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kissing Bryce’s neck, grasped his hands and led him to the couch. Adrian lowered himself onto the tan pillows and pulled Bryce down next to him.
    Bryce closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of strong, warm hands sweeping over his naked torso. Reclining deeper into the plush of the couch, Bryce became acutely aware of his cock pushing against his shorts and boxer briefs. Once already, he had failed to relieve the pressure in his loins. Bryce wondered whether he would leave without going below the belt, and if Adrian did, would Bryce let him?
    “Why are your eyes closed?”
    Bryce opened his eyes, and saw Adrian’s dark features hovering directly in front of him.
    “Are you okay?” Adrian asked, smiling.
    “Yeah, man, I’m good,” Bryce whispered back. He shifted upwards on the cushions and leaned his head back, accepting a kiss from Adrian.
    Adrian laughed. “Your eyes are closed again.”
    Bryce smiled and opened his eyes. Hesitating, he said, “It’s good, man.” But was it? Bryce had never touched another dude before. At least, not quite like this. Yet he was keenly aware of the yearning in every muscle, in every fibre of his body.
    Was what he was doing even right? Bryce frowned, realising that he had asked himself the same question eight years before. Then, the answer had been ’no’.
    “It’s okay, man,” Adrian said, brushing Bryce’s cheek. Bryce turned his head. The feeling of Adrian’s rough hand gliding across his stubble felt exceedingly good.
    Adrian furrowed his dark brows. “Should I stop?”
    Bryce’s cock throbbed painfully inside his pants. He needed release. He had no choice but to give into his inner craving to let go. Bryce sighed. And for once, he actually surprised himself.
    “No, bro. It’s all good.” He leant forward and planted a kiss directly on Adrian’s lips and reached to catch the hem of Adrian’s scrub shirt. He pulled upwards, and Adrian stopped, helping Bryce strip it from his body, revealing the man’s built torso. Slowly, Bryce touched the layer of short hairs on Adrian’s upper chest, delighting in the foreign sensation of the thousand rough strands under his curious fingers.
    Adrian moaned and, grinning, reached for Bryce’s pants. He fumbled at Bryce’s frayed, cloth belt, unhooking the fastener, quickly popping open the button and undoing the zipper before sliding the fabric down to Bryce’s ankles. Adrian met Bryce’s eyes. “Do you mind?”
    “No man, go ahead.”
    Adrian grasped the elastic bands of Bryce’s pants, and as Bryce lifted himself minutely upwards from the couch cushions, Adrian slid the underwear down past his ass, pulling both the shorts and green boxer briefs completely over Bryce’s feet, then discarding them on the scuffed floor.
    The air that washed over Bryce was cool and refreshing, and the sensitive skin on his cock and balls tingled with anticipation. Adrian stood and slipped his pants and underwear off in one, fluid motion. He was completely naked.
    Bryce studied the man’s chiselled muscles, well-defined pecs and arms, his abs, thighs, calves and feet, his beautiful, tanned skin, much darker than Bryce’s own. Adrian’s uncut cock—straining upwards against his stomach—was long and thick, shot through with bulging veins above two large, round testicles which dangled invitingly between his legs. Bryce’s body screamed for every part of him, demanded to feel the firmness and warmth of Adrian against his flesh and in his throat.
    “Want to suck me off?”
    Bryce pursed his lips and looked up at Adrian, nodding, ready.
    Adrian sat, and Bryce stood, then knelt between Adrian’s legs.
    “It’s okay man, just take it slow.” Adrian ruffled Bryce’s hair and left one hand atop Bryce’s head, guiding his mouth downward.
    Bryce closed his eyes again, licking uncertainly at first. The tip of Adrian’s cock tasted salty. Bryce parted his lips just slightly, slipping the very tip into his mouth, curious at the sensation