I woke up at seven in the morning the next day to Carson snoring loudly. He was lying flat on his back, and though I wished I was still asleep, I didn’t want to wake him up. I thought back to the night before, when he popped my cherry. More than the feeling of pleasure I’d felt, I more cherished how safe I felt with him. He hadn’t taken control of me, but rather lead me through everything, reassuring me at every step. He pushed me out of my comfort zone, holding my hand the whole way. Plus, he pushed into my comfort zone, too, which felt amazing.
Since I was up, I decided to surprise him with a morning surprise. In my experience, it’s been a surprise that every man I’ve ever slept with has appreciated, and in many cases it’s what kept them coming back for more. They wake up, and the first thing they see is me bringing them pleasure. Really, it’s all men want first thing in the morning — the perfect wake-up call. That’s right — I got him donuts.
Getting out of bed, I immediately noticed how sore my ass was. I felt like I was waddling around like a penguin. The feeling was hard to describe — even though he was asleep in the other room, snoring away, it almost still felt like he was in me.
I took Carson’s truck to the local donut shop. Though we’d never gotten donuts together, I knew Carson liked the strawberry frosted ones the most. I, on the other hand, was a total slut for a chocolate glazed. I got a half dozen assorted donuts and headed back to Carson’s.
I walked in the kitchen and started brewing some coffee. As I prepared, Carson walked into the kitchen in his briefs. “Good morning,” I said, pouring him a fresh cup.
“Morning,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t like waking up to an empty bed.”
“Well, look what I got,” I said, and grabbed the box of donuts from where I was hiding them.
“No fucking way,” Carson said, laughing. “You’re a genius.”
“I got your favorite, strawberry frosted,” I said.
“Babe, you didn’t have to do that,” he said. “You’re too sweet.”
“Hey, I was hungry, it wasn’t all about you,” I said, grabbing one of my chocolate donuts.
“Thank you,” he said, and kissed me with a mouthful of food. We sat at his counter. His kitchen was beautiful, as expected of a custom home builder. The kitchen had grey marble countertops speckled with streaks of black rock and gold flakes, and white cabinets. The island was large, and had six bar stools, enough room to host a whole breakfast party. It seemed remarkably clean, too — Carson was a tidy guy.
“What do you have going on later today?” I asked.
“I have rugby practice,” he said. “We meet on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays.”
“Wow, that’s a lot,” I said.
“Keeps me active,” Carson said. “And it’s a good group of guys. You have any plans?”
“Probably just relaxing,” I said. “I’m a little sore from last night.”
Carson chuckled. “I had a lot of fun,” he said, scarfing down a bite of donut. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I was pretty nervous going in,” I admitted, “But it was awesome. I had fun, too.”
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad.”
We talked a bit more and finished off the whole box of donuts. Then Carson had to go to practice, so he got dressed and drove me home. He walked me to my door and kissed me goodbye, and I watched him drive away. I hear about other people’s first time bottoming stories sometimes and they say that it was awkward, or didn’t go right, or was just okay. In that moment, I stopped to appreciate how kind and loving Carson was to me and my body. It had been nothing less than perfect.
The rest of the day was a wash. I had exhausted myself the day before with all of my excitement, and my legs were still feeling sore and weird throughout the day. Before bed, I almost didn’t shower because I was afraid the feel of Carson on my skin would wash away. After I did, though, I realized I had nothing to worry about. Carson had texted me while I was in the shower. “Thanks again for the great time last night and always. It’s been really special. :*” His love wasn’t just on my skin, but in my heart.
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Monday was largely uneventful. Carson was vocal about how he hated Mondays. He said that he always felt like the least got done on job sites on Mondays because everyone was still waking up from the weekend. I was always low energy on Mondays, too. The one bright side was working next to Carson all day — being near his body put a bit more energy into me.
Carson seemed pretty defeated at the end of that day, and I was feeling a bit horny. I got off work and went home and showered, and prepared for sex, too. I didn’t bother Carson, but my soreness had completely worn off, and I was eager to take him again.
After preparing, I laid on my bed naked and decided to call him, hoping he was in the mood. I video chatted him, and he picked up. “What’s up, babe?” he said, sounding a bit tired.
“Nothing, just checking on you,” I said. “I wanted to hear your voice.”
I saw Carson smile softly. “Well, I’m always happy to hear from you. Just been a long day.”
“Did anything happen?”
