The Way He Changed Me Pt. 01

I first met Dean abroad, at an all-inclusive holiday resort in Spain, when the two of us were 21. I had gone with my parents as they'd offered to pay for me, and there was no way I'd be turning down a free two weeks of sun and booze. I mostly stayed out of my parents way and tried to make my own fun, and that's how I first stumbled upon him.

Dean was lazing round the pool when I first clapped eyes on him. He wore a little blue pair of swim shorts and a pair of sunglasses, and he was reading a football magazine. If I was being dishonest here I'd say I was immediately drawn to his strikingly handsome face or his toned, defined torso, but what really caused me to initiate a conversation was the Manchester United shirt draped over the back of his sun lounger.

"Hasn't been a great season for that lot," I said, pointing at his shirt. "Where did you finish in the end? Third? Fourth?"

Dean lowered his sunglasses, as if to check it was him I was talking to. When he saw that it was, he sat up slightly.

"Hah, yeah. They're shit. It's unfortunate but it's the truth. You're not a Liverpool fan are you?" he replied.

I chuckled, before sitting down on the vacant sun lounger next to him. "Liverpool? Nah, don't worry. I'm a Sunderland fan, so I know a thing or two about shit teams!"

The pair of us laughed. "There's actually a decent write up about Sunderland in this magazine, if you want to borrow it when I'm finished." Dean enquired.

"Yeah mate, that'd be good! I'm David, by the way."

"Dean," he said, before he sat up, and the pair of us shook hands. It was nice to find someone my age at this resort who had similar interests. The football conversation flowed for a while, before Dean asked if I fancied a beer. Obviously, the answer was yes. As he went to grab them I lay back on my sun lounger and enjoyed the belting heat.

Again, I could lie at this point and tell you that I watched his cute little arse bounce as he walked to the bar, or that my head was filled with thoughts of dropping to my knees in front of him and sucking his cock, but that wasn't the case. While it wouldn't be strictly true to say I 'wasn't gay' by this point, those feels of same sex attraction certainly hadn't presented themselves yet. I saw Dean as a potential mate, and nothing more.

Once he'd brought us the beers back (the first of six we consumed together over the course of that afternoon) we began talking again. Though the conversation inevitably always veered back to football, we discussed our home towns, other interests, family, friends, everything. We became firm friends, which is something I hadn't expected to find coming in to this holiday. Eventually, the sun began to disappear behind the multitude of high rise hotels, and we both decided to relocate to the indoor bar.

Once we got to the bar, we found a table and ordered some drinks. I was sat facing Dean for the first time, and as such I noticed how impressive physically he was. He was athletic, toned. His six pack and his pecs were visible, and his biceps were sufficiently girthy. I was more impressed than aroused by this point, but that would soon come.

"Impressive frame by the way mate," I remarked, taking a swig of my pint. "Couldn't tell properly out there but you're shredded! Fair play..."

Dean laughed. "Hah, cheers mate. I'm in the gym quite a bit, five nights a week when I'm at home. You've got a good body yourself man, you must look after yourself."

I went to the gym more casually than Dean, but my football kept my in decent shape. "Cheers mate, think I'm a distant second place at this table though."

It wasn't long after this that everything changed. As we sat there drinking, two girls around our age walked by, both dressed in revealing little bikinis. I made eye contact with the blonde one and smirked at her, and I was delighted to see that she returned the smile. I watched them both walk away, a smile on my face as their beautiful asses jiggled with every step.

Dean though, didn't even look. He was more interested in his pint than the girls. "Did you clock them mate? Think I've got a chance with blondie..." I said.

"Oh yeah?" Dean replied. "Didn't notice..."

"Didn't notice?" I repeated with a laugh. "You blind or something? Hey, you should try and pull the red head, can't see why she wouldn't be interested in you..."

I looked back at Dean, and he seemed slightly uneasy. "She, err, she isn't really my type..."

"Ahh!" I replied. "Not into redheads eh? Well sorry mate, you're not having blondie, she's just gave me the eyes..."

"Nah," he quickly responded. "Not interested in her either."

"Fucking hell mate!" I laughed. "You gay or something?"

"I am, yeah."

It was intended as a joke, honestly. I genuinely didn't have any inkling that he actually was. The smile on my face vanished almost immediately, as I looked on at Dean with confusion.

