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"What the hell was that?!?", Connor asked after regaining his composure.
"That was another gay guy hitting on us", I responded with a smirk.
Connor wore a face of complete disbelief. "Wait, both of us, seriously?"
"As I have told you before, you are just as good looking as I am."
"Huh, I guess I never realized that would happen."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, when you start to put yourself out there it's amazing the people you meet."
Connor looked back at me with love in his eyes. "Like you?"
"Yeah, like me."
We then joined the line of soaking teenagers waiting to enter a gondola to return to the security of the buses. Again, by some miracle, when it was our turn we ended up with a gondola all to ourselves. As the doors closed behind us and the engine started to rumble, we held onto each other in perfect bliss.
A Marching Band Story Chapter 7
Since the Calgary Stampede parade was scheduled for the next evening, the directors had decided that the day was going to be an easy one of fun and relaxation for the students. So, after our excursion to Banff, the rest of the day was planned as a free exploration of downtown Calgary.
Once Connor and I exited the gondola, we decided that we weren't exactly ready to socialize quite yet. We resumed our positions on the secluded Bus 3 and settled down for the long ride to Calgary. Connor's head never left my shoulder and our hands remained interlocked. We stayed like that for quite some time until the director of our bus announced that we would be entering Calgary soon and we should get ready for our day on the town.
Connor reluctantly removed his head from its resting position and looked at me with morose melancholy in his eyes. "So, what happens next? I mean, I'm not so naive to think that we will be able to spend all of our time completely alone together."
"You're right, Connor", I said to him with a pensive sigh. "It would be rather suspicious if neither of us made an appearance for our friends."
"So", he retorted, "what do we do?"
I took a moment to examine the possibilities. "Well, I mean, I suppose what we should do is rejoin our friends for the rest of the afternoon. That seems to be the way to avoid any unwanted inquisitions."
Connor looked at me with his best puppy dog eyes, the saccharine sadness practically dripping from his voice. "But I'm not ready to leave you yet!"
"I know, I know, but.... there actually might be a way to get around this", I said as a half-formed idea suddenly took shape in my brain.
He looked back at me curiously. "How so?"
"Well, as long as we are seen with a group of people, it shouldn't really matter whether we are apart, right?" The situation had immediately become crystal clear, the plan fully formed in my mind. "So, what if one of us joins the other's friend group along with them, that way we are seen with other people and there is no longer any mystery."
"That.... well, that could actually work!", Connor exclaimed with surprised happiness. "But, whose friend group are we going to join, and how are we going to, you know, cover up all of this?", he said while gesturing ambiguously to the two of us.
"Well, [David Fid1] we could join all of my senior friends, if you want, but I think it would be a lot more believable if I tagged along with you and your friends", I explained quickly. "I mean, I have a reputation of hanging out with others, not just my friends, and I already kind of know your friends, several of them are even in my section. As for this", I said, gesturing vaguely just as my boyfriend had, "we'll just have to hide it."
My young lover shot me a look brimming with skepticism. "Hide it? You do know what you're asking us to do, right? I mean, we are still in the first 24 hours of our relationship, and you want us to try and hide all of our love and affection?"
I gazed back at him with assurance. "I know it will be difficult, but not impossible. Yes, it will take some hard work, but I actually think it will be good to be with other people, not just the two of us, you know?"
Connor sighed forlornly. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but I can't promise that I will be able to conceal everything", he said while giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
"So, I will be doing the majority of the work, as always," I said, smirking back at his adorable face.
Connor hit me playfully. "Hey! I do some work!"
"Sure," I replied with extra sarcasm, "sure you do."
With that, we made our way off the bus, ready to rejoin the world. Only, we had forgotten one thing: Kyle. As we exited Bus 3, Connor's friends, including Kyle, emerged from Bus 2.
Connor reflexively grabbed my hand in a moment of panic and whispered in my ear. "Oh no, what do we do about Kyle?!?"
