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fat, jolly penguins as they began to sing. I pressed up against Jake’s side, and we swayed gently to the music.
    Jake turned to me, all the lights of the tree reflected in his eyes. “Let’s go home.”
    “Yeah, let’s.”
    Home. It sounded good to me. He raised my gloved hand to his mouth and kissed it before leading me through the crowd. Look, I’m realistic. I’ve lived in the city and I know some people were probably staring at us, but I didn’t care any more. I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.
    And although we hadn’t said it, I knew we were going home to make love.
    Once we were inside, he looked at me hopefully, the lights of the tree kindling his eyes in colors of crimson and gold and purple.
    We undressed in silence, our eyes locked together.
    He came to me, his cock proud and erect and I reached for him, stroking him gently with my fingers. He gasped and his knees buckled.

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    “Maybe you’d better lie down.”
    “Maybe.”
    He was shaking so hard I hung onto him as I led him to our mattress. I was equally excited, not only by his unexpected surrender after all these years but at how wonderful it was to be the one to show him what he needed.
    He went down like a sack of potatoes, flat on his back, looking up at me with a pleading look I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to. I didn’t want to. I bent to kiss him and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I met it with mine, enjoying the lazy slide of our tongues as we battled playfully.
    I left his mouth and brushed my lips over his jaw, feeling the stubble of his beard, down to his throat where I was seized with a sudden desire to leave my mark on him. I sucked at his neck where it flowed into his shoulder until he was squirming under me, his hands clutching at my waist, but I wouldn’t let him pull me against him. Not yet.
    I trailed my lips over his chest, enjoying the texture of the light fur. At the first sweep of my tongue over his nipple, he yelped and arched up into my caress.
    “You like that?” I whispered against his skin.
    “Oh yeah.” He gave a tremulous sigh as I sucked his nipple between my lips, holding it there as I let my teeth graze the erect nub. I nibbled my way to the other one, and 40

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    bit down gently, soothing it with my tongue while he groaned with delight and writhed under me.
    As I kissed my way down his body, pausing to investigate the angular planes and strong curves along the way, he propped himself on his elbows to watch me. I caught his gaze and held it as I felt the muscles of his stomach flutter under my hand. I licked over the head of his cock and he gave the softest, most heartfelt moan of pleasure I’d ever heard.
    I pulled off and cradled his cock in my hand, slowly stroking him. “How do you want to do this?”
    “Could you … would you … fuck me?” His voice was nothing more than a croak.
    I stared at him. “I want to be inside you more than anything, well almost. But the first time, I think you should fuck me. I’ve had practice.”
    He chuckled even though his hips were still moving in concert with my hand. “You going to coach me?”
    “I’m taking one for the team,” I joked back.
    He held my face between his hands as he studied me.
    “Are you sure? I mean, I want to, damn, how I want to, but if you usually top –”
    “How do you know about that?”

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    “Internet, doof,” he said, just like he used to years ago.
    He gave me a wicked grin. “I have a lot of theoretical knowledge, I just haven’t put it into practice.”
    “So I’m your gay test dummy?”
    “I want you.” He ignored my levity, his gaze hungry as he stared at me, licking his lips.
    “I’m all yours.” I got to my feet.
    “Where you going?”
    “Lube. Protection.” I went to my bag and rooted through it. I hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, but the supplies still languished almost forgotten in my travel kit.
    He watched my cock sway from side to side as I came to him, sitting up to touch it, giving me a couple of light strokes.
    “Don’t keep doing that if you want this to last longer than a minute,” I warned, backing away from him.
    “Can I suck it?”
    “You want to?” Stupid question. Faced with an erection like his, I wanted it in my mouth; I guess I was still just not taking it in that he was that way too.
    In answer, he held my buttocks in his palms, using them to pull me