I knew gay guys back home. They were all what you'd call 'effeminate'. The gays I knew wore make-up, hung around with the girls, talked with a high-pitched lisp and done musical theatre. That's what a gay person was to me. Dean was about the furthest thing from that I could have imagined.

It pains me to say it, but I did begin to feel a bit uncomfortable. I downed what was left of my pint, before standing up.

"Fucking hell, didn't realise the time. Better go and find my Mam and Dad, see what they're doing."

"No worries mate," Dean replied. "We'll have another drink tomorrow, yeah?"

"Uhh, maybe," I replied, already power walking away from the table.

Lots of thoughts swirled round my head that night. I couldn't get my head round the fact Dean was gay, or the fact I'd spent the day befriending a poof. Despite this, I couldn't help feel a bad. He must have realised I made an excuse and left the minute he let his sexuality out of the bag. Though I was still quite confused, I realised how narrow minded that made me seem.

I found a sun lounger the next morning and, with a book for cover, scoured the pool area looking for Dean. After being sat for around half an hour, I noticed him make his way down the steps and lie down on a lounger across the pool from me. I knew I had to go and speak to him. We'd be meeting in the corridors awkwardly for the next two weeks if not, and I didn't want to spoil my holiday with constant situations like that. After drumming up the courage, I jumped in the pool and swam over to where he was lying.

"Hey, Dean!" I called out. It took him a second to realise where the noise came from, but when he did look down at the pool I gave him a little wave.

Dean's sunglasses hid his emotions quite well. I couldn't figure out whether or not he was happy to see me. "Didn't think I'd be speaking to you again this holiday..." he said.

"Yeah..." I replied. "About that... I wanted to come and apologise. I went on like a bit of a dick yesterday and I'm sorry. I'm not a homophobe or anything... it just gave me a shock, that's all. You don't look gay."

Dean smiled. "Fucking hell mate, why don't you announce it on the tannoy. Come here..."

I climbed out of the pool. Dean pulled his knees up to his chest to give me some space to sit on his sun lounger.

"What does looking gay even mean?" Dean asked. "We're not all drag queens and make-up artists you know. My first boyfriend was a rugby player."

"I know..." I responded, trying to think of something to say. "But you're exactly like me! You like footy, pints... it just came as a shock, that's all."

Dean chuckled. "Well, I appreciate the apology anyway. Go and get me a pint and I'll call it even."

I laughed and stood up, pleased with myself for sorting things out. I quickly returned with two beers, one for each of us. We say together, and just like yesterday, the conversation started flowing again.

Maybe twenty minutes later, I began to notice how hot my back felt. I hadn't put sun cream on this morning as I had planned to stay in the shade under my umbrella, but changing location round the pool had put a stop to that.

"Ahh, I can feel myself burning," I nonchalantly said.

"Aye, you are going a bit red. Lie down and I'll put some of my cream on, it's factor 50."

I looked at Dean hesitantly. He must have immediately knew what I was thinking, as he shook his head.

"Don't be such a freak," he responded. "It's you that's gonna make this weird. It won't turn you gay, it'll just stop you from turning red..."

I still didn't feel entirely comfortable, but I didn't want more awkwardness. I lay down on the sun lounger as Dean got up. He squirted a blob of cream onto my back, which made me shudder slightly, before rubbing it in. He worked it into every inch, from the lower back right up to my neck and shoulders. I got the impression that he kept rubbing my back a little bit longer than was necessary, but I elected to stay quiet. After another minute or so, he playfully slapped my back.

"All done, you were very brave!" he exclaimed, sarcastically.

We laughed and drank again, just as we did yesterday. We went to the bar again when the sun began to set, and I even introduced him to my parents (electing not to tell them he was a poof). When it was time for bed, I got my head down contentedly, a lot more so than I did the previous night.

As I drifted off into sleep, suddenly I was transported back on the sun lounger from earlier. Dean was once again rubbing sun cream into my back, but it was deeper this time, as if he was giving me a massage. I told him how nice it felt, and he asked me to turn over so he could do my front. As I did so, suddenly I wasn't by the pool any more. I was in his hotel room, lying on his bed. His hands weren't rubbing in sun cream any more, they were massaging my pecs, my abs, running themselves over my nipples. I looked down at myself, and realised I was naked. Moreso than that, I saw that Dean was too. He stood up, and walked round the bed until he was near my head. Without a word, I reached out, and caressed his achingly hard cock...