I smiled back at him, squeezing his hand lightly before letting go. "It's going to be fine, babe, just leave it to me."
We made a beeline towards Connor's friends, much to the surprise of Kyle. Alice was the first to speak up. "Well, where the hell have you two been? We haven't seen either of you all morning!"
I responded hastily, forming the words as soon as I thought of them. "Ah, yeah, well, I had breakfast with Connor earlier at the hotel, and I realized he wasn't feeling too well. So, I took him to the nurse and she decided it would be best if he didn't go up the mountain. I stayed with him all morning to make sure he was okay, you know, as a good section leader does."
Both Kyle and Connor stared at me, clearly impressed with my quick thinking, but Alice replied almost as quickly. "Oh, well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better, Connor. We were just discussing where we want to go first, if you two want to join us?"
"That would be great!", I responded while briefly glancing at Kyle.
Kyle finally took this as his cue and immediately interjected. "Oh, well, umm, you know, I kind of wanted to spend some time with my basketball friends, if that's okay?"
A look of puzzled bewilderment crossed the faces of each of Connor and Kyle's friends, but Zella was the first to respond this time. "Umm, sure, I guess that's okay."
"Awesome! Cool, I will leave you guys to it then", Kyle stated as he made his hurried retreat. I gave Kyle a quick nod of thanks and readdressed the group, bringing the attention off the awkwardness that had just occurred. "So, where should we go first?"
We then embarked upon our journey of exploring downtown Calgary, soaking up all the culture the city had to offer. We explored storefronts, everything from hipster clothing outlets to cabin-themed gift shops, and, surprisingly, Connor and I were integrating well with his friends. We joked, we laughed, and we smiled a lot at each other, but, for the most part, I felt that we hid our connection rather well. At about 4:00 PM or so, we all realized we were hungry, and as luck would have it, we had just stopped in front of a mom-and-pop-style diner. We promptly entered and took our seats.
After we put in our drink orders, Zella was the first to address the elephant in the room. "So, do you two want to tell us why you're so close after just spending one morning together?", she questioned with a curious glint in her eye.
Connor stammered out a reply, of sorts. "Oh, uh, well, you see, it's not what you th--"
"What Connor means to say," I interrupted smoothly, "is that we share similar career aspirations. We both want to become teachers, so I am telling him as much as I can about what I know about being an educator."
Zella was once again quick to respond. "Oh really! Connor, I had no idea you wanted to be a teacher!"
"Well, yeah, actually it's been something I've just recently gotten into, and Jarrod has been helping me understand what a career in education might look like," Connor replied, finally regaining his verbal footing. "So, I guess that's why you could say we hit it off so quickly, and besides, after that we found out we have a lot in common too."
"Hmm, well, I'm glad to see you two become friends!", Zella exclaimed with just a hint of her former skepticism lingering behind.
Before Zella got the chance to press us for more information, her best friend Alice had already become bored with the conversation and was ready to move on. "Anyways, what we were talking about before you two showed up was when we all thought Kyle would ask Zella out!"
As crazy as the prospect might have sounded, Kyle and Zella's budding relationship was something that hadn't escaped my notice. Zella, Alice, and Kyle are all members of my section, my very first group of rookies. They had been playing the same instrument all throughout middle school and into high school, so they were bound to be a close-knit group of friends. Somewhere along the way, Connor had found himself as part of this group, but the core still remained with these three.
Connor, despite all of his wit, was dumbstruck by Alice's comment. "Wait, Kyle likes you, Zella?!? Like, like-likes you?"
"Of course!", I answered, chuckling at my boyfriend's astonishment. "Isn't it obvious?"
Zella blushed, her cheeks touched with a deep shade of red. "Well, I mean, I guess he is always extra nice to me and is always wanting to talk with me, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's into me."
"And that wasn't necessarily a denial of you being into him!", Connor retorted, quickly returning to the sharp facetiousness that I loved him for. "In all seriousness, Kyle is a great guy. I think you two would be great together!"
