Priority One

“How old are you? And this time I want the truth.” Kaleb nipped Dylan’s earlobe.

Whether the move was to entice or discipline him, Dylan didn’t know. Either way, it set him on fire and made him want to do so much more than just grind against Kaleb. “I’m twenty, but I swear my birthday’s only a few months away. I just couldn’t wait any longer to find out.”

“Find out what?” Kaleb gave another one of those bites.

Dylan jerked at the touch as another spike of pleasure shot through his gut. “What it’s like to be with another guy. How it feels to fuck something besides my own hand.” As soon as that oh-so-cool statement slipped from his pie hole, Dylan wanted to die. Damn, would he ever learn how to keep some things on inner-monologue? He’d be lucky if Kaleb didn’t laugh in his face, then go off and find someone who at least knew what they were doing.

“Do you want to find out tonight?” Kaleb crooned in his ear.

“Huh?” Dylan gave a slight shake of his head, not quite certain he’d heard correctly.

Kaleb’s hand reached around and somehow found its way back to Dylan’s cock.

For one insane moment, Dylan wondered if Kaleb’s fingers had GPS or something on them and had been set to find the nearest hard dick.

“Come home with me.”

All the air left Dylan’s lungs in one loud whoosh. Of fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. The hottest fireman in all of Michigan had just asked him to go home with him. Dylan knew they wouldn’t be going there to watch the latest Dancing With The Stars rerun either. No, Kaleb wanted him there for one thing and one thing only. To screw.

This was it. Finally Dylan would be able to know what it felt like to be with another man. After tonight, there’d be no more lingering doubts. No more false hopes that maybe he’d been wrong all along and wasn’t gay and could make things right back home. If he did this, actually went through with it, there would be no question of what he was. “Okay,” he shocked himself by agreeing.