But right.We did everything — every kink I had dared to dream about. My own words echoed back at me: “Sometimes I love being bonded.”My heart skipped. Gay sex We’d only talked for fifteen minutes on FetLife, but something about him — the confidence in his tone, the way he said “trust me, boy” — had me saying yes before I thought it through. Let’s go upstairs.”And I couldn’t say no.We ran up the stairs. Anal. He honked to catch their attention… then turned back and kissed me again. “I’m sleepy… big exam tomorrow.”He leaned in with a smirk. Messy. I froze — completely not ready — but he turned around and kissed me. The breeze, the risk, his voice telling me what to do — it was next level. Then, out of nowhere, he looked at me and said, “Let’s take the long route, my boy.”I blinked. My own words echoed back at me: “Sometimes I love being bonded.”My heart skipped. But here I was, waiting outside my building for a man I barely knew.He pulled up on his scooty, cool as ever. This was crazy. It was a little past midnight. I even had to stick my tongue out while doing it. Where to press. The way he said things made
