Chapter 8: Conversion
“Just to see,” I suggested.
He grinned sheepishly and nodded. “Just to see.”
Then we were silent for a while.
“Maybe a drink first?”
“Sure.”
After the drink, I suggested we shower. We did, and under the spray, using that wonderful glycerin-based soap, I penetrated Matt’s ass.
I did this gently, and only after manually making him hard, to get him into the mood. (I was already there.) I eased inside, saying, “It’ll sting a bit at first, but that goes away, trust me.”
He grunted.
I penetrated, slowly, inch by inch, forcing myself to take it slow. He was so tight that the sensations were almost mind-blowingly pleasurable. But I reminded myself to think of him.
“Feel anything?” I asked when I had penetrated finally to the hilt.
“Uh—like what?”
I sighed. “You’ll