I jolted back awake. What the fuck was that? My heart was beating out of my chest. Sweat pouring out of me. I looked down at myself to see that my dick was rock hard, harder than I'd ever seen it before. What the fuck was going on?

The next morning I sat and had a cup of tea on the balcony. It was only one floor up, so it had a pretty good view of the pool. As I was trying to put last night's dream out of my head, I saw him, in the same sun lounger, lying by the pool. For the first time, I began to look at him in a different way. His abs and chest, still damp from his morning swim, glistened in the morning sun. His biceps, big and strong, tensed as he put his hands on the back of his head and stretched out his legs. I noticed his chiselled facial features, even his piercing blue eyes. And as I did so, I felt my shorts begin to tent. I was getting hard.

No. This can't be happening. I got off the balcony and went straight into the bathroom with my phone. I searched up lesbian porn, and began jerking my cock furiously, desperate to prove to myself that I was a straight guy who liked women. I closed my eyes and tried to picture myself between the two blonde sluts on my screen, but every time I did so my imagination cut back to pictures of Dean laying on the sun lounger. It was no use. What the fuck had he done to me.

I couldn't stay in my room all day, so I nervously made my way downstairs to the bar. As I was ordering a drink, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Dean.

"Hello mate, you're down late today." he said.

"Yeah," I replied, looking dead ahead and not daring to look back at him. "I slept in."

"Lazy bugger," Dean said, playfully. "I saved you a sun lounger next to me. Let's get these and head back."

I considered making another excuse, telling him I was going to spend the day with my parents or whatever. But I didn't think I would be convincing enough. My stupid plan was to simply not look at him, as if that would somehow make the thoughts go away. I wasn't the brightest.

I lay down on the sun lounger beside him, and closed my eyes. It was the easiest way to not look at him.

"I'm finished with that magazine if you want to borrow it." Dean said. "It's in my room, we can get it later."

"Sounds good mate, cheers." I replied, my eyes still closed.

"Have you seen that blonde since, by the way? You seemed quite excited by her the other day."

"Who?" I responded. I'd totally forgotten about her, truth be told.

"The one you were giving the eyes to the other day, just before you discovered I'm, y'know..."

"Ohh, her!" I replied. "Nah, haven't seen her since."

"Ahh, that's a shame," Dean said. "Still, week and a half to go I suppose."

"Heh, exactly," I meekly responded.

Even though my eyes were closed, images of Dean were playing over in my head. I thought about his touch from yesterday, as well as the dream I'd had last night. I thought about how beautiful he'd looked from my balcony this morning. I was pleased I had shorts baggy enough to hide yet another erection.

I needed to do something. Prove to myself that I was just being daft. Then, a thought popped into my head. It was a scary thought, but at least I'd know where I stood if I did it. I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes.

"Err, have you put, err, sun cream on today?" I nervously queried. "You're looking a bit red."

"Me?" Dean said, sounding slightly confused, "yeah I've got some on. All good."

"Really?" I replied. "Maybe not enough. If you want I can put some more on for you."

I cringed internally as Dean lowered his glasses to look at me. "You sure? Would you not find that a bit..."

"It's only weird if you make it weird," I quickly responded.

Dean smiled. "Touché. Come on then. Is it my chest or my back that looks red?"

Now I'd been given the option, I was obviously going to pick chest. "Your er, front." I said, feeling my heart rate increase.

Dean lay down and I squirted some cream on my hands. Slowly, and trying not to shake, I began to rub it in. I did his pecs first, using big circular motions to cover all his chest. I felt my cock stir when I glanced over a nipple, and I noticed a sharp intake of breath from him when my pinky went over one again. Then, I went down to his abs. And enjoyed the feeling of his shredded six pack between my fingers. By the end of it, I had totally lost control of my breathing and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

There was no denying it. He was sexy as fuck.

"Thanks man," Dean said as he sat up a little.

"No problem." I managed to respond. "I'll be right back... just gotta piss." I hurriedly scampered off my lounger and to the toilet cubicle, where I almost tore off my shorts and began wanking furiously. After literal seconds, I exploded with a guttural moan, jizzing all over the toilet, Dean at the forefront of my thoughts. I wiped the toilet clean, and sat on it, pondering my next move.

