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I woke up the next morning in Max's arms.

He smelled of me, and me of him.

My breathing tightened.

My head pounded with a hangover.

I groaned as I opened my eyes. He lifted his head, a little groggy himself but the snow leopard's eyes shone with merriment.

"Hey." He yawned. "I'll get up in a moment, make us some food."

I huffed, unsettled. He was warm, but he was he. "Thanks." I spoke curtly.

"Feeling okay?" he asked.

"Sad." I frowned, it was a deflection to the obvious and not truly how I felt. "Head hurts."

"Mmm. I'll get some water and leave you to it." He got up and stretched. I stared at his back. He was sleek and his ass was gorgeous, from behind it would've been easy to mistake him for a woman. He glanced over his shoulder to catch me staring, but he didn't comment on it, just gave a little wiggle as he headed for the kitchen.

Had my shame last night really been so easy for him to pick out? To see through?

Could he see through me now? As I feigned heartbreak when truly I was just thoroughly shaken.

In a way, it was humbling.

But if I had more energy to spare I'd probably be whinging about it right now.

The thing he was most right about was just that I wanted to fuck. The more I reflected on that, the more comfortable I was with it. Or maybe that was just the sensation of no longer having his body pressed against mine.

He came back with a glass of water for me. I glanced at his crotch as I grabbed the glass. He was flaccid now and nothing about that was attractive to me. But he was shameless and I wasn't. I'd blown him last night, swallowed his load.

"You can touch it, if you wanna," he said.

I could've jumped. He was watching me with a coy look on his face.

I wrenched my gaze away and downed the water.

He chuckled. "Would you like me to cover up?"

I stared into his eyes, uncertain. "It's... fine."

"This better?" He turned, staring at me over his shoulder. My eyes drifted to his butt. "You can touch that too."

"Much better." I reached out to pinch him. He grinned. "A hole's a hole," I said. "You were right."

"Ah, yikes." He shook his head. "Calling the man police, sorry princess it's over for you."

And despite myself, I laughed.

"Is it weird if-"

"No," he interrupted me. "Whatever you're about to say, no, it's not weird."

I furrowed my brow. "Alright." I rubbed at my snout. "I'll use your shower."

He tilted his head. "Ah, ok. Not about your fragile masculinity." He rubbed at his chin. "I'm going to go ahead and say not weird, but you're next door and I think I've played host enough trying to get in your pants so you can use your own shower."

I nodded. "That's what I figured."

"Still making us breakfast... if." He stared at me.

"If?"

"You'll do the same for me after I sleep in your bed some other time."

I gave him a dirty grin. "Done." I groped his asscheek, digging my fingers into the firm muscle.

He cupped my hand on his rear as he turned to speak more comfortably. "How horny are you, really?"

"I'm a bull." I swatted at my horns to emphasize. "Extremely."

"Cool, never jerk off again." He smirked. "Just come knocking."

"I'll tire you out."

He threw back his head and laughed. "Boy, I'd love to see you try."

I shifted my hand towards his crack and pressed a finger against his hole. I waited, testing his patience. But he simply stared at me, eyebrow raised.

"What?" he said eventually. "I'm not desperate, just open. Go clean up, I'll make food and we can screw the day away I don't really care. I'm not busy."

I threw back the sheets, revealing my mostly erect cock. "He wants you to suck him." I squeezed muscles in my pelvis to make my dick bounce.

"He can wait 'til we've eaten." Max chuckled. "Then I'll suck him as long as he wants."

I moaned, lifting my hips. "Sure you don't wanna get a head start? He'll be ready to go again once we've eaten."

Max licked his lips. "Jason, I am going to have so much fun with you and you don't even know the half of it."

I rubbed my chest, expecting him to go down on me.

"But not even I anticipated you being the over-eager one." He stepped away instead, a wide grin on his face. "Go shower, we'll eat and I'll make you cum as many times as you can handle and then some."

I wrinkled my nose. "You're a bastard." I spoke with humor in my voice. "All this talk of homophobia and fragile masculinity and you know I really listened? Like for the first time? Usually I tune out when I hear that shit. But I've been thinking about it. And you got me keen. Got me comfortable, got me hard and now this." I scrunched up my face. "I'll get you back though, after breakfast." I smirked at him.

"Good boy." Something odd crossed his face. "I'd call you a slur as a joke but something tells me you'd get the wrong idea."

"Huh?" Bewildering. That statement carried so much and so little at the same time.