Zella once again looked quizzically at Connor. "So, you and Kyle never talked about his interest in me, huh?"
"Oh, uh", Connor struggled for the words, "well, I guess Kyle and I don't really talk about relationship stuff, it just.... never comes up."
Alice once again came to the rescue, bringing the attention away from Connor. "Well, if Kyle and Zella do get together, that would only leave Connor as the last single one of the group!"
Zella smiled. "Yeah, that is true. Hey, how is your girlfriend doing with you being away for a week, Alice?"
If I thought Connor was at a loss for words before, he was truly flabbergasted by the revelation of Alice's girlfriend. "Wha--, who--, ho--, umm, bu--, wai--, y-y-you have a girlfriend?!?"
"Yeah, why, is that going to be a problem?", Alice asked, the steel in her voice painfully obvious.
Connor couldn't get his response out fast enough. "No no no no no! It's actually amazing! I had absolutely no idea you liked girls, so while I'm surprised, I'm also extremely happy for you!"
"Yeah, well, I guess it is pretty great", Alice smirked. "We just made our relationship official before the trip, and if you actually spent any time with us, Connor, you would have known by now that I have a girlfriend."
It was Connor's turn to blush. "Yeah, umm, well, I haven't been feeling well lately, so there's that, but I think it is absolutely wonderful that you've found someone you love!"
After that, Connor seemed to finally relax. Up to that point, I could feel a general hesitation in Connor's demeanor and attitude. Sure, he did his best to feign having fun with his friends all afternoon, but I couldn't help but notice the carefully constructed smile and too-perfect laugh. It was then that I realized that Connor wasn't only worried about not being able to hide our relationship in front of his friends, he was also worried about reverting to his old caricature. With me, he was able to be his whole self without fear of being judged, unapologetically so. But with his friends, Connor anticipated that he would have to step back into the role he spent years creating, a role he was realizing no longer fit him.
After we put in our orders for food and began to talk about the excitement of the parade, I ever so skillfully weaved my hand into his below the table, and to my surprise, Connor wasn't startled. He gave me a quick look, not one of fear or annoyance, but of appreciation. For the rest of the afternoon, Connor and I were able to reclaim some of our connection while still fooling his friends, and that was more than I ever could have asked for.
The dinner we had was delicious, and after an hour or so of conversation, it was time to head back to the buses. We slowly retraced our way through the shops and streets, and eventually, Connor and I found ourselves in the back of our procession, just out of earshot of the others.
"Hey, so, you were right, I really needed this", Connor said softly with an earnest gaze.
Without prying further, I responded with as much love as I could convey with words and intonation alone. "I might've suggested this, but you're the one who was courageous enough to take the leap, and you're the one who was brave enough to be yourself, if only for a glimpse."
Connor smiled back at me, and the fact that I couldn't wrap him in a loving embrace right then became excruciatingly apparent. "Hey, I was thinking that maybe it's time to go back to our original buses[David Fid2] ?"
Even though I smiled back at my young lover, I was overcome by melancholy. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea", I responded with a grudging agreement. "While I would absolutely love to spend every waking hour with you, if we are going to maintain a healthy romantic and intimate relationship, we need to learn how to be apart."
"I was really hoping you would disagree with me", Connor replied with a wistful smirk, "but, you're right. We need to spend at least some time without each other, however painful that may be."
"Well, I guess you should go on ahead with your friends. Just tell them that I met up with my friends and they wanted me to go with them to one last shop before we have to leave." I paused for a moment before continuing. "You know, there's a high likelihood that Kyle is going to be on the bus with everyone else, right?"
A look of panic briefly passed over my young lover's face, followed by one of determination. "Yeah, I guess I hadn't thought of that, but I think I need to try and face my fears. I can't run away from him forever."
"Your maturity never ceases to amaze me, Connor." I wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace as the pillowy softness of his lips met my own. I didn't want it to end, but it was over in a heartbeat. He smiled, waved at me, and then we were separated, by ourselves once again.