“They just thought they ordered the wrong cabinets for a kitchen at a site, so I had to go over there and help them figure it out,” Carson said. “I’m only now headed home.”
“Oh, that sucks,” I said. “I wish I could help make your day better.”
“Just hearing from you makes it better,” he said. “And seeing your cute face. Did you just get out of the shower?” He said, noticing my wet hair and bare chest.
“Yeah, I did,” I said. “Just haven’t put clothes on yet.”
“Oh?” Carson said, a little intrigued. I panned my phone up and showed him me lying naked on my bed. I wiggled my ass a bit, poking it up.
“I just can’t decide what to wear,” I said cheekily.
“I think you look great just like that,” he said.
“Yeah?” I said and brought the camera back up to my face. “Well, I should probably get dressed.”
“Let’s not be hasty now,” Carson said, smiling. “Do you want me to come over?”
“If you want,” I said. “Though I know you’ve had a long day.”
“Maybe it can be a little longer,” he said. “I’ll be there in ten.”
“See you soon,” I said, and hung up. I quickly cleaned up my apartment as best I could, which mostly involved shoving dirty clothes into my closet. I heard a knock on my door, wrapped myself in a towel, and went to answer it.
“Hey,” I said, opening the door. Carson was standing there, and I watched his eyes scan down my almost naked body, then back up to my eyes. Without a word, he kissed me, and as we kissed we shut the door. As soon as it was closed and locked, I dropped my towel.
“Let me see that ass,” he said, and I lead him into the bedroom. I bent over the side of the bed and he wasted no time digging his face in between my asscheeks. His scruffy beard scratched against my ass as he ate me out. I felt a higher level of aggression with him that time. Our first time, he had gone so nice and slow with me, which I was grateful for, but I certainly was also a fan of the more animalistic side he was showing now. The way his tongue on my hole made me feel, I didn’t mind giving in to him a little.
He pulled me up into a kiss, then sent me to my knees to suck his cock. I felt him relax as his hand stroked through my hair and I ran my tongue around the head of his thick cock. My jaw stretched a bit as I opened wide to get him in my mouth as deep as I could. “Fuck, Blake, I needed this,” he said. I looked up at him and flirtatiously winked while I serviced his dick.
After a couple minutes of me sucking his cock, he pushed me onto my back on the edge of the bed and pushed my legs up in the air. His mouth went straight to my dick, and he sucked me for a moment. I got dangerously close, though, as I felt his fingers massaging my hole as he sucked me in that position. “Stop sucking, I won’t last,” I whispered, and instead Carson happily used his tongue on my hole again. His fingers slid into me easier this time, and I was glad once again that I’d prepared.
“I want you in me,” I said, feeling loose enough to try.
“Fuck yeah,” Carson moaned. He kissed me, and I got out a condom and some lube, and prepared for him to fuck me missionary.
It took us a moment for him to get into my hole, which still was getting with the whole bottoming program, but the whole process went much quicker this time. My body had learned to relax the last time, and with someone I trusted as much as Carson, he was prodding my prostate and fucking steadily within five minutes.
Sex with Carson was great not just because of his physical expertise, but his sensory mastery as well. He satisfied and pleased so many of my senses at once. His bearish grunts and hearty chuckle aroused my ears, making my brain melt every time he made a pleased sound. The salty taste of his skin lingered on my tongue. My skin savored the ways his hands ran over my body and bathed in his body heat. His fur on my fingers was soft and full, as I wanted to feel his pelt in every way. His smell was intoxicating, as his cologne and sweat mixed to create his manly musk, which invaded my nose and disarmed me.
After a couple minutes of him hitting my prostate with machine-like consistency, I barely touched myself before I shot all over my chest. Seeing me moan and shoot my load must have excited Carson, too, because soon after he pulled out, shed the rubber, and jerked off onto my face. I stuck my tongue out and managed to catch several meaty drops of his cum in my mouth.
Catching our breaths, Carson collapsed next to me on my bed. “Sorry we made a mess,” he said, giggling a little.
“No problem,” I said. “That was awesome.”
“Fuck yeah it was,” Carson said, kissing me. “Any pain?”
“Might be a little sore, but much easier this time,” I said, glad that he was so caring.
“Good,” he said. We lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and enjoying each other’s naked presence. “You want to grab dinner?”
“Sure,” I said.
“We better go, then, or places will close,” Carson said. He slapped my thigh and