"You so are the sort of guy who'd toss it around because 'the guy I'm fucking- I'm straight by the way- says it to me'."

"Oddly specific." I furrowed my brow.

"You'd think so, huh." He tapped his lips. "And yet... twice now. I don't trust you straight boys."

"Then stop screwing us?" I folded my arms.

"Stop being hot and I wouldn't have to seduce you." He shook his head.

"Is that why you were just waiting out in the hall? To seduce me?"

"Nah, I was waiting on a guy. Figured he was late but then you showed up." He rolled his eyes. "But he was a no show, typical."

"Wait, what? What if he came?" I opened my mouth, surprised.

"Threesome." Max shrugged. "That, or you running for your apartment to clutch your manly pearls and repent for touching peen. Either way, I'd be happy."

I watched him closely, a little bewildered by that. "Right." I sat up with a sigh, he wasn't going to give me what I wanted. Not yet. And in the mean time he seemed pretty intent on making fun of me. He swished his tail, pulling my gaze back to his ass. I frowned at him as I stood. "See you in a bit then."

He raised an eyebrow as I headed for his door, only stopping to dress in my underwear.

"Damn." Max strode after me, clicking his tongue. "Figured you'd try dom me before you left."

I twisted my head back to him suddenly. "What." I stared into his eyes, searching for some suggestion it was a joke.

"Some guys get a little too eager." He smirked. "Thought you might be one."

"Huh?" I really furrowed my brow. "I'm not going to what, like assault you or something. You weren't..." I trailed off.

"Curious." He rubbed his chin as he examined me again, like I was some kind of foreign specimen.

"I can be pushy but I'm not a ra-"

"Think I'll keep you." He mused.

I tilted my head and waited, expecting him to follow up that statement with something. He didn't. "You're so fucking weird dude."

"I've been called worse." He shrugged. "How's pancakes for breakfast?" He opened his fridge.

I could hardly keep up with him.

"Not disappointed are you?" I couldn't fathom why he might be, but he was baffling.

"You'd be getting toast if I was." He placed a carton of milk and some eggs on his counter.

"No, like... did you want me to go you? Like, was I meant to?" I rubbed the back of my head, feeling awkward. "Feels like you've got... ideas about me and I dunno if I'm living up to them or what."

He shrugged. "I would've let you so long as you're not bawling your eyes out over a girl so I don't really care." He spoke flatly as he skinned the veil of his actions. He offered me a weak smile as he fetched some flour from his pantry.

I snorted, my heart panged. "Bullshit. You're not doing this to help me."

"No shit." He raised an eyebrow. "But I can't get railed while you're a sobbing mess and making fun of you is fun, you just look so confused."

I grimaced.

"Don't look so pissed. You shouldn't even cry over losing her, you never wanted a girlfriend." He started mixing pancake batter in a large bowl.

"Oh come the fuck on dude." I rubbed at my face, angry. "You can't say that shit you don't fucking know me."

He chuckled. "And yet, you're not telling me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong." I packed as much heat as I could into those words.

"Am I really? Or should I just not be saying that?" He gave me a smug look.

I slammed his door on my way out.

No amount of anger could convince him. And while I couldn't even begin to agree with his assessment of me, it did leave me with questions I didn't have the energy to answer for myself.

Standing there, alone in the hall with my fists clenched made me feel silly.

But that spark of anger did outweigh the slightest touch of heartbreak I now felt. Admittedly, this was the best I'd ever felt after a breakup. I let myself into my apartment, the anger ebbing away. And even now, I was so certain I'd feel something different. That the sadness within me would be more forward, more focused.

But it wasn't. My attentions were split between heartbreak and the anticipation of fucking the day away.

Anticipation?

I froze up. He'd fucked my head as hard as I'd fucked him. He was a guy. And I'd used his body. So much of me wanted to resist that idea but after lingering in his presence for so long I just wasn't sure.

He wasn't precise in how he targeted my insecurities and doubts but he didn't have to be, they were so blatant.

The mood that left me in was so peculiar, but it was a lasting distraction. I fucking reeked of him. Of the sex we'd had. It was haunting but it was enough to get me through a shower without thinking other thoughts. With an uncertainty in my belly, I made my way back to his apartment now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.

He was sitting at his table, his foot resting against the side of it as he clipped his claws, still completely naked. His junk on full display from where I stood. He glanced up to me. "Hey sexy." He nodded to a plate full of pancakes. "Food's done. I've already eaten but take as much as you want."

