When Sebastian Walton was sixteen, he got his first kiss from a guy, and that guy was his best friend's older brother, Pablo Rivera. But after the scorching kiss in the Rivera's swimming pool, Pablo acted like nothing happened between them.<br><br>Six years later, Sebastian is close to graduating from college and poised to achieve his dream of going to medical school. During a semester break, he visits his old neighborhood and the Riveras, where openly gay Pablo, now a police officer, is sexier than ever and determined to win Sebastian for good.

Gratefully His

“My first was when I was sixteen,” he said finally.


“Wow, young.” He thought about Pablo kissing him when he was sixteen and he wondered if he would have been ready for something like this then. Sebastian didn’t think so.


“Yeah. An older guy. Someone I worked with after school. I already knew I was gay and we’d both done a bit of flirting. One day we were in the back of the warehouse and we both sort of got carried away. We didn’t have lube or condoms and it was pretty awkward and messy.”


Sebastian wrinkled his nose. “Doesn’t sound so great.”


Pablo chuckled. “No, it wasn’t. Luckily I tried it again and it got better. How about you, squirt? When was your first time?”


“Squirt?” Sebastian straightened indignantly and glared down at the man in the dark. “Who you calling squirt?”


Pablo laughed. “Kitty has claws. I like squirt, though. It suits you, being so cute and all.”


Chapter 7