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remember feeling like I was initiating all these ‘straight’ guys into a

different world. But, you know, we’re all so immature in high school.

Now I can’t even imagine what I’d do in bed with a guy.”

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Max’s eyebrows seemed to rise for a split-second before he could

get them under control. “Can’t you?”

Randy looked back at him with a crooked grin. “Why? Do you

have any suggestions?”

“Absolutely,” he said with a proud smile. “First off, you need to

know where your no zones are. I mean, you need to be able to

communicate to your partner where you aren’t comfortable being

touched.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Randy said, picking up his coffee. “Everywhere.”

“Well, that narrows it down,” Max laughed. “By everywhere, is it

safe to assume you mean your chest and your…” When he paused to

clear his throat, Randy chuckled. The bashfulness seemed so

uncharacteristic. “Lower parts?”

Randy nodded. “Yeah.” He brought the Roadrunner mug to his

mouth before deciding he really didn’t feel like any more coffee. “It’s

weird. It’s like I want a boyfriend, but I don’t go for it because… I don’t

know….”

“You want a guy who sees you as a guy,” Max suggested.

“Yeah, exactly.”

“But you know you’ll have to disclose soon enough, and you’re

afraid he’ll stop seeing you for who you are.”

“Exactly!” Randy cried. He couldn’t believe there was someone

out in the world who understood him so well after knowing him for

only half an hour or so. There was an instant spark, an instant affinity,

and he wondered with all his heart if Max saw it too. “And on the off-

chance I found a guy who saw me as a guy, what are the chances he

would be able to respect my need not to fuck? It just seems like that

could never happen, you know? And I don’t want to be the trans guy

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who runs around sucking every cock on the block. Anyone can hand

out blowjobs. I need to know a guy respects who I am, you know?”

With a caring smile, Max said, “Oh, I understand completely, little

man.” Max looked him straight in the eye with a gaze of absolute

honesty before saying, “I mean it. I understand what you’re going

through.”

This time, Randy held out his hand, setting his mug off to the

side. Max placed a much larger palm on top of his and left it there. His

smile was so open and giving, Randy wanted to jump him on the spot.

Of course, the body he pictured doing the jumping had no boobs and

no pussy. It was a guy’s body—flat where it ought to be, and

protruding in one particular place. What he wouldn’t give to feel Max

suck his cock… the cock he didn’t have. And that was exactly the

reason he didn’t like thinking about sex.

“You know,” Max said, observing the obvious sadness in Randy’s

face. “Sex doesn’t have to mean one man fucking another man.” He

brought Randy’s hand close to his mouth and slowly kissed each

knuckle. Randy thought his heart would explode if his throbbing

lowers didn’t get there first. “Sex can be anything from a lusting gaze,

to calling a guy up and telling him what you’re going to do to him

when you get together, to….” Looking up at Randy, Max flattened out

his fingers. “Have you ever considered how many body parts guys and

girls both have? I mean, even cocks and clits have the same origins in

the womb.”

“Yeah,” Randy considered. How could all this possibly be

happening? What exactly was happening? “But how does that help me

now?”

When Max ran his fingers along Randy’s, he just about jumped

out of his skin. It felt so damn good, being touched like that. But what

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felt best of all was knowing Max knew his secret and still saw him as a

guy, through and through. “Well,” Max said, bringing Randy’s fingers

close to his pouty pink lips. “Everybody has fingers. And I happen to

have firsthand knowledge of how great it feels they come in contact

with a warm mouth and a fierce tongue.”

“Oh,” Randy panted, absolutely breathless. His mind was a mess.

He couldn’t think what to say.

“Has anybody ever sucked your fingers, Randy?”

His whole body throbbed like a hard cock, not just at the mention

of finger-sucking, but on hearing his name spoken by that gorgeous

set of lips. “No, never.”

“Do you want me to?” Max offered. His smile was so accepting,

and so giving, Randy couldn’t have said no if he wanted to.

“Please, yes,” he moaned as Max slipped the tip of his index

finger into his coffee-hot mouth. He nearly flattened himself on the

1950s kitchen table as Max sucked his finger all the way in, right to

the knuckle. The warm, pulsing sensation of his tongue made Randy

ooze with juice. Max was about the hottest guy he’d ever seen, and

there on the other side of the table he was slipping Randy’s middle

finger into his mouth. Sliding his gorgeous lips all the way to the

knuckles of those two fingers, he slid his tongue between them. When

Max licked that crease between finger one and finger two, Randy

couldn’t contain himself. God, yes. Suck it!

“You like that, do you?” Max asked, grinning even with two

fingers in his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” he roared, clawing at the table. “Give to me.”

Max sucked his fingertips, running his bottom teeth against the

pads. It was the warmth and the wetness that made it so good.

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“Should we go for three?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Randy repeated. He was too consumed by pleasure

to think up something original to say. But there was enough

originality in this whole situation to make up for it.

Wrapping his mouth around three fingertips, Max slid his tongue

down their underbellies. That strong slab of hot flesh undulated,

rising up and around his wet fingers. It felt so incredibly good, Randy

couldn’t keep himself from moving his hand in and out of Max’s

receptive mouth. He couldn’t get over the hot sensation of firm fingers

penetrating a gorgeous guy. He’d never experienced anything like it

before, like he was giving it to Max and Max was gladly taking it. Even

so, he knew Max had ultimate control over the situation. All he had to

do was stop and leave Randy high and dry.