I slumped into the chair opposite him. "Is it too early to drink?"

"Hah." He snickered. "Sad boy hours or don't want to suck me off sober?"

I squinted at him. "I don't know how to respond to that in a way that doesn't make me feel stupid."

"You can admit you're sad." He shrugged. "Even I'd feel like an asshole for making fun of you for being sad."

"I'm not really that sad though." I rubbed at my face.

"Because I was right?" His eyes twinkled as he stared at me.

"You're like, way too fucking much for me to handle and that's somehow exactly what I need right now, so sure. Fuck it, you were right." I grabbed a pancake. He'd placed a few spreads and sweet condiments on the table. I added a bit of lemon juice and icing sugar to it before eating.

"I don't wanna glance over how important this is." He smiled softly. I figured he was about to say something at least a little kind. "You can stop harassing women and be satisfied at the same time. That's like, my entire activism quota met for the month."

I groaned. "You're actually so insufferable."

"I want you to tell me that when you're nutting in my ass for the third time today." He bit his lip.

I sighed.

"What?" He cocked his head. "Reckon you'll forget? Lose count?"

I stared at him, bracing for whatever stupid thing he was about to say next.

"Here's a deal. You keep count, you remember and I don't top you."

I spluttered, coughing over pancake bits. "Who says you will anyways?"

"Me, because you're curious. You have to be." He shrugged like it was nothing.

I glared back at him.

"Figured you'd disagree... for now." He gave me a knowing wink. "Reckon I can be pervasive- er, persuasive. Have you been fingered?"

I stared back at him, stony and silent.

"That's a yes then."

"What."

"Man, just go back to bragging about that stuff it's so much hotter." He tutted. "Did you like it?"

I squinted.

"Hmmmmm." He pondered for a moment. "I really want to say that means yes but maybe that's just you getting touchy because you think your dad never ever in a million years would've gotten fingered."

I jerked my head back. "The fuck is up with you?" I shook my head. "What does that even mean?"

"Means he probably did get fingered, actually, only he was enough of a man to admit he liked it to his loving wife." Max chuckled. We stared at each other, quiet for a moment longer. He seemed to be judging me. I just felt confused.

It got awkward, fast.

"Alright." I sighed. "I have been fingered. I enjoyed it."

"Thank you." He exhaled. "Was that so hard? Just had to invoke the man card?"

"No." I glared at him. "I enjoyed getting fingered so much I've done it to myself in the shower too."

"There we fucking go." He pumped his fist in excitement. "You do want me to top you."

"Fuck." I growled at him. "That's not it at all."

"But it is, you just can't admit it because I haven't nagged you enough to make you think you're doing the right thing by giving into the pressure when really you wanted it all along." He tilted his head. "Tell me I'm wrong."

I rubbed my temples. "Why are you like this?"

"It's funny, mostly." He toyed idly with his nipple. "You done eating?"

I'd only had one pancake but really I wasn't that hungry, what with the whole break up hanging over me and especially with the line of conversation he'd taken while I was eating. I nodded.

"Finally." He slipped out of his chair in an instant.

I pushed away from the table so I could see what he was doing.

He dove for my crotch as he pulled my shorts down and nuzzled my soft cock.

"Nervous?" he asked. "Maybe embarrassed? Why aren't you hard?" He rubbed his muzzle into my boxers. I grunted, heart beating to life as my dick started to harden. "Feels good, you know." He paused to breathe in my clean scent. "Having a cock in you."

"Dude." I snorted.

"Aww c'mon." He looking up at me with wide eyes, his snout hidden under my bulge. "How many fingers do you like in your ass?" It didn't take long to harden to full mast. He was so damn cute, bundled up against my dick.

I sighed as I slipped all nine and a half inches of my cock through the fly of my boxers. He nuzzled against it, his soft fur brought a grunt out of me. "Put it in your mouth and stop talking." I swatted it against his nose.

"Can I finger you?" he asked.

"Just suck me off and shut up."

"It'll make it easier later, when I-"

I grabbed the top of his muzzle with a meaty hand and moved him to the tip of my cock. "Suck it."

He stretched his jaws, sharp fangs lined up on either side of my massive cock. He lapped at the underside of my head. I moaned as warmth brewed in my chest. "Could bite you, you know," he said.

"Suck my fucking cock before I slam it in there." I snorted. "I know you can take it." After the punishment I'd put him through last time he blew me, I was ready to go even harder.