Did this make me gay, I wondered? That sounded almost unbelievable. I couldn't be gay. I'd shared showers with guys before, seen everything there is to see on a guy's body, and never even took a second look. But this guy was making me feel things I'd never thought before. I couldn't follow through with this, I thought. This had to remain in my head. But then again... the thought of touching him again made me so incredibly excited... and I was thousands of miles from home, in another country. What happens in Spain...

I came out of the toilet cubicle and back to my sun lounger. Dean was still there, enjoying the sun. I sat back beside him, and saying nothing, closed my eyes again. We whittled away a couple more hours discussing football and the like, before once again, the sun set.

"Two beers please mate," I asked the Spanish barman as we relocated indoors.

"Not tonight, bar close at 8pm on Sundays."

"Ahh what, I didn't know that!" Dean exclaimed.

"Are they taking the piss?" I huffed. "All inclusive resort and I can't even get a pint."

"Ridiculous." Dean said. "I've got some cervezas up in my room if you want to stay on the drink."

"Cervezas?" I responded.

"Beers. God, you're so British, aren't you?"

We both chuckled. As we walked to his room, the thought hit me that, for the first time, the two of us would be alone together. I tried to put it to the back of my mind, and let whatever was about to happen, happen. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but as I walked in to the room I was hit with the realisation that anything that happened would never have to leave this room.

Dean tossed me a bottle of lager; I opened it and took a big swig. It felt like all I'd done on this holiday was drink beer, but that's what holidays were for. I made myself comfy on his bed and he did the same, sitting next to me. I took a second to admire the way the light bounced off his abs once again.

"Think your room is a bit smaller than mine," I observed, taking another drink.

"Well yeah," Dean laughed, "because I'm not sharing mine with Mammy and Daddy!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Yeah, and I'm not paying for the holiday, so who's the real winner here?"

"Hah, fair comment." Dean replied. "There's your parents paying thousands to take you abroad with them, and mine haven't spoke to me since I was 18..."

"Oh really?" I said, genuinely interested. "How come? Is it because..."

"Cos I'm gay? Bingo." Dean took another sip. "I stupidly left my phone unlocked on the sofa one day. My Dad starting looking through my messages and found a chat with a guy I'd been seeing. I'll spare you the details, but it was quite a horny conversation, the type you don't want your Dad reading regardless of sexuality..."

"Ahh, shit mate. That's rough. So what happened? Did they kick you out?"

"Yep. Straight away. 'No son of mine will be a bloody bender' was the last thing I heard my Dad say. I couch surfed for a few months til I saved enough for a small flat. At least I proved I didn't need them. Even got a place at university for September, so I'll be even further away from them."

"Good for you mate, there's no need for homophobia..."

Dean spat out his drink, laughing. "Bit rich, coming from you isn't it? You nearly stopped talking to me altogether when you found out I was gay..."

"Yeah, but I quickly put that right, didn't I? I was just a bit shocked, like I say..."

Dean smiled, which I was relieved about. "Yeah, you're right. I'll let you off..."

We had a couple more beers, the conversation always floating around the topic of Dean's sexuality. He told me when he realised he was gay, about obsessing over the men's Olympic diving on the TV when he was a kid, and his first boyfriend. I listened with interest.

"I have a question though," I pondered, my furthering inebriation allowing me to ask riskier questions. "How do you know you're gay if you've never fucked a girl?"

"I have fucked girls." Dean replied. "I spent years trying to convince myself I wasn't gay. I could get hard and cum with girls, but it just felt... ordinary. Like something was missing. The first time I had sex with a man, I realised how much better it was."

"Better in what way?" I quickly replied.

"Just... better, really. There's just something in your gut that lets you know. Butterflies. The first time I had sex with a guy it blew all my experiences with girls out the water..."

"Why? What did you do?" I asked, my heart beginning to beat quicker.

"You really wanna hear me talk about gay sex?" Dean queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up, I'm just making conversation," I said, attempting to defend myself.

"Uhh, fair enough..." Dean edged towards me slightly on the bed, and cleared his throat. "I met a guy on Grindr. Couple of years older than me. Told him I was inexperienced and he said not to worry. We kissed on his couch, taking each other's clothes off as we did. When we were down to our boxers he started tonguing my neck and nipples, it felt fucking amazing."