I had some time until the buses had to absolutely leave, something like 10 or 15 minutes, an opportunity I took to wander the streets with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. It was about 5:30 PM, the sky was painted in soft hues of indigo, orange, and crimson, and a soft summer breeze made for a comfortableness that was in stark contrast to the environment of my mind.
Tonight was everything I had ever dreamed of having. I had found a group of people with whom I could laugh too loudly, talk too long, and be myself. While Connor's friends might not know officially that I am gay, it was the closest to being myself that I had ever been, and I experienced that all alongside a boyfriend I loved deeply. After years of searching for love and finding nothing but meaningless sex, I had finally found someone with whom I would be willing to spend the rest of my life. I know it was probably an incredibly naive thought, but I could think of no one else on the entire earth to be as perfect as Connor.
The only catch was that in two months I would be starting the next chapter of my life, a chapter that didn't have much room for a long-distance relationship with a high schooler. College was right around the corner, and it terrified me to my core. On top of that fear, just when I had found someone who I truly loved, a real relationship with him seemed unlikely. I also had yet to reach a level of comfortability with my sexuality that I could come out to my family, and now I was seriously contemplating having a full-blown intimate gay relationship. This amazing day had put into perspective for me just how much I was not ready for, and I didn't know what to do next. Connor, despite being exceptionally mature for his age, is only 15, and this is something I definitely did not want to burden an adolescent boy with.
I was spiraling in my existential thoughts, unsure of life itself when a text saved me, pulled me from overwhelming darkness.
I miss you, Connor texted.
I couldn't help but smile at those words. You know, it's only been like 5 minutes, right?
So what, I'm not allowed to miss you after 5 minutes?, Connor replied, his smirk visible in my mind.
I chuckled as I typed out my response. I didn't say that, I just think it's cute that you can't stand to be apart from me
Yeah, `cause I'm the only one in this relationship that's lovesick
At that point, I was probably grinning like a fool at my screen. I suppose I miss you too
How come your arrogant sarcasm only manages to make you that much more irresistible, Connor texted back with what I imagined was an incredibly cute sigh of exasperation.
The world may never know.
I hesitated with my next text, unsure of whether to continue. But Connor is my boyfriend, and he is going to be here for me for better or for worse.
Hey, so, I know I said that we should worry about everything after the trip, but I couldn't help but realize that we only have a couple of days left, and I don't know, how are you feeling about us? I just, I don't want this to end, and I may or may not be freaking out a little bit.
I waited with bated breath as I watched those annoying little dots disappear and reappear from the screen as my young lover typed out a response.
Hey babe, it's okay. I can tell that you're more than a little anxious right now, so just take a couple of deep breaths.
I did as I was instructed, trying to calm down as Connor typed his next response.
At this point, I have NEVER thought about ending this after the trip. I know it will be difficult with college and everything, but I am willing to make this work, full stop. I love you so much, and I have a hard time believing I will find what we have in someone else. You are my boyfriend, and I don't think I can live any other way.
I stood there in the twilight rereading those words over and over, a hot stream of tears carving a path on my face.
And I thought I was the one who was supposed to comfort you, I am older you know, I replied chuckling to myself, wiping the last of the tears from my now flushed cheeks.
Connor was quick to reply. I might be younger than you, but it's still my job as your boyfriend to support you. Besides, you've already done so much for me, it feels nice to be there for you.
I love you, I texted back.