He kissed the slit of my dick and pulled another moan from me. "Just one finger?" He creased his brow and pouted delicately.

I exhaled heavy through flared nostrils. The rush of pleasure made it hard to focus. All he wanted was to do something he knew I enjoyed. I winced as I sighed. "Fine." I scooted forward in my chair.

He pumped his fist close to his chest like he'd just won something. I frowned at that.

I really, really needed a better way to stop him convincing me of things, but this was fine. This was pleasure.

He tugged my underwear down and leant back to coat one of his fingers in spit. He tickled my heavy, black nuts with his free hand, smiling as he lifted them out of the way. Anticipation tingled in my chest. It'd been a while since I'd had a finger in me. And he'd suck me off too?

Fuck.

Why was I even resisting?

I scowled as that thought crossed my mind.

Because he was dude.

Because I didn't do these things, I was-

His finger brushed my hole.

I eased against him, grunting.

He dipped forwards, mouth wide as he took the tip of my cock.

I groaned, tensing as warmth pressed through my belly.

His finger pressed into my asshole.

A breath came ragged from me as I shuffled against him, pressing my weight harder on his finger to drive it deeper.

"Fuuuuuuck." I lowed, leaning back in the chair.

The force went out of me.

All I could do was focus on the sensation of his finger spreading my hole. So different to what I was used to, the way it broadened the pleasure within me. He pressed forwards, slurping at my cock as he took another few inches in his mouth. He coaxed his tongue up and down my shaft.

I let my arms fall by my sides, breathing deep as I squeezed out another low moan.

I stared down at him, his soft grey fur brushing against the darker mass of my thighs.

"Awh, fuck," I muttered.

He rubbed his finger within me.

I shuddered. "Feels so good."

He suckled on my cock as he pushed himself even further down, gagging as he took me in his throat.

I groaned, scrunching up my face in pleasure. "Nasty cocksucker."

He jabbed a second finger against my hole. I quivered.

"Oh fuck." I rubbed my rump against his hand. "Put it in."

Was I begging?

He made a breathy sound like a stifled laugh around my dick.

Oh fuck me.

I was begging.

But he pushed the finger in.

My hole stretched wider.

I shuddered, groaning louder. Pre spurted from my cock. He gulped it down, moving his head back and forth on me.

Warmth filled my chest, amplified by the pressure of his fingers in my ass.

I was in heaven.

He rubbed his pads within me, coercing waves of joy from the contact that made my knees weak. I slumped in the chair, head lolling back as he gulped on my dick. His tongue curled along the edges of my cock.

I was so sensitive to his touch, too weak to fuck him back.

So I sat there, mind going fuzzy with the pleasure of the moment.

He started moving his fingers a little harder. I sat up straight, gasping as he shoved them in and out with force. I was panting in time, making low sounds as spike after spike of pleasure brought me closer.

He rubbed his snout in my pubes, my entire cock wedged in his throat. I shifted forwards, leaning over him and holding him in place with the weight of my body, for I lacked the strength to keep him still otherwise.

He purred, the vibrations tore through me. I lowed, the rush so intense I almost came then and there. He must've felt how close I was because he started slurping on my dick, bobbing his head to a rhythm.

A third finger brushed my asshole.

I groaned, hesitant and tense.

I couldn't handle another.

But that didn't stop him.

I bellowed as a rise of pain stabbed through me.

It only lasted a moment.

I slumped over him even harder, unable to do anything but gasp as he jabbed three fingers into me over and over and over.

I was trembling.

Couldn't take it.

He bunkered down on my cock, purring into my lap.

It rattled me to my core, the torrent of pleasure almost knocked me from my chair.

My cock jerked. I grunted loud. He bolted backwards, mouth wide.

Cum splattered all over his tongue and face.

Two massive pumps of my seed doused him.

My ears roared as a stream of pleasure shook me to my core.

I doubled over, panting, cock still twitching cum on his face.

He sat back on his heels, satisfied as he licked at the mess on his cheeks.

A haggard groan split me as he withdrew his fingers from my ass.

"Fuck." I panted, staring at him. "Fuck," I said again. Stunned.

"Pretty good." He smirked at me as he pulled a strand of cum off of his face and dangled it over his mouth. He smacked his lips as it fell onto his tongue. He looked so smug. "You wanna know something fun about straight boys and assplay?"

I couldn't even give a response I was so out of it.

"Without fail, they love it." He chuckled. "Glad you're no exception."