I was hard as fuck already. I listened, mouth agape, trying hard to stop myself touching my cock.

"He slid off the couch and between my legs and pulled my dick out. Mate, the blowjob he gave... amazing. He took my cock all the way back, I'd never felt anything like it in my life. I was horny as fuck so I told him to stand up, I dropped to my knees and sucked him. I gagged a bit at first when I tried to deepthroat him, but I managed it in the end. I sucked his big cock for ages, and he ended up jizzing all over my face. I ended up cumming on his floor without even being touched, it was that horny. That's how I knew."

"Fuuuuck," I whispered, through gritted teeth. My cock was achingly hard, all I wanted to do was pull it out.

"David, can I ask you a question?" Dean suddenly said.

"Uhh, go on..." I replied.

"Today," he said. "At the pool. I wasn't really looking red, was I?"

I screwed my face up at him, trying to feign confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I wasn't sunburnt. I lather myself in factor 50 every morning. There's no way I could have been burning." He edged closer still. "You just wanted to touch me, didn't you?"

I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks flush with a burning embarrassment. My breathing quickened once again, and I debated in my mind whether to come clean or try and deflect. In the end, Dean spoke again before I had chance to do either.

"You can touch me now, if you like..."

Holy shit. I felt my heart almost pound out of my chest, as I opened my eyes. Fuck, he was so hot. He lay on the bed mere inches from me, seductively biting his bottom lip slightly. After a deep breath, I moved in, and slowly placed my hand down on his chest.

I gently swirled my fingers around his flawlessly tanned skin, alternating looking at his chest and his face. I could feel that his breathing had quickened too, which oddly reassured me slightly. I caressed his pecs and gently let my fingertips trail over his nipples. I moved down to his abs, as Dean returned the favour. His own hand began caressing and massaging my torso. He even gently pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger, which allowed a small moan to leave my lips.

With his other hand, Dean gently grabbed the back of my head, and pushed it slightly towards his own. He moaned, and smiled, as my fingers touched the waistband of his shorts for the first time.

"I've never... I'm not..." I whispered to him, trying to make sense of the entire situation.

"Shhh," Dean replied, pressing a finger to my lips. "You don't have to label it. Just do what feels right..."

I took one last deep breath. Dean was right.

"Fuck," I whispered hornily. "I want you..."

I leaned forward, and for the first time in my life, my lips made contact with another man's. Our bare chests rubbed against one another as I climbed on top of Dean and began passionately kissing him. Instantly, fireworks exploded in my head. It was like the most intense 'Eureka!' moment possible. I'd kissed plenty of women, but none of them came close to this. My stomach was doing somersaults. It just felt right.

Our lips parted to allow our tongues to explore each other's mouths. Dean took charge of the kiss and tongued his way around my mouth first, to which I simply surrendered and let him. As we kissed, our hands explored the other's body more freely and forcefully, and Dean grabbed both my ass cheeks and playfully squeezed.

Dean then grabbed my shoulders and threw me on the bed, before mounting me just as I had done to him. "Fuck, you're so hot," he moaned, as he dived on to my neck and began hungrily tonguing and biting that.

"Oh fuckkkk," I moaned deeply as his hand played with my nipple. It was pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced before. Dean moaned into my neck too, before moving down my body and kissing my pecs and abs.

"I'm gonna suck your cock," Dean said, as he put his hands in my waistband and yanked my shorts off. My achingly erect dick sprang out, the head already slick with precum I'd been leaking.

"Aw yes, please suck my dick, please..." I moaned, as Dean grabbed it in his hand and lightly jerked.

I knew I wasn't gonna last long. "Just suck it, please!" I moaned, writhing around in his bed, a sweaty mess.

Dean didn't need a second invitation, he dived on my cock and began sucking hungrily and expertly. He almost immediately took my whole length in, and the pleasure was completely off the charts.

"Oh my fucking Godddd," I wailed as every movement of Dean's tongue sent shockwaves through my body. I was already close. Dean continued to suck and tongue my cock, before making eye contact with me, looking up and winking while his mouth was wrapped round my dick.

That did it.

