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"I trust you." Tad leaned closer to look in his eyes and handed him the condom. "And I want this."

"Dude, I don't know. Won't that hurt you?" Mark turned the foil wrapper in his hand. "Won't it be gross?"

The porno was still on and some chick was getting corn-holed by a guy with a cock as long as Tad's arm. He gestured to the television. "What about that? She doesn't look like it's hurting her. We can shower afterwards before Mom comes home if it's gross."

Mark looked over his shoulder at the porno and Tad saw his dick twitch. "We can try, I guess." He looked back with his eyebrows drawn together. "Promise you'll tell me if I hurt you."

Tad grinned and scooted closer to the edge of the couch. He opened the tube of lube while Mark struggled to get the condom rolled down his shaft. It didn't look like he'd as much practice as he'd bragged about.

Getting a dollop of lube on two fingers, Tad reached down and slowly swirled the cold gel around his puckered hole. He forced himself to relax,