I gave a quiet shrug, still catching my breath.

"Do you like getting your ass eaten?" He stared at me.

It took me a moment to gather strength to speak. "Never felt it before."

"Ah. Do you like eating ass?"

"Also never done it before."

"Hmm. You eat much pussy?"

"Not really?"

"Man, really? After all those blowjobs you've gotten? You have a serious reciprocation issue." He tutted. "The entire point of sex is mutual pleasure."

I snorted, putting a bit of weight back into my words. "It's reproduction, actually."

He laughed. "You poor, straight, pathetic little bull. How many kids did you have with your ex hmm?" He stood up and waited. "Did you get her pregnant by cumming down her throat?" I had no words. "Didn't think so. Let me teach you something about mutual pleasure."

He moved so fast I couldn't even brace as he threw himself on me, toppling me backwards out of the chair. I grunted as we hit the floor and swept my arm across my body to try knock him off of me but he was already up.

I floundered a moment, rolling to my side to re-orient.

I felt his paws on my waist as he leant against me. I pushed myself up to my knees in a scramble.

I jolted at the soft touch of his fur between my cheeks. I felt his nose against the base of my tail, colder than the warm air he breathed.

His coarse tongue brushed my hole.

I dropped my head, moaning as a warm sensation spread through my belly. It wasn't like anything I'd felt before.

He lashed his tongue against the sensitive skin, drawing a shiver up my spine. I exhaled, shoulders slumping, mind reeling from the sudden return to pleasure.

"Knew you'd like it." He lapped at one of my ass cheeks. His hand crept up my back and pushed me down a little more. "Ass up big boy." He teased me with his fangs. I tensed and moaned. Every urge within me screamed compliance.

I lay my head against the ground and raised my rump. He nuzzled his face in my crack, his tongue pressed wide against my asshole. He purred; I shuddered.

"Fuck." I gasped as he stilled.

His tongue traced the tight rim of my asshole. I groaned and pushed my body back against him. "More." I grunted. "Holy fuck, keep going." I shook as he lapped right across my hole, the coarse bristles of his tongue crackled pleasure through my entire body.

He clapped a hand on my meaty ass. "Such a good bull." He kissed my hole. I exhaled, really straining my rump back against him.

His fingers toyed with my tail. His tongue punched sharply into my ass.

I reared up, heaving in breath as a hefty moan shook me.

I grabbed my own horns, holding my head to the floor as he wriggled within me.

Pre oozed from my cock.

I lowed, unable to think.

This felt so fucking good I was overwhelmed.

But he did something I was wholly unprepared for.

I felt his hand drift towards my crack.

A finger pressed in alongside his tongue.

I groaned as he rubbed his tongue deeper into me. "Duuuude." My voice was low. "Fucking..." There were no words. "More, please, more."

I could hear the desperation in my words and it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

I wanted this so bad there wasn't even room in my head for revulsion.

I could've squealed as he pushed a second finger into my asshole.

He curled his tongue alongside them.

I was almost sobbing under my breath, my chest contracting from the intensity of the pleasure.

He jerked his fingers in and out of me a bit before removing them entirely, and with both hands on my cheeks he ground his nose under my tail and shoved his tongue even deeper into me.

I was sweating.

My knees were weak.

More pre leaked from me. I'd just blown a load moments ago but I was rock solid again.

I collapsed forward, landing on my forearm as I reached back to tug at my cock.

"Damn," I mumbled, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure.

He leant back and crammed two fingers back in my ass.

I jolted.

A third joined them.

I bellowed as he stretched me out again, the sensation so intense and verging on pain.

He held his arm steady and unmoving until I calmed.

"You want more?" he asked, a little coy.

I grunted. "Uhuh." Even that sound was ripe with urgency, with need. I needed him to spread me wider. Finger me harder.

He slapped my ass. "Say it, you want more."

It took me a moment to find the concentration to manage. "I want more."

"Please?" He was taunting me and even in this state I could hear how much he loved it.

Only I couldn't care. "Please. More."

He tore his fingers out of me.

I whimpered.

That wasn't more.

My thoughts moved in slow motion as his hands fell away from me. For a short moment, I was bewildered. Confused. Then I heard his clothes crease as he stood. Something patted against the floor.

"Say it one more time." He placed a foot atop my ass.

"More." The intensity of those feelings had subsided enough I knew what was coming, but I was still wanting.

He knelt.

I shivered as he placed his hands on my hips. Something firm and moist brushed against my crack.

