“I’m a single dad with four kids. I’m a master at multitasking.”
“Fair point.” I rut against him, the friction of our cocks sending heat to my core.
I sit up and pull him flush against me for more making out. I yank his shirt over his head while he pushes my shirt off my arms. Our hands travel across our chests and arms, like new visitors to a foreign land wanting to experience everything.
I’ve long admired Tanner’s body. We’ve stolen illicit glimpses in the locker room over the years and had quick grabs in the dark during our bedroom sexy times. Now I get to have fun. I get to explore. I get to feel the way his biceps and triceps weave together to form his lean, muscular arms. I get to tumble my fingers over the ridges of his sorta-there abs.
“You are one hot dad,” I growl.
“And you are one hot stepdad.”
There’s fire in his eyes, but I also sense a hint of hesitation. And that’s when I remember that this is all new for Tanner. Not only has he not had sex in two years (I’m still not over that revelation), but as far as I know, he’s never been with a guy.
Is he scared? Is he being a good sport and not wanting to speak up? I tangle a thumb in his hair. “Hey, how are you doing?”
He glances down at his rock hard cock. “Pretty good.”
“No, I mean…this is new for you. How are you feeling about it? I want this to be a good experience. If there’s anything you don’t like, or if you want to slow down, please say something.”
“I will.” He nods, yet the hesitation remains on his face.
I lift his chin to face me. “Tanner, I know when you’re bullshitting.”
“I’m not really sure what to expect. I…” He laughs, his cheeks reddening. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I’m worried I’m not going to be…good. Like, if you had a Top Ten, would I make it in?”
I hold myself back from guffawing. I can’t imagine not giving him a ten out of ten, no notes. The idea of this being lousy sex is as plausible as Martians taking over the planet.
“Tan, you’re my number one guy. The only thing you’re not good at is being a shithead. And bowling.”
“That was one game years ago.”
“And you were so bad it’s stuck out vividly in my mind ever since.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips, letting him know he's safe here. “I can’t wait to have amazing sex with you. And it’s going to be amazing because it’s you. One of the benefits of having sex with your best friend is we can be honest with each other. We can laugh. We can call each other out. I don’t care if we both come in ten seconds. I’m just so grateful I get to be here with you.”
He pulls me into a hug, kisses my shoulder. “Des, how did I get so lucky to wind up with you in my life?”
Same, buddy. Same.
He pulls back, fixes his heavy-lidded eyes on me. Sweetness is slowly being subsumed by lust. “Des, since I’m a newbie at this, I want you to take lead. Tell me what to do. I’m yours.”
My dick pulses with renewed vigor. I’m going to show this man a great time.
27
TANNER
There are times in my friendship with Des when he can be a bit bossy. A know-it-all. A guy who has to be in the driver’s seat because he knows best. We’re all human, and he means well.
Well, today, I really, really want that Des to come out and play.
While this is my first time with a man, and my first time in a long while that I’ve had sex, I’m not scared about what to do. Gay sex isn’t rocket science. I know I can figure it out. But I want to be led today. As a parent, I’m always the one in charge, the one planning and executing. Today, I want to be the one taken care of. I want to put my trust completely in Des’s hands.
He pushes me back on the bed and undoes my pants. He pulls them and my underwear off until my cock unabashedly sticks up like a national monument. I’m completely naked and exposed for him, a fact that makes precome leak from my tip in anticipation.
“Get on all fours,” he commands in his low voice. He is looking ferociously hot. His smooth face accentuates his sharp jaw. A few stray strands of hair fall in his face. There’s a sense of play twinkling behind his eyes.
I do as he says. Cold air hits my ass. He has me scoot forward, then unbuttons his pants. I’ve seen his cock in the dark during our nighttime fooling around, but now I can see it in the light of day. It’s nice and thick, heavy in my hand.
When I take it in my mouth, it fills the whole space, hitting the back of my throat. I savor the feeling of being filled, eager for what comes later.