He was taking Kevin’s cherry! The words made him harder and made him feel privileged, masterful, married. He thought how many men would pay unlimited amounts to have this inaugurating experience with this boy. He didn’t want to feel like a middle-aged pedophile, he didn’t even want to think all this would make a good porn film. Furthermore, he wanted every thrust, every second, to be laden with tenderness, a salute from him to Kevin, a deep recognition. Furthermore, he wanted Kevin to like what was being done to him, to push back for another joyous millimeter of penetration. Furthermore, he didn’t want him to label it Guy’s First Fuck or Kevin’s First Time. Furthermore, he didn’t want the idea and the label to crowd out the sensation or to sharpen it; he wanted it to be pure sex, dramatized.

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