"Please," I said, the word dropped from my lips. I couldn't believe myself, but I wanted it.

He tugged me by the tail as he pressed his cock into me.

I rumbled as he entered, it wasn't much wider than his three fingers but it was rounder. A fuller shape.

A harder shape.

One that stretched me even wider.

I bellowed, shoving my hips back to force him in deeper.

I mind blanked as I felt his hips against my ass.

"Fuuuuuck." I moaned, bracing myself back and forth against him.

He groaned. "Damn Jason." His voice was weak. "Should've told me you wanted it that bad." He humped me slowly, the both of us growing wild with staggered moans. In the back of my mind, I knew I was fucking myself on his cock harder than he was humping against me.

And in this moment, nothing felt better.

Nothing felt more right.

There was no need for anger or revulsion.

I wanted this. I wanted this so bad I was slamming myself back on him.

Never felt anything like it.

Never imagined I'd get penetrated by another man.

My cock slapped my chest with meaty pats on every thrust.

My forehead fell against the ground. I shuddered and moaned.

Suddenly he yanked my head up by the horns, shifting his stance to something more stable.

I braced as he started gaining speed, gaining power. His balls smacked against my taint as he pressed into me.

I cried out every time he pulled back, anticipation jolted the pleasure within me every brief instant I waited, mentally begging him to slam his cock deep in my ass.

And though he went faster, that moment felt longer each time.

I was lost in the passion, drowning in the pleasure.

He rode me like I was a wild bull, all wild and bucking. With force he tamed me.

My knees gave way.

He ripped his cock out of me as I rolled on my side. I was heaving breaths.

I felt it then, as he stabbed his prick back in me. Less resistance. He'd loosened me. He was fucking me.

I stared up at him, my face creased with pleasure.

There was a shit-eating smile on his face as he grunted.

He'd made me his thing to fuck in that moment.

And that thought blindsided me.

I'd never been that before.

Only I fucking loved it.

I groaned, entire body curling as an orgasm rocked me.

Three massive spurts of cum emptied across my chest. It shot so hard I caught some on my chin.

Max purred, thrusting even harder into me.

Fuck.

Pleasure crashed on me like tsunamis every time his cock slammed my insides.

I couldn't control myself, every muscle in my body felt lax and still as I came down from that high.

I lay there, defeated. Face frozen in pleasure.

And then he was growling. Growling like I had when we fucked yesterday.

I knew what was coming.

And still I wanted it.

He made a weak sound that rose as he tensed. He groaned loud, his paws tightening against my body as he nutted in me. "Ohh fuck." He fell against me, licking my arm as he nuzzled my side.

We lay there for some time, only able to pant back and forth to each other.

But as the sensation of my orgasm started to fade, uncertainty gathered in its place.

Lying under him, I started to feel uncomfortable. My cum painted my chest. His cum doused my ass. I could feel it, sticky around his cock.

He groaned as he pulled out, his hand fell to my back. "Enjoyed it?" he asked.

"Mmm." I nodded, head spinning. Couldn't voice a stronger confirmation, didn't want to say it outloud.

He lay over me as he drew in shallow breaths, rubbing his paws through the dark fur of my back. "You've got a nice pussy."

Those words grated against my ears.

I pushed him off of me, maybe a little harder than I'd intended to.

He laughed as he stumbled back and fell on his ass, hand behind his head. "What else am I supposed to say?" He lifted his foot and smeared a glob of his cum up my crack.

I yelped and spun, embarrassment heated my cheeks. "Don't say." I huffed. "Don't say anything. Not a fucking word."

He shrugged. "You've got a tight ass."

I winced. There was a part of me that so seriously wanted to storm out of his apartment and hide in my bed, so fraught with embarrassment.

"Aw, c'mon." He raised his hands, a playful glint in his eye. "Surely you've said something similar to women you've fucked."

I sighed. I had.

"And did you think it was a good compliment for them?" He tilted his head.

I scrunched my eyes shut. "Mhm."

"So what's wrong with me telling the truth?" He rubbed at his chest, staring at my face. "You've got a nice pussy."

I ground my hand against my skull. I truly hated the way he'd round me up on my own behaviors. He was just guessing too, and yet he had this awful, awful knack of being right. It only added credence to other things he said, that he seemed to know my head so well.

"Thanks." I muttered, so thoroughly conflicted.

