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shy of washboard. He ran his tongue up Garret's chest, feeling a sharp exhale with his lips.
    He spoke words he'd heard his former roommate tell dates, never expecting to ever use them himself. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" He guided Garret down the hall, grateful he'd cleaned his room and changed the sheets.
    As reverent as worshippers, they explored each others' bodies at leisure, Otis discovering smooth, mostly hairless muscle, Garret lightly tugging at dark curls. Their mouths connected repeatedly, moving away occasionally to nibble a sensitive earlobe, heat the skin where neck met shoulder, roam lower to tease a nipple, always, always, returning to a kiss.
    Garret parted his legs, allowing Otis to slip between them. A clear drop emerged from the slit of Garret's cock. Otis lapped it away, opening wide to slide down a shaft every bit as long, but not nearly as wide, as his own.
    Up and down he bobbed, determined to please.
    Moans and panted breaths urged him on, along with Garret's rhythmically bucking hips. Wetting his finger, Otis explored lower. As his plump digit slipped inside, Garret writhed, welcoming the invasion.
    "If you don't have supplies, check my pants pocket,"
    shocked Otis back into reality. He'd been so caught up in the moment that he'd nearly forgotten the need for precaution. Stupid, stupid! He reached into the bedside table, extracting a pack of condoms and lube that'd never been opened. He took a quick peek and breathed a sigh A Lie I Can Live With - 41
    of relief that they were still in date. How suitable that they'd been saved. The wait would definitely be worth it.
    He prepared his lover very carefully, his cock being proportionate to his overall size, and pushed in one tiny fraction at a time, watching Garret's face for signs of distress. Eyes closed tightly in concentration, the man made a gorgeous sight, and for a brief moment doubt clouded Otis' mind.
    Then Garret pushed back, seating Otis fully. They rocked together, their coupling a dance where both led, and both followed by turns. Otis' breathy, "Man, you're something else," collided with Garret's, "Damn, you're amazing!"
    Weight braced on his arms, Otis took a page from Garret's book, enjoying the most easy-going, and also the most erotic, sex ever. All the while Garret's erection ground into Otis' belly. Their groans, whimpers, and moans took on a frantic edge. All too soon, Garret stiffened beneath him.
    "Harder," he begged on a whimper. "I'm almost there."
    The pleading cry alone smashed Otis' control, and several deep, plunging thrusts later had him crying out in harmony with Garret's erotic groans.
    Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, Otis feeling totally content. Although he waited for the inevitable,
    "Well, I guess I should be going," it never came. Instead he took a deep breath and ventured, "This bed would be mighty comfy if you'd stay the night."
    Garret answered with a kiss and a rumbling,
    "Mmm..."
    For the first time in his life, Otis fell asleep in a lover's arms, glasses askew on his face. His last thought before falling asleep was, What is a guy like Garret doing with me?
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    You Want Me to What?
    The next day another first followed their first shared breakfast, one Otis never saw coming. They'd been idly chatting about the weather and what their days held in store when Garret dropped the "folks" bomb. "How about coming home with me for Thanksgiving?"
    Otis' heart skipped a beat. "You mean… to your apartment?"
    One side of Garret's mouth lifted, his eyes twinkling.
    "Nope. Home. As in the house I grew up in."
    "Umm… won't your parents be there?"
    The half smile blossomed into full. "That's kinda the point. I want you to meet my family."
    Oh shit. On an academic level Otis supposed he knew Garret had parents, 'cause, you know, everyone had to have parents. Until now Mr. and Mrs. Mims had been merely a concept. What would they think about him?
    Would they think him not good