"I'm gonna fucking cuuum!" I squealed, as I erupted into Dean's hungry mouth. He clamped his lips on the base of my dick and like a hungry little homo, he made sure to swallow every drop of seed that spewed from my cock head. Only when the orgasm was over and I began to soften did he lift up from my dick.

Dean collapsed on the bed, his head near my now limp dick. "That, was, hot, as fuck..." he moaned, taking big deep breaths between each word.

I looked down at the impossibly chiselled, sweaty man that had just given me the best blowjob of my life. It was my turn.

"Stand up." I said.

Dean looked up. "Huh?"

I rolled over and off the bed, before dropping down to my knees. "I said stand up."

"Oh fuck yeah!" Dean said, immediately rising to his feet. He walked over to me and with his crotch about half a foot away from my face, I got to work.

I put my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, slowly. As I did, his cock catapulted out as the shorts dropped to his ankles, and for the first time I was face to face with a big, hard cock.

It was bigger than mine, that was my first thought. I wasn't exactly small, but Dean's seemed to be huge. I took a second to look at it, admire it, and take a couple of deep breaths to steady myself.

"You like?" Dean said, looking down at me.

"It's... it's so big..." I muttered in response.

"You've made it so fucking hard, that's why," Dean replied with a wink.

I looked up at him. God, that felt so strange. Being on my knees in front of a man's cock, making eye contact with him was horny as fuck, and it aroused me more than any pussy ever had. I felt my cock stir again.

"You wanna suck it?" Dean whispered, biting his lower lip.

"Mmhmm," I responded affirmatively.

"Say it."

My heart pounded. "I want to suck your cock."

"Good boy. Open wide..."

I obediently opened my mouth, and Dean thrust his hips forward. His cock head, slick with precum, entered my waiting mouth, and I was immediately hit with the unmistakably musky smell of a properly aroused dick. It filled my nostrils, and almost magically served to get my dick right back up standing to attention. I closed my lips around the shaft and began moving my head backwards and forwards.

I was sucking a cock. And I was enjoying it. I let my tongue slide around Dean's cock head, encouraged to do so by the lad's pleasured moans. I took it out of my mouth briefly to lick up the shaft, from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock, enjoying the noises and movements he was making that seemed to indicate he was loving it. I was obviously quite good at this, for a first timer.

It was then I knew I wanted to take it to the next level. He'd taken my full length, it was only fair I should take his. I put my hands on Dean's ass and pushed my mouth down on his cock.

"Oh my fucking God, deepthroat that cock!" Dean said, sounding astounded that I was even attempting it.

When I felt my nose nestle in his trimmed bed of pubes, I knew I'd accomplished it. I held my ground for a few seconds before diving off to breathe. Witnessing the act must have been too much for Dean to bare, as he grabbed his cock and began jerking it furiously.

"You gonna let me paint that pretty straight face with my cum?" he panted.

"Mmm yes, fucking cum for me," I moaned, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out.

"Oh fuck, you dirty bastard, I'm cumming!" He screamed, before erupting.

Thick rope after rope of Dean's hot sticky jizz began to coat my face. One rope caught my flush across the forehead and left eye, one on my chin, and a couple in my mouth. It tasted nice, pleasurable even. He pushed out the last few drops and wiped his dripping cock head on my chin. I climbed back into the bed, exhausted. Dean collapsed next to me.

"Did that really just happen?" Dean said, before chuckling wearily.

"It seems that way..." I replied, equally as weary.

I sneakily sampled a little bit of cum from my chin as I got up to wash my face in the bathroom. As Dean lay there, contemplating the night's events, I picked up my shorts and slid them back on. I checked my phone in the shorts pocket. Fuck. It was after midnight. How did that happen?

"I've got to get back to my parents, they'll be wondering where I am," I said, walking to the door.

Dean sat up. He looked a little bit pissed off. "Really?" he said. "You made that same excuse the other day. Has the post-nut clarity hit? Having second thoughts?"

"What?" I exclaimed. He couldn't be more wrong. I genuinely had to go. To prove it to him, I walked back over to the bed. I placed a hand on his soft dick, and passionately kissed him on the lips.

"Don't be silly. I'll be back for a second helping in the morning. If you're up for it, that is."

Dean's frown turned into a smile. "See you then, gay boy."

"Hey," I said, opening his hotel room door. "You said no labels..."