Max held Randy’s hand in both of his and took his pinky into his

mouth. Four fingers got their due in that warm, wet hot tub of an

opening. Max was a godsend. Nobody else could have shown him this

kind of pleasure without disrespecting his identity. But, then, the

disrespect would have negated the pleasure anyway. With Max, his

body went wild until he was writhing in his chair. More than that, he

realized he was growling and panting and moaning—wearing all the

vocal accoutrements of the highly orgasmic. The more Max sucked his

fingers, the harder it became to keep himself from shouting, “Fuck,

yes! God that’s good. That feels so good!”

In the distance, a set of bells jangled, and it took a few seconds

before Randy realized someone had entered the shop. Sliding wet

fingers from an incredibly hot mouth, Max pressed Randy’s hands

between his and said, “I’m sorry. I totally lost track of the time. Will

you stay right here while I deal with this appraisal?”

Randy nodded, his mouth hanging wide open. Where would he

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go after such an intense happening? Though, as Max went into the

shop, he did get up to wash the hot saliva from his hands. He listened

in on their conversation. The seller’s voice was jarring. He was glad to

be hiding in another room. “Guess business isn’t going too well for

you, eh?” she jabbed at him.

Max’s voice hardened a tad. “Why do you say that?”

She cackled in response. “No customers!”

“I guess your vast powers of perception didn’t enable you to

make out the closed sign in the window,” he replied. “Mondays, I only

do appraisals and appointments. The shop will be open tomorrow,

and you can see for yourself all the customers I get in here.”

Listening to their conversation, Randy felt irritated on Max’s

behalf. He hated the condescending way that woman talked to him.

Empathy. God, he really was falling for Max, wasn’t he? But he judged,

from the way Max looked him in the eye through the whole finger-

sucking thing, that he felt the same way.

“God, I just wanted to punch her,” Randy said, coming out into

the shop after the woman left.

“Yeah,” Max considered, “but punching people is seriously bad

for business.” Stretching out his arm, he pulled Randy in close for a

side-by-side hug. “What really got me is that she’s kind of right. People

don’t want to shop in bricks-and-mortar stores anymore; they want to

buy stuff online. I wouldn’t even know how to start expanding my

business.”

“Seriously?” Randy asked. He thought every relatively young

person now bought and sold stuff online. He’d done both about a

million times. “I could set you up easy. Want me to?”

Max looked at him with a nearly blank expression. “You know

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how to do all that stuff?”

“Dude, everybody knows how to do that stuff.”

“I don’t,” Max admitted.

With a forgiving chuckle, Randy said, “Okay, everybody but you.

Are you registered with a shipping company?”

“No….”

“Okay, I’ll get you set up with a business account. That’s the first

step. Then I’ll just have to create a website for you….”

“You know how to do that?” Max asked, still with an air of

disbelief. “It all seems so complicated.”

Randy shook his head. “Trust me, it isn’t. We’ll set you up on

auction sites and… oh God, what else? I’ll look into other avenues.” He

realized his heart was hopping in his chest just like it had when Max

took his fingers in hand. He’d never been so excited about the

prospect of helping someone’s business.

A pearly smile streaked across Max’s face. “Do you think you can

get all this going in time for the Christmas rush? I can’t even imagine

the money we’d make.”

“It’ll be a lot of work, but yeah,” Randy said. His heart was racing.

“Wait… we?”

“Well, yeah. Of course,” Max replied. He was beaming with

excitement too. Randy could tell by the look in his eyes. “You think I’m

looking for slave laborers? No way. I need a web guy, and I’ll pay you

what you’re worth. Can you start right away?”

He couldn’t believe the whirlwind of happenings. In one day, he’d

gone from grocery girl to web guy. The excitement was overwhelming,

like an ice cream headache coupled with a sugar high. “Yeah,” Randy

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gushed. “I mean, I’ll have to quit the supermarket, but I can work with

you around my shifts until my two weeks’ notice is up.”

Max gave him an approving nod. “I like a man with professional

integrity. Very classy.”

Looking up into Max’s gorgeous face and caring eyes, Randy

couldn’t control his appetite. He took a chance. Standing up on his

toes, he kissed the muscle-god-slash-antiques-dealer full-on. He’d

already met Max’s mouth, but not like this. Randy always considered

kissing the most intimate act in existence. To put his head in

someone’s hands and his tongue in someone’s mouth seemed so

private, he could never kiss in public. Max leaned down as their hot

tongues mingled, only breaking away to say, “Wow.”

“Wow,” Randy repeated. His heart was definitely about to

explode.

Max leaned against the glass case. “You’re a good kisser. That

made me weak in the knees.”

Randy smiled, standing upright and erect. “So are you.”

They stood at the back of the shop, gazing at each other like a

pair of grade-school boys who’d put a tack on the teacher’s chair. They

were in on something, and in on it together. “Oh,” Max said, shaking

his head out of dreamland and back to business. “I still need to write

you a check.”

“That’s right,” Randy recalled.

With a sigh, Max said, “Now, tell me, who should I make it out

to?”

Tricky. After all the encouragement and offers of long-standing

support, Randy really wanted to speed up his transition. First thing