I love you too
At that moment, by some miracle, my senior friends found me. I'm not entirely sure why they weren't on the buses yet, but nevertheless, they intercepted me, and we all walked back to the buses. They of course asked me where I had been,[David Fid3] but after offering the simple explanation of hanging out with my section, they were satisfied, and we continued on as if I had never left. Despite the culture shock of returning to my own friends, I couldn't help but be in a good mood; I have a boyfriend who loves me.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet and uneventful. I caught up with all of my friends and we simply enjoyed each other's company as we talked about nothing in particular. When we were nearing the end of our ride, the band director on our bus made the announcements for tomorrow's parade at Calgary. Most of us only half-listened, tired and content from the day's excursions and events. Once we arrived, we all shuffled off the bus and made our way to our rooms. I turned the corner towards my door, and much to my surprise and pleasure my eyes were met with a bright and familiar pair, a trademark smirk plastered on his face.
"Connor", I said with as much warmth and conviction as I have ever said anything.
"Jarrod", Connor replied while slowly walking towards me.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and brushed my thumb against the softness of his cheek. We kissed for the first time in hours, and I lost myself in his embrace. He brushed his tongue across my teeth asking for entrance, and I quickly complied. It was passionate if a little sloppy, our tongues dancing together in bliss as our hands caressed our most intimate areas. We soon had to come up for air, and upon releasing his lips I simply held onto Connor, gazing into his brilliant eyes.
I was the first to speak. "What are you doing here?"
"Well", Connor replied with a little embarrassment, "after that text, I had a feeling that you might need me, so I just came. I explained to my roommates that I started to feel bad, so the directors placed me in my own room so that they didn't catch whatever I had."
I looked down to where Connor was waiting by my room door and saw that he had packed a small bag. "Wow, that was some pretty quick thinking." I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "I promise that I'm doing better, especially now that you're here", I paused to give Connor a quick peck on the lips. "I really appreciated your words. Usually, I'm a little more composed and comfortable with my feelings, but after you left I guess I had just a little too much space and time with my thoughts for my own good. So, thank you for being the best boyfriend I could ever possibly ask for."
Connor beamed back at me, and at that moment I knew that I was the luckiest man alive. I wrapped my boyfriend in yet another embrace, holding him tightly while our lips met. It felt as if diving deep underwater, completely encompassed by Connor's love. No sight nor sound could ever wake me up from this perfect dream. We stayed like that for some time, making out in the middle of the hall as if our lives depended on it. But we both could feel that we wanted more, our bodies moving against each other, yearning for intimate contact.
"I think we should take this inside", I said mischievously--longingly--as I took his hand in mine to lead him back to my door.
We picked up his stuff and entered my room, only to throw it all on the floor as we began to make out again with lust-driven passion. I kissed Connor with every ounce of my being. Connor grabbed the back of my shirt with a tight fist, pressing us so close together that I could feel the thunderous beat of his heart. Connor's lips were rough and insistent against mine, and I returned his energy with thorough desperation. Connor pushed me back onto my bed, quickly jumping on top of me, taking the dominant position. The entire weight of his body pressed down on me, securing me, comforting me, making me feel as if nothing wrong could ever happen as long as he is here. Connor's tongue licks into my mouth as I shudder into him. My hands move to wrap around the back of his neck, anchoring me as feelings of relief and pleasure wash over me. Connor's hands begin to wander, caressing my arms and finally landing at my abdomen, pushing up the hem of my shirt so he could feel my bare skin. I arch into his touch.
Connor takes this as an invitation to remove his borrowed shirt, stripping it off in one swift motion to reveal his toned physique, the color of liquid bronze, his musk wafting over me, sending me into intoxicated bliss. He then rips my shirt off in an act of desperate lust, smiling down at me, admiring his boyfriend just as I admire him.
I take this moment to confirm with Connor. "Is this okay? I mean, it's obvious we both want this, but are we moving too fast?"
"No", he responds immediately with a growl in his voice that sends another wave of shudders through my body. "There is nothing else I would imagine doing right now than being here with you.
I smirk as I bring him down, the bare nakedness of our torsos meeting as we kiss once more. Connor is pure fire and passion, kissing me fiercely as he presses ever harder into me. My body practically liquified as his tongue licked against mine, my hands reaching to cup his ass through his jeans as he uttered a guttural sound deep in his throat. His hands started to move from the bottom of my abdomen up towards my nipples, and I gasped sharply as he brushed a spot just north of my ribcage.
