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left his brain to seek out areas with more action. They had fallen asleep like that, close together, Flynn floating on sated bliss and Gable with a proud smile on his face.
    Now, Flynn was slowly letting the early morning light drift into his consciousness. Gable was lying still in his arms, his back against Flynn‟s chest, breathing evenly. Flynn wanted this moment to last forever, but as soon as he stirred, Gable woke up as well.
    “Mmmh,” Gable mumbled, hand moving back to touch Flynn‟s naked skin. “Time to get up?”
    “Just give it a moment or two.” Flynn snuggled closer, fully aware that his morning erection was prodding Gable‟s ass.
    “Fuck me.”
    “What?” Flynn asked, now fully awake.
    “Fuck me, make love to me,” Gable answered, his eyes still closed as he leaned back. “You‟re rock hard. Don‟t let it go to waste.” He reached to pull Flynn closer so he could kiss him.
    “That didn‟t go so well last time, remember?” Flynn reminded him.
    Gable turned his shoulders so he could put his arm around Flynn.
    It was only then that he opened his eyes. “I know it wasn‟t good for you, but I liked it, Flynn. It felt good to have you inside me again. And last night, when we made love and you came, rubbing up to me like that, all I could think of was that I wanted you to come inside me.”
    “But… it must be so frustrating for you,” Flynn answered quietly.
    Gable kissed him again. “I don‟t have the same expectations now as I did then. It may never come back, Flynn, and I don‟t want to stop making love to you. Unless you do, of course.” 150

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    The uncertainty that returned to Gable‟s demeanor made Flynn cave. “I want nothing more than to make love to you, but I always feel like I‟m taking advantage of you. Even last night….”
    “Sssh,” Gable interrupted. “Let me be the judge of that?”
    “But I know you… love me,” Flynn said hesitantly. “And that means you‟d be willing to endure it because it gives me… pleasure.” Gable turned around completely so he was facing Flynn. “I don‟t love you that much.”
    The harshness of Gable‟s words made Flynn finally seek eye contact and he realized Gable‟s face didn‟t match his words. His look was soft and loving, albeit slightly mocking.
    “It‟s scary, Flynn,” Gable continued. “Why would you stay with me if I couldn‟t…?” Gable didn‟t finish his sentence. They both knew what he meant and speaking the words made them too real right now.
    “But I wouldn‟t ask you to fuck me if I didn‟t want it. I know you…
    masturbate in the shower.” Gable cocked his head and looked away from Flynn. “But I‟d much rather you jack off in front of me.”
    “Gable!”
    “I do,” Gable confessed. “Why hide it? It‟s what I fantasize about sometimes, so why wouldn‟t you?”
    “Because it‟s embarrassing!” Flynn chuckled.
    “Masturbation?”
    “Yes,” Flynn admitted.
    Gable tried to make Flynn look at him again. “Just because I can‟t, doesn‟t mean that it can‟t turn me on. Seeing you pleasure yourself would be a lot less frustrating than knowing you couldn‟t wait to jump in the shower, just so you could.” Gable reached for his nightstand and took the lube out of the drawer. He flipped the lid open and offered to squirt some on Flynn‟s hand.
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    done, up in the hayloft with Davy, his best friend. They would jack off and hold contests how fast they could come and how far they could shoot. Even then, he wanted to hold Davy‟s cock and longed for Davy to touch his, but he never did. They never even kissed. The last thing he‟d heard of his friend was that he was married and had a whole litter of kids. It was just that. Kid‟s stuff. Not something you did with a lover.
    Gable gave him an encouraging nod. “Go on, give it a try. If you don‟t like it, we won‟t do it again.”
    Flynn accepted the clear lube and rubbed his fingers together to warm it up. Then he enveloped his half-hard cock with his hand and rubbed it gently. He had to admit it felt good, and although he‟d gotten quite used to his own hand, having Gable‟s eyes on him gave it a strange twist. Just when he