then everything touched, bellies, thighs, cocks. Pete kissed his neck and whispered, “Relax, baby. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

When Pete plunged his tongue into Bill’s mouth again, Bill tentatively flicked his own tongue into Pete’s mouth, tasting residue of tobacco and toothpaste. It should have been gross, but the slide of their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths as, simultaneously, their bodies rubbed together sent ripples of pleasure through him that gave him goosebumps. He sank into the older man’s naked embrace as if into a warm bath. Pete’s fingers parted and then slipped between Bill’s butt cheeks and he felt Pete’s thumb press against his butthole, not hard, but purposefully.

“I can’t wait to pop your cherry, Billy,” Pete rasped.

A spasm of anxiety awoke Bill from the dreamy sensations of their mingled bodies. He knew what Pete meant, of course, but the thought of the older man’s meaty purple-headed dick inside of him seemed both implausible and frightening. Before he could say anything, Pete flipped him on his back and shimmied down the couch until his head was level with Bill’s crotch. He glanced at Bill with a devilish grin before closing his mouth around Bill’s dick. He clenched Pete’s shoulders and closed his eyes. A series of noises escaped his throat involuntarily, a combination of coos and moans as Pete moved his mouth faster and faster, his thick tongue teasing and stroking. And then, before he could warn Pete, he filled Pete’s mouth in an orgasm that lifted his body off the sofa. Pete kept his mouth glued to Bill’s dick, swallowing until there was not a drop left. Only then did he let go, sit up and, wiping his lips, exclaim, “Fuck, that was hot!”

“I didn’t have time to tell you,” Bill apologized.