We paused our kissing and Connor looked back at me, his eyes wide and dark. "Here?", he asked.
All I could do was whimper and nod, which was all the invitation Connor needed. He quickly bent down to gently kiss me there, then slide his tongue over that spot before tenderly biting down. I became lightheaded. I was suddenly aware of the dampness of my underwear. I didn't even know I could produce that much precum. In a quick and sudden motion, Connor's mouth jumped to attack my nipple, his hand roughly massaging the other, just this side of too forceful. My body was streaming with pleasure; it was thrumming, stretching through me. As Connor sucked on my nipple, I noticed the thrusting motion of his hips as his bulge pressed against my own.
"Hey", I said, reluctant to halt his oral assault, my voice weak from the strain of pleasure, "do you maybe want to take off the rest of our clothes?"
Connor nodded, and we disentangled ourselves. We got off the bed, and as I stood up Connor went to kneel, his hands clasped at my waist. He slowly thumbed the waistband of my jeans until his hands were met with the button. He slowly, sensually unbuttoned my pants and undid the zipper, his eyes marveling at the considerable wet spot now visible on my boxer briefs. He then slid my jeans down my legs, helping me remove them along with my socks. His attention returned to my underwear, barely able to contain my erect cock. Instead of going slowly this time, Connor pulled down my last remaining article of clothing in one fluid motion, and quickly placed a tender kiss on the throbbing head of my cock, causing me to shake with pleasure and inhale so sharply that I couldn't possibly take in any more air.
I looked down into the eyes of my young lover and smiled, overwhelmed with affection. "I thought you didn't have any experience with sex."
Connor looked back at me, his cheeks slightly flushed. `"I don't, I just... I don't know. With you, I just know what to do. Being with you feels... right."
Connor slowly stood up and I wrapped him in a warm embrace. This kiss was more gentle, one of love and compassion. Connor's hand almost immediately wrapped around my member, softly and slowly stroking it in a way that only the most intimate of lovers could do. I slowly turned us around so that Connor's back was now facing the bed. It was my turn to undress my boyfriend, so I knelt down, admiring his bulge before beginning to remove his jeans. The pair he borrowed from me fit well, but not perfectly, the band of his underwear clearly visible above where his pants lay on his body. I unzipped and unbuttoned them, and then I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear, removing everything all at once.
His cock seemed even more beautiful than it did that morning. He too had leaked a large amount of precum, and his head was flushed a dark pink. I could see his cock throb in time with his heartbeat, and the scent of his musk washed over me. His balls hung low, indicative of his erotic situation. From my kneeling position, I pushed Connor back into a sitting position on the bed. I took one last moment to admire his cock, my hand comfortably wrapping around his length, causing Connor to gasp. I then placed a kiss on his head, introducing my tongue, making slow, wet circles around his piss slit. Connor shook with pleasure, wrapping his hands in my hair to steady himself. With one hand on his inner thigh and the other around the base of his dick, I slowly let more of his member enter into my warm, cavernous mouth. This was not my first blowjob by any means, but I savored every moment as if it was. My nose soon reached the base of his pubes as I deepthroated him, inhaling deeply. I could feel Connor's legs tense and his hands [David Fid4] grip tighten on my hair, his body unfamiliar with this level of pleasure. I then let his cock slip out from my mouth, giving Connor a short break before engulfing his entire length once more, causing Connor to let out a high-pitched moan.
I then slowly introduced a rhythm to my sucking, bobbing up and down while slowly swirling my tongue all around his shaft. Connor arched his back, his spine melting with what I could only imagine was a scalding pleasure. I continued, occasionally grunting rich and low as I felt Connor squirm under my touch, contrasting with the quiet, light sounds he made as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I slowly released his cock from my mouth, dragging my tongue up the entire length of his shaft as his body shook.
