"Thanks. I need a minute for that to kick in. So, uh, why don't you tell me about how, you know, man-sex works?" As soon as I said it I realized it was a stupid question, and (y/n) started laughing again.

"Um, I hate to burst your hetero-bubble, Andy, but it's pretty much the same." What? I must have looked shocked, (y/n) nodded, amused. "You know how you fuck chicks in missionary, or doggy style?" He made little motions with his hands to demonstrate where their hips would be relative to his and I nodded, wondering what it would be like to watch (y/n) bone a woman. He had really defined abs. I bet, if she were bent over, they would really show, especially if they had been going at it a while and he were all sweaty. I bet they would look great slamming into- "Well, you can stick a dick in a man's ass the same way. You know, you have to use lots of lube, preferably warm up with something smaller if you're not a total shithead, and then start slowly. Uh, Andy?"

"Huh?"

"For fuck's sake, haven't you had anal?" Oh, right. I had just been, you know, thinking about it...

"Well, yeah! But guys have prostates and dicks, (y/n)!" And they lacked tits. Fucking bummer. But no point mentioning that, I didn't want to make (y/n) feel bad...

"Ummm... Andy, you don't need to worry about that. I mean, yeah, two guys that are having sex, I mean..." (y/n) kind of hesitated, a little uncomfortable. "Like, if two men are having sex for pleasure, and they want to make sure they both get off, then they would pay attention to that."

"But I'm curious, no one tells me about this stuff, (y/n). I've heard the prostate is supposed to be so amazing, and you get to it through a guy's butt? And what do you do with the other dude's dick if you're fucking them?" (y/n) was blushing furiously as he took a swig from the bottle. I guess he hadn't been expecting me to ask. Well, neither had I. Change of plans.

Hmmm... I had a pretty good buzz and my cheeks were warm. I looked at (y/n) and waited for him to let the cat out of the bag regarding the secrets of man-sex. Bastard had much better sleeves than I did. Figures, (y/n) was a stylish motherfucker. I could totally see him planning ink for months in advance, (y/n) was that kind of guy. Always so put-together. How could a plain black vest, black jeans, and old boots look so fucking flawless? I felt kind of like, envious, maybe.

"You've never, um, had your prostate massaged?" I shook my head. "Oh, well... Yeah, it, uh, everyone is different, some dudes will cum from that alone, some won't, I mean..." he cleared his throat, and I noticed he casually placed a hand over his lap, making me smirk. "Personally, I prefer combining it with getting my dick stroked, the orgasm is so much stronger when you do both, it's like there's a lightning bolt inside your cock. For me, I especially feel it right behind the head, almost by my frenulum. Just this really intense feeling. The prostate makes a lot of your cum, so, I mean, for me anyways, a lot of the time I will shoot a huge load, but it comes out slower, that's why they sometimes call it 'milking the prostate.' Sometimes it's almost this, like, dribble that just goes on and on. Umm..." (y/n) trailed off, licking his lip and then biting it. Sounded cool, I definitely would have to try that.

(y/n) fidgeted a little. It was kind of cute, in a way, I thought, with his cheeks flushed with embarrassment like that. I liked that his cheekbones were kind of soft, but high, they worked really well with his slender face. It was cool how he had really full lips, but the very ends almost seemed to curl up a bit in a natural smile. And, shit, did he ever have really great hair! It was longer than mine by at least six inches, wavy, and it framed his features. "How do you know you're massaging someone's prostate when you're fucking someone, (y/n)?" I shot him an intense look. I wanted him to know why I was asking. (y/n)'s eyes widened and he looked at the floor before adjusting the way he was sitting, making me smile. The rest of the alcohol hadn't hit me completely yet, but soon...

"Um, the man who is topping just has to watch their partner's reactions. If you aim one way, you might hit the bladder, and they'll feel like they need to piss. The other way, they might feel like they need to shit. If the bottom looks like they're really into it, you've hit their prostate." I made up my mind to hit (y/n)'s prostate. I blinked, looking at his lips. They really were so full, really nice, uh, for a dude. Even though I knew he'd never tell anyone, and Juliet was the only one who would ever see it, there wasn't a chance in hell I would stop fucking (y/n) until I'd found his prostate and made that weird penis-lightning for him. I was Andy fucking Biersack, goddammit, and if I was going to have gay man-sex, I was going to be awesome at it! However, I had one last question.

"But what about the dick that's not in the butt?" I had to try and pay attention, this might be crucial. But something was distracting me, pressure- what? Whoa! I totally had a boner! Um... good?

"It depends on position and the people fucking. Some bottoms like to have their dick stroked by the top, some don't. Some bottoms will jerk themselves off. Others don't like their wangs touched at all, they're all about the ass and prostate." (y/n) smiled sheepishly, both hands over his lap, face red like a tomato. He was kind of a pretty dude.

"What do you like, (y/n)?" I smiled rather crookedly at him, amused to find that I really did want to know the answer to that question.

(y/n) quickly averted his eyes, cracking his knuckles and fidgeting. "I told you, man, you don't need to-"

"-(y/n)." I locked eyes with him and raised an eyebrow. He took another swallow of Seagrams. It occurred to me that, regardless of his answer, I was maybe a little curious to touch it at some point...

"I guess it depends on position. But it's pretty awesome when I'm getting fucked and the top can do a little reach-around." I nodded. Good.

"(y/n), I'm drunk. Tell me if I do something wrong or that makes you uncomfortable, ok?" He nodded.

"Yeah, 'course. Same, obviously, Biersack." Inodded before tackling him to the ground, pressing my lips to his, and grippinghis thick hair in my hands.