He was breathing so deep, I swore he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Hi, Gavin. Gay sex He saw the uncertain look in my face, which made his turn confused, then wary.”Are you clean?” we asked each other at the same time, after a pregnant moment.”I get tested all the time.””I’ve always used a condom.”I let out a sigh of relief, then kissed him full on the lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth. When I finally calmed down, I realized that I was on the floor by the table, drenched in sweat and oil, with no clue how I got there. His voice was as amazing as his body, an almost musical baritone, although it still sounded youthful, almost naïve, in a way.I realized that I was staring at him, slackjawed, while he looked back at me, waiting for an answer. He had me mesmerized before; I was under his control, enthralled by his bright green eyes. Finally, I would get what my tired, overworked muscles deserved. He stared up at me, panting, giving himself over as a helpless virgin. As we came, our tongues stiffened in each others’ mouths, locked around one another in our bliss. Not. Of course, I was drawing a complete, painfully mortifying, blank.