I kissed Connor's inner thigh. "Babe, you can't cum yet."
I licked his balls as Connor let out an anguished whimper. One at a time, I sucked each of his balls into my mouth, while my hand grasped his cock, never neglecting to give it attention. Connor's eyes squeezed shut, and soon my hands and tongue traded places, the familiar warmth and taste of his member returning to my lips while my hands played with his balls. Connor was trying his best to keep his body from spasming, a hard task as the blossoming warmth of an eventual orgasm was spreading over him.
"Jarrod."
"One more minute", I said while taking a breath.
"I can't--"
"Focus, Connor".
It must have been that last command that sent him over the edge, the pleasure rushing over him like an unstoppable river. After the first five shots of cum hit the back of my throat, I stopped counting and simply focused on swallowing every last drop of him, the taste indescribable. Connor laid back on the bed for several long moments, his mind ravaged with feelings of ecstasy, not entirely himself. After letting my boyfriend cool down for a moment, I laid beside him on the bed, his body fitting into mine like pieces of a perfect puzzle.
He looked up at me from his resting place on my chest. "So, that was... fucking amazing", he smiled contentedly with blissful comfortability. "There are probably no words to describe what I just felt. But, what do we do now?", he asked, taking my semi-erect member in his hands.
"That is a great question", I replied, a mischievous twinkle in my eye. `Logically, the next step after a blowjob would probably be full-blown fucking...", I trailed off.
Connor returned my enthusiastic sarcasm. "Well, if you say so, I guess we could fuck, I mean, that is what boyfriends do, isn't it."
"Yes, I suppose it is what boyfriends do", I chuckled, gazing into his brilliant eyes.
Connor's demeanor subtly changed, a look of stifled embarrassment crossing his face. "Umm, Jarrod, how do we, umm, you know, figure out... who's fucking who?"
I laughed heartily, holding my boyfriend tight. "Are you asking me who is going to be the bottom and who is going to be the top?" I laughed again as Connor's face turned a deep shade of red. "Don't be embarrassed", I assured him while giving him a gentle, quick kiss, "it's a fair question. Generally speaking, I usually identify as a bottom. I have experiences with both giving and receiving, but I tend to enjoy getting fucked more than fucking."
Connor's face brightened, but his eyes still held an awkward look. "Well, that's actually kind of perfect, `cause I was maybe thinking about asking to, you know, be on top. I have no experience with sex, but I guess I always envisioned myself as being on top. Is that weird, or selfish?"
"No, absolutely not", I responded emphatically. "Having preferences for sex does not make you selfish. You just know what you want and that's okay. I also know what I want, and it seems like our preferences line up perfectly."
He climbed on top of me, the entirety of our nakedness pressed against each other. Connor kissed me with renewed passion, our teeth grazing roughly as his tongue forced its way into my mouth.
"I love you", he said while pulling away, gazing down at me with a mixture of lust and love I never thought I would ever see reflected back at me in a partner
"Before we actually, fuck, we should probably do a little prep", I said gently pushing Connor off of me.
"Prep?", Connor asked with a quizzical look on his face. "What do we need to prep?"
I smiled back at him as I made my way off the bed and over to my suitcase. "Well, as the more experienced one in this relationship, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you to wear a condom."
Connor blushed back at me, clearly embarrassed by his apparent naivety. "Yeah, I should have realized that one. So what, you just carry extra condoms with you?"
"Of course, any responsible sexually engaged individual should. I also brought some lube, which will be very helpful with the whole anal sex thing."
"You brought lube?", Connor exclaimed, "So, I can understand the condoms, but lube? Wasn't that a bit of wishful thinking on your part?"
It was my turn to blush. It was true that I had gone into this trip hoping against all hope that I would end up having sex with Connor, but little did I know that it would actually happen. "Umm, well, you see, I didn't know what was going to happen, nor did I have any expectations, I guess I just wanted to be prepared?"
