They kiss

He whispered, "OK. May I kiss you?"

"Yes, you may."

He leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. We smiled at each other, and we didn't let anything stop us. Our warm mouths touched more, and the connection felt freeing.

"Wow. I've never kissed a man before. That was nice."

I kissed him on the head, and he blushed.

"My pleasure, cutie."

He rubbed my body and swirled his fingers on my bare chest. I kissed him repeatedly on his face. I smooched his stomach, and I traveled to his underwear and massaged his hips with passion.

"That feels nice. I haven't been intimate with anyone since my ex-wife. I convinced myself I didn't deserve love."

"Oh, you do."

I started rubbing his round bubble butt, which he enjoyed as he released moans of approval. I came to his front, ready to pull his underwear down.

He grabbed my hands and shrieked, "Please don't."

"Don't what? What's wrong?"

"I'm not ready for that."

"Really, you seemed OK until I was ready to pull them down.”

"I don't know, I don't want to say it."

"You know you can tell me anything."

"No, please."

"Tell me, Harry."