“Switch?” He laughed. “Oh no switching.” And as I watched in suspended animation, he rose up on his knees, planted his feet on either side of my body, and in a sight, I’d remember to my last breath as the most erotic thing I ever saw, he fitted the head of my cock to his opening and slowly lowered himself.
My mouth gaped open as my eyes rolled back. He wasn’t much farther than my tip, but the hot, tight squeeze was so far beyond—anything. He was rising an inch and then pressing down like a very slow-moving jackhammer, but each time he got a little farther. Excruciatingly perfect.
And then—pop. Like someone opened a door, in I went, all the way to heaven.
He gasped as I yelled, “Oh God!” Yes, I’d had sex before plenty of times, but nothing had ever been close. Like a perfect fit in my body and my heart. This was Sean, and sex was a whole new thing.
For a second, he stilled and was breathing hard. His eyes were huge.
I grasped his arm. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes. Just, oh God, it’s a lot.” Then like sunrise, he smiled. “I’m not a virgin anymore!”
"No, sweetheart, you’re definitely not.” I reached up to touch his cheek.
With a little laugh, he rose and then carefully lowered himself, rose—“Holy shit! That’s amazing!”
I chuckled. “What is?”
“I just found my prostate!!” He rose again and dropped down, making little noises like, “Oh, oh, oh.”
After that, I couldn’t separate thoughts and feelings because everything was just one huge cloud of heat and joy. Sean went kind of nuts with his new discovery, riding me like his best mustang, and dang, I wanted to yell Yee Haw. Shots of electricity lit up my balls until they throbbed, but my dick was in heaven and never wanted it to end.
But no—such—luck!
One pump too many and my balls exploded, sending a rush of pure pleasure into my dick and up my spine until I felt like I was floating in the freaking stars.
I was just enough on Earth to grasp Sean’s bouncing cock and give it a gentle squeeze and then he was yelling, “Bubbbbbba, I loooove yooou!”
As he collapsed onto my chest, I whispered, “Oh, Sean. I love you too.”
Quite a few minutes later, he murmured, “That was amazing. Let’s do it every day for—” He stopped himself, sighed, and nuzzled against my neck.
I peered down at him. “For?”
Those brown eyes blinked. “Well, I thought forever might sound like too long a contract when you’re twenty. And I am trying to be logical. My parents would be proud. But simply based on my current emotional state?” His smile was shy. “Forever sounds like the appropriate amount of time.”
I sucked in air. The first thought that popped in my mind was why a brilliant person like Sean would want to be with a dummy like me—and then I took a breath. Sean McKinney loved me. I was going to work as hard as I could to make him proud and to show him that our pinky swear to never let anyone else tell us who we were was the second-best decision we ever made—after deciding to love each other.
Sean’s voice in my ear whispered, “Is that okay with you?”
Forever? There was only one thing to say. “Yes.”
Epilogue
One year later
Sean
“Honey, I’m home.”
I looked up from my laptop—the shiny Macbook my folks had bequeathed upon me for my twenty-first birthday—and grinned at the sound of Bubba’s voice. It was our ritual, and it made me smile every time I heard it because he loved saying it so much.
I called, “I’m in here studying.”
He came around the corner into the dining area of our one-bedroom apartment, conveniently provided by my scholarship package. He was glistening and robustly healthy-looking in his sweats, straight from his two early-morning private training sessions. Private training had proved to be a beneficial source of income for us because Bubba could fit it into his mornings when he’d be working out anyway before classes. His teaching skills had improved with every experience, and he was much in demand. I liked to imagine my own metamorphosis had something to do with the clamor for his services.
He kissed me lightly on the lips, then murmured, “Better hurry. We need to meet your folks at their hotel in just a few minutes. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“You’re going to get all sweaty again.”
“I know but have to maintain for the ’rents. Wouldn’t want them thinking your boyfriend is a big smelly jock.” Laughing and stripping clothes as he went, he headed toward the bathroom. I watched him, loving that sassy confidence and blinking against the heat behind my eyes. Who’d have thought? Who’d have ever thought? When I’d made a resolution to lose my viginity and find a boyfriend on that New Year’s Eve that now seemed forever ago, I never imagined the man of my dreams would be Bubba Merkofsky. But apparently, the workings of nature are, indeed, mysterious.
Closing my laptop case and my sentimental mood, I rushed into the bedroom where Bubba had laid out my hiking clothes along with his. I yanked off my PJs and pulled on my excellent Gore-tex hiking pants Bubba had purchased for me at Christmas, along with sturdy socks and a breathable T-shirt. I carried my windbreaker and sturdy boots to the front door to put on at the last minute.
Bubba hurried in, his massive leg muscles rippling in hiking shorts and high boots, and gathered me in his arms for a deep, warm, sweet-smelling kiss. It only took a second for both our penises to decide hiking was a highly overrated activity, but with promises of later, we headed out the door.
An hour and a half later, we stood on a precipice.
“This is quite a challenge but, wow that view!!” My dad sounded winded as we reached the top of the West Bluff Trail at Devil’s Lake State Park near Madison.
We paused to take in the crystal-clear blue sky and the budding green of April in the landscape around us.
“Everyone got their water?” Bubba asked. “Drink up. Even when it’s not that hot, it’s good to stay hydrated. Helps lubricate your joints, which we’re definitely working out today.”
My mom and dad obediently got their water bottles off their daypacks and drank. Bubba stared at me until I did too.
My mom said, “Someone I was talking to at the gym suggested energy drinks for replacing electrolytes.”
Bubba shook his head vehemently, “I’m afraid that’s just hype. Those drinks are no better than soda, full of sugar and no nutrition. Water’s the best choice.”
“Oh, there, you see? I told them I’d check with my son’s boyfriend because he’s studying to be a physical therapist. I’m glad I did.” She chugged her water.
I still had difficulty reconciling the idea that Bubba had become the de facto personal trainer to my entire family. But last fall, my dad had a mild heart attack. It had been terrifying for all of us. I’d never forget the night Bubba and I drove at high speed to Chicago when they admitted him to the hospital. Fortunately, his heart hadn’t suffered much damage, but even with a stent, the doctor warned it could happen again. And the next heart attack could be fatal.
My parents suddenly realized that their entirely cerebral, couch-potato life did, in fact, have disadvantages. My dad asked for Bubba’s advice on how to start exercising, and that was like asking a master chef how to boil eggs.