Connor smirked at me, and then pulled me back onto the bed into yet another passionate embrace, kissing me tenderly. "So, since I'm the `inexperienced' one, you want to tell me how to do this?"
I then instructed Connor how to put on a condom by demonstrating it on myself, and once he seemed comfortable with the idea we moved on to the lube. I assumed a position on my hands and knees on the bed while Connor knelt behind me, lube in hand. I had Connor apply a small amount to his hand as well as a small amount to my asshole and he began his work. He didn't seem disgusted or uncomfortable, but rather curious and intentional.
The pad of Connor's thumb glided easily over my entrance, causing me to shudder with anticipation. His thumb began to make small, intense circles, occasionally tapping at it, applying a light pressure against the rim. I told Connor I was ready, and his index finger sank into me like a rock into water. I had to hold back a scream, my walls clamped around him, welcoming him, begging him for more.
"Fuck", Connor grunted, mesmerized by my spasming entrance, "you are so tight and warm."
Connor quickly inserted another finger, and my body suddenly no longer belonged to me, transformed into pure energy of high peaks and low valleys. Connor began to spread his fingers, curling them, searching the new uncharted territory, causing my bones to liquify. I didn't even register when he added a third finger, simply content with the pleasure. Connor soon removed his fingers from my ass and rolled on his condom, his now erect cock recovered from his earlier orgasm. He nudged the head against my opening, and... fuck.
There are no words to describe my feeling in that moment. The fullness of his cock entering me for the first time was like nothing I ever experienced. There was a little pain, as there always is at first, but that soon gave way to uninhibited euphoria. Connor attempted a slow thrust, and the friction was incredible, causing my entire body to pulsate. My insides opened to him, pulling Connor until his balls hit my ass, his dick completely submerged in me, making me feel filled, sealed, perfect. Connor made another small thrust, and I could feel his cock twitch inside me, like a drum. Connor pulled all the way out, pushed back in, and we were suddenly fucking. What started out as tentative thrusts became investigative which turned into lightspeed. His hands gripped my hips for support, anchoring me as he piled in, and in, and in again, rubbing inside me, against me, forcing pleasure to vibrate up my spine. Connor was eager, a little clumsy, losing control and slipping out every so often, having to nudge his cock back inside, but that just added to the experience. The pleasure was dumbfounding, the feeling so right. Connor started to pump faster, harder, and I could feel his orgasm start to soar. Connor let out an impossibly loud moan as I felt him fill me up with his essence, which was just enough to push me over the edge. As I plastered the bedsheets with my cum, Connor began to slow down his thrusts, timing them with every new load shot deep inside of me.
We collapsed, one on top of the other, completely spent emotionally and physically. Connor took off his condom, threw it on the floor somewhere, and curled up beside me. We soon fell into a deep and blissful sleep, our beings forever connected, our lives forever changed.
Hello everyone,
I want to begin my short letter to my readers as I usually do: with an apology. But, I want this apology to be different.
For those of you who have been with me for a while, you know that it usually takes me some time to write the next chapter, but I never wanted that time to be this long. Many of you also know that I am a college student, and as such I lead a very busy life. Unfortunately, so many different things kept taking priority over my writing which forced me to put it off for too long, and I am sorry. As I have said before, I am committed to seeing the completion of this story, and I plan on keeping to that goal, it just might take me more time than I had hoped. Words cannot describe how grateful I am for your patience and continued support, so thank you. That was all I planned to say on the absurdly long wait time, but feel free to reach out with any more questions or concerns.
Because it took so long for me to write this chapter, I wanted to reward you with both an extra-long and a more intensely intimate scene, so I hope you all thoroughly enjoyed those. I put a lot of time and effort into writing this one just so that I could make it up to you all.
My life, for the moment, is going okay. It is incredibly busy, but going well. As always, if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or complaints, do not hesitate to reach out; I love hearing from readers, and your motivation and encouragement keep me writing!
Thanks, Jake