"Are you down to do it again some time?" He asked. The question hung in the air. An agreement sat unspoken on my tongue, it still seemed too hard a thing to confess. "I'm getting real sick of these silent 'yes'es." He rubbed my shoulder. "But I'm not just going to assume this time because maybe this is a little bigger, more serious. But I ask again, would you be okay with bottoming more in the future?"

I sighed. "I guess."

He shook his head. "I'm unconvinced so maybe I won't."

"I just said-"

"If you're going to get defensive, just say yes, please fuck me in the ass. Please dom me Max, cum in my butt. Make me your bitch."

"I-"

"You're a little bit too covered in your own spunk to hide the fact that you enjoyed it, alright? So acting all tough and ambivalent doesn't mean shit, but it's cool. I'm really not going to pressure you but this is the only time I'm going to ask. In the future you'll have to beg."

"Alright." I huffed. "Yeah, you can fuck me or whatever."

It felt too awkward, sitting there on the floor he'd fucked me.

I stood and grabbed a tea towel from his kitchen to clean myself off with. He watched me, bemused.

"Congrats." He smirked. "You're slowly making your way to becoming a savant of gay sex."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I frowned, turning to face him. I didn't like how he kept piling more on my shoulders.

"Means you know how to have a good time, which is a good thing if that is somehow not obvious." He picked up the chair he'd tackled me off of and set it by his table.

"I guess you're right." I pinched the corners of my eyes. "It's just... hard. Spent my entire life, you know. Not fucking dudes." I was stalling, trying to find words to excuse myself.

"And now you are and it's been..." He rolled his hand through the air. It took me a moment to admit it.

"Really good?" I mumbled. "Sorry. I know you're like... enlightened or whatever. But it's not easy for me."

"Hey," he said, a delicate smile on his face. "It's alright. I understand, really." He dropped into a chair and gestured I do the same. Begrudgingly, I obliged and sat back down, knowing there'd be more conversation.

"Yeah. Like imagine if you had a girl all over you. It's... it'd take some getting used to." I wanted to shut up. The more I spoke the more ammo I'd give him accidentally.

"Been there, done that. It was pretty good, we still hook up from time to time." He shrugged.

"Ah." I rubbed at my brow. "Guess I assumed you were gay."

"Oh I am, it just doesn't mean anything." He laughed. "I don't get soft the moment I touch a pussy, it's just not really something I seek out."

"Mmm." I sighed, regretting it. "You know I had one of those bicurious phases, cuz one of my friends in highschool was gay. And he told me a bit about how he understood it and it made me kinda second guess things for a bit, but I realized in the end I wasn't. But now I'm like, kinda back in those thoughts."

"Why?" He cocked his head. "Just go live your life and if you happen to find yourself wanting for more dudes then maybe think about switching up your label. Don't do it backwards, that's not right at all."

"Shit's confusing and I don't like thinking about it." I rubbed at my temples, staring at his door. I needed to get out of here.

He shrugged. "Haven't made you gay or turned you bi with my magic spunk or something, if you happen to be, cool. If I'm the only one, nice, I like being special."

"I guess." I sighed. "I just don't... how am I meant to say I'm straight when this is how I'm spending my time?"

"Don't believe in absolutes? Nobody's one hundred percent anything." He rubbed his chin. "If messing around's throwing your sexuality for a loop just wait 'til you get a gender scare."

I grimaced. "Is that... something that happens?"

"Can do." He focused for a moment and went quiet, then laughed abruptly. "What're the odds you're a lesbian?"

"I... can't even fathom how I'd be, but uh. I don't... what. What? I'm not asking, actually."

He turned his head as he stared at me a long moment.

"You know, it's not much but the fact you aren't throwing your hands up and biting back with something about your dick is encouraging." He leant his head against my shoulder. "Sorry for getting distracted I'm just amused you actually listen. Be honest Jason, have you ever tried to learn what makes sex feel good or do you just fuck?"

I rubbed the back of my head, discomforted by how this was going. "Nobody's ever told me they don't enjoy having sex with me. I dunno. Never thought about it I guess."

"Mmm. Carried by your fat dick." He snorted. "Fast reloader too, like, damn dude you won a lottery and you don't even know how to use your winnings."

"Eh." I sighed. "Probably, but yeah. I mean, you might be right but why's it matter if the sex ends up being fine?"

"Probably because it could be better, mostly for the other person." He grimaced.

I cocked my head. "I don't think they didn't enjoy it? Like... you know about girls and how they can squirt right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know."

"I'm good at that, making girls squirt."

A sly look cross his face. "You know it's mostly piss, right?" He smirked. Those were not the words I expected from him.

"What. No it's not." I scoffed.

"It is though."

"No, it's like... girl juice." I scratched at my chin. "Like, what they make instead of pre."

He laughed. "Girl juice."

"It is though." My brow darkened.

"Girl juice is pee, Jason." He snickered. "Look it up if you don't believe me."

I huffed as I rooted around for my pants and dug out my phone, typed a few words into the search bar of my browser, froze up and stuffed it back in my pocket. Heat in my cheeks and a half measure of discomfort in my throat. "What the fuck, that's... a lot less hot than I thought."

He shook his head, trying to swallow his laughter.

"Do you mind?" I frowned.

"Sorry." He stilled himself, still smiling. "What are the odds I know my way around a pussy better than you?"

"Dude." I folded my arms. "Zero to none."

"Oh man." He facepalmed. "I'll let you keep that belief for now."

"For now?"

He made a throaty sound as he lurched forward, another bout of laughter burst out of him. "Girl juice." He squeaked.

I glared at him until he fell silent.

"Anyways," he said. "Point is. Mutual pleasure and you can do better."

"Alright." I sighed. "I'm not gunna disagree but I also know you're not going to tell me you didn't enjoy what we've done."

"True. But I am going to tell you to do better."

"Fine." I wrinkled my nose. "What do you want me to do better?"

He tapped his lips. "There's the obvious one."

"What?"

"Learn to suck a cock dude, it's not going to bite you. I won't piss on you like all those girls you've fucked." He gave me a flat look. Fuck me. He was so good at threading his points together.

I couldn't even argue that.

Fuck. I needed to get out of here. I should just excuse myself.

I nodded slowly. "Guess so." Heat crept into my cheeks. "But..." I exhaled hard. "Never mind."

"What?"

"Where else am I going to like, use those skills?" I rubbed at my snout. Why was I staying? Why?

"Our landlord for starters, if you want to save some money on rent." He smiled. "Keeping your future boyfriend happy."

I rolled my eyes. "You better not be talking about yourself."

"I told you, you're not my type."

I groaned softly, turning thoughts over in my head. The way he jumped from point to point was dizzying, but that in particular was something I didn't want in my thoughts. "Think I'm done."

"Oh?"

"For today, at least." I stood up, holding my head. "You really mess up my head and I don't think I like it."

"Hmm." He rubbed at his chin. "I respect it. Sorry dude, was just having my fun. Didn't mean to."

"Yeah, it's fine I guess. I'm just... yeah."

"Naw. It's cool. Realize the whole breakup thing's still fresh." He grabbed my shirt off of the floor and held it out to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I dressed. "Can I ask you something dumb?"

"Hmm?"

"How old are you?" I squinted at him. "Because at first I thought you were younger than me but that just does not fit at all."

"32." He cocked an eyebrow.

"Fuck man." I chuckled. "I was way off, like way way off. I thought you were like, I dunno. 23?"

He smirked. "Probably the kindest thing you'll ever say to me."

"Uh. I'm 26."

"Makes sense." He stared at my face for a short moment. "How the fuck did you figure I was 23?"

I winced. "I dunno. You're..."

"Feminine?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I guess so."

"Hardly." He laughed. "I'm holding my tongue but just know I have sharper words to say about that."

"Yeah." I hung my head. "Figured. Um. You ever going to stop tearing into me?"

"Depends if you get any smarter." He spoke it very flatly.

I made a tart face. "Yeah, I'm not biting."

"Good lad." He chuckled. "Already learning."

"Anyways." I sighed. "Another time."

"I'll look forward to it." He stretched back. "Enjoy yourself Jason, hope you feel better."

"Thanks." I met his eyes. "You've helped more than you've made things weird, by the way."

"Good." He nodded firmly.

I stared at him a moment longer, a little bewildered to be affirming the fact that I found him cute.

With another sigh, I made my way out of his apartment.

Alone in the hallway, thoughts spiralled around me. How much did I really believe the things he was saying? Were it anyone else, I'd have cast so much prejudice against them already. If anyone I knew who claimed to be straight was fucking other guys like this they'd never hear the end of it from me.

And yet...

I enjoyed him topping me, a lot even.

I rubbed at my face, flustered. Heat rose in my cheeks. I was begging for more...

It was just mutual pleasure, right?

That didn't matter for however I was meant to see myself, though. And that thought wouldn't leave me.