The Boyfriend

Jamie did everything he could to make it easy for me, to relax me. He
even raised and spread his legs, and did some things with his tongue I
had only imagined might happen some day. I wasn't sure I’d be able to
return the favor, but Jamie never hesitated for a moment. What he did
felt incredible. He also told me later that it was something he truly
enjoyed because he was doing it for my pleasure, not just something he
was doing to make me feel better about things. Maybe, I thought to
myself, one of these days I can return the favor... When he finished,
his slicked fingers helped prepare me even more, and given his hands I
was surprised when he announced he’d inserted a third when I didn’t
even know there was a second, and that we were ready to try.

We took it slow and easy, first with me very carefully easing him into
me by gradually lowering myself onto him. It took forever, we had to
stop and sometimes I had to go up instead of down, but finally I felt
his body under my butt, and I totally relaxed. He thrust up some, but
slowly and carefully. I rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm setting
our pace. Eventually, all the pain ebbed away and we gradually worked
ourselves into the position I really wanted, that all my fantasies
told me was the right way. I lay on my back and looked up at that
handsome face above me, covered with sweat, heard his heavy breathing.
I locked my legs around his neck and pulled him down onto me trying to
make him increase his pace, but he was slow and steady, still afraid
that if he really let go it would hurt me. I felt his sweat dropping
onto my face, and I saw the desperate need in his eyes as they bore
down into me. Then his jaw locked up and a sudden hard, savage thrust
almost split me in half. I know I yelped. I knew what had happened.
And I was in heaven, knowing that I had brought him the deep pleasure
so much different than the pleasure he’d been giving to me so slowly
and steadily for.... I have no idea. It seemed to take forever, but it
still wasn't long enough.

He eased out of me, and I heard a popping sound and suddenly I felt so
empty, and so weak. Slowly he began kissing my body. The he gave me my
second First that night (well, third if you count the kissing... oh,
yeah, and fourth for the way he loosened me up). Jamie could do magic
things with his mouth, and he did as many to me as he could before the
oh-so-short fuse in me went off. He nursed on me until I began to
thrash. Then he collapsed beside me. I lay there content, waiting for
him to just draw close to me and take me in his arms again.

In all the stories I’d ever read, it was always the same; the guy
spoons you, and the two of you drift off into blissful sleep. Deep
sensuous dreams, and a magic morning after. I was ready for it, all of
it.

That's when romance died. I felt this sharp crack across my ass and
heard those hellishly fateful words.

"Dude, that was one awesome hump. What say we hook up?”