Page 54 of Switch Pitching

“Someone’s excited,” I tease.

“It’s your fault for looking so hot and fuckable,” he replies.

“Oh, I look fuckable? Do you wanna fuck me, Ethan?” I shuffle up to brush his dick with my ass for effect. Ethan lets out a lust-filled groan, which makes my cock perk up even more.

“I wanna fuck you all the time.” Ethan’s smiling at me, melting my stomach, but my ass clenches at the thought. I’ve never been fucked before. I’ve never put anything up my ass. Ethan’s dick barely fits in my mouth, and my ass is way tighter. And fuck, now I’m starting to overthink everything about fucking.

“Are you doing okay?” Ethan sounds concerned, which I don’t blame him for since I went from talking a big, sexy game one minute to totally clamming up the next.

“I’m afraid of getting hurt,” I say, before realizing all the different ways Ethan could interpret that. “Not emotionally or anything. But, like, physically.”

“James. I’d never try to hurt you, you know that, right?”

“I know you wouldn’ttry, but I don’t know, you might not be able to help it.”

Damn it, he’s still confused. I’m gonna have to figure out how to spell it out.

“I’ve never taken anything up my ass before, and your dick is terrifyingly large.”

Ethan freezes before composing himself. “I’m gonna brush over the comment about my dick, but what you said about your ass being, um, uninitiated is totally valid. If bottoming is something you want to try at some point, take your time getting ready.”

“But still,” I start. “You might be waiting a while to…” Again, I’m struggling to find words. This is frustrating. “You might have to wait a while to fuck me.”

Ethan gazes at me, his eyes soft and full of understanding. “James. I don’tneedto fuck you. I’m happy with what we’re already doing.”

“But I thought that you… I don’t know, were like—” Goddamn it. Fuck being “straight” for the first twenty-one years of my life. I don’t have the vocab to say what I want, and when I do know what to say, it comes out clunky.

“You thought that I’m a top.” Ethan supplies, his eyes narrowing.

“That’s the word. Because you’re tall and all that.”

Ethan clasps his hands together. “Okay. The thing is, I’ve topped and bottomed before, and I like both. I’m vers.”

“So you’d be cool if I topped you?” I ask.

Ethan’s eyes widen in surprise before he looks straight at me. “I’d be very,verycool with that.”

“Are you sure?”

Ethan manages to make his expression even more intense. “James, you could ask to fuck me right now and my pants would be off in less than a second.”

I swallow a small, apprehensive lump in my throat. “Let’s do it.”

Making good on his promise, Ethan discards his pants and lunges at me, crashing his mouth onto mine and slipping his tongue between my lips. We make out almost violently, our dicks rubbing together through the thin fabric that separates us. Ethan peels himself off me, panting hard.

“Ever done anal before?” he asks.

“Only once, and it was way too much work for the both of us, not gonna lie.”

Ethan slips his boxer briefs off and reaches into his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try and make it easy for you,” he says, slicking his fingers and reaching down. My dick twitches with excitement when Ethan lifts his legs up to rub lube over his hole, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Like everything about him, Ethan’s ass is perfect, and I get a little harder.

I lose my clothes the second Ethan starts opening himself up, working his fingers in and out, and stretching every so often. I make myself useful by hunting around in my wash kit for the unused stash of condoms that I put there at the beginning of the season. After tearing a packet open, I roll one on before grabbing the lube from Ethan and slicking some onto my aching length.

“Alright, I think I’m ready for you,” Ethan says.

When he follows that up by asking what position I want to fuck him in, I have to concentrate really hard to bring my brain back down to earth.

“You choose,” I respond absentmindedly.

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