Page 29 of Out in the Surf

Cal snickered. “Thanks. Now, be serious. This is my first time, and I want to get it right.”

That got me.

I sat up, bracing my weight on my elbow as I leaned in to kiss him. “You can’t get it wrong. It’s not possible. I want you too fucking much. You know that, right?”

He smiled, bit my lip, and kissed it better, pushing his finger deeper inside me. He took his time, alternately tweaking my nipples with his free hand or pausing to jack himself. He was a natural…patient and just the right amount of gentle. And he was slowly making me crazy.

I begged for a second digit…then a third, moaning when he brushed my prostate.

“Please tell me you’re ready now,” he whispered in a low, gravelly tone.

I nodded, lifting my legs in silent invitation. Cal set his left hand on my knee, tapped his sheathed cock at my entrance, and inched his way inside.

We gasped in unison and kept our eyes locked till he bottomed out. It took a few beats for me to adjust to his girth…and not gonna lie, it hurt.

“Don’t move. I need a second,” I panted.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing. Just…kiss me.”

He distracted me from the pain with deep kisses that made my toes curl. And before I knew it, pleasure took over, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

“Fuck, that’s good. Gimme more.”

“Like this?” Cal rocked his hips, slow and steady.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Oh, fuck.” I gripped my cock, jacking myself as he picked up the tempo.

The bed springs squeaked in time with the headboard thumping against the wall. It got progressively louder. Just loud enough to drown out our grunted sighs and the slap of skin on skin. Ah, the sweet sound of sex…it was a symphony all its own, and I fucking loved it.

However, I tried to moderate my enthusiasm to a degree. I mean, this was nowhere near my first rodeo. I’d been with more guys than was polite to admit. Cal hadn’t.

I was his introduction to gay everything, and I was a terrible role model. I wasn’t known for being sensitive, and I didn’t do well with feelings. But I wanted to do better for him. I wanted to make sure I gave more than I took.

So I met him halfway, reading his body and the subtle change in his expression for clues—his strained expression, the vein throbbing at his temple. I could tell he was close, but I was too.

Just when I thought I should warn him, he slowed the pace and rolled us over so I was on top.

“Ride me,” he growled.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, I could do that.

I splayed one hand on his chest and rode him hard, digging my heels against his thighs as I jerked myself to a happy place where want and need collided. I felt my orgasm approach like a runaway freight train.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned.

He beat me to it.

“Fuck,” Cal roared, grabbing my thighs for purchase as he bucked his hips wildly and fell apart.

One more pull on my cock and I was right there with him. Cum spurted over my fist and across his abs. I gasped for air, playfully smearing the mess I’d made.

We laughed for no reason and all the reasons…this felt good.

And so real.