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Jeremy

His innocencenearly stole my breath.

His absolute trust in me nearly blew my mind.

His humor nearly derailed me as he grinned.

“Yeah, okay.”Slowly I withdrew, almost to the tip.Then I pushed back in.As gently as I could.I repeated this over and over, trying to stave off my orgasm.He was tight.He was dear.He was…perfect.The man I’d waited for my entire life but hadn’t known it.

Marcie would crow in triumph if she saw me now.No, forget that.Not thinking about my sister seeing me balls deep in the man I loved.

“You can go harder.”Phillip grinned.“Because I know you want to.”

Hopefully he’d seen guys go gentle as well when watching porn.Making love was complicated.Done incorrectly, a guy could get hurt.Still, he was asking for more.He was smiling, not wincing.So I’d have to trust he knew what he was doing.

I increased the force of my thrusts.Picked up the pace.Began to chase the orgasm I’d attempted to stave off.I reached between our bodies, snagged his cock, and tugged him to the rhythm I set.I should’ve probably used lube, but when he came all over my hand in just a few tugs, I didn’t have time to worry.

He cried out in fulfillment as he contracted around my cock.After three good thrusts, I followed him over the cliff of pleasure and into the abyss.As the waves of the orgasm ripped through me, I finally dropped onto him.I worried about my weight, but when he wrapped me in his arms, that worry abated.My cock slid out with a sad little pop, and he laughed.I did too.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.“So that’s what all the fuss was about.I wondered.”He chuckled.

“Uh, yes, pretty much.”I pressed a kiss to his neck.“That was fucking amazing.You were spectacular.That was…” I sought the right words.If I said the best of my life, he likely wouldn’t believe me.But it had been.Because I’d never been so connected to another person before.Had never enjoyed this level of intimacy—this level of trust.

“Jeremy?”

“Yes?”I forced my head to move, propping my chin on his sternum so I could meet his gaze.

“Is it always that good?”

“Uh…no.But I bet it will be with you.”

“Wow.”

“Uh…yes.”

“I don’t want to move.”

The sticky wetness of his orgasm was drying, and we’d be stuck together.I needed to remove the condom.Still… “Another minute or two.Then we’ll be good.”

“Okay.”He stroked my hair and then, eventually, scratched my beard.

I moaned in pleasure.

He chuckled.“And we didn’t even wake Wally.”

“Yeah.”I grinned.“Let’s go to Oceanside in the morning.I can get tested, we can have lunch, and then we’ll be back in time for dinner.”

His smile ranked as one of the shyest I’d seen from him.“I’d like that.”

“So would I.Now, we need to get up and maybe showered?Or you can just lie there and I can wash you.”I liked the decadence of that idea.Me taking care of him.

“That sounds amazing.”His eyes drifted shut.

Ah, the old sex-makes-me-sleepy scenario.I eased off him, removed the condom, disposed of it in the trash, and padded to the bathroom.I fixed myself up, then wet a washcloth that I returned to the bedroom with.I cleaned my lover quickly, tossed the cloth into the hamper, and slid into bed.“Why don’t you turn on your side?”

He did, but facing me.“I get to be the big spoon.”He uttered the words without even opening his eyes.

I slid in so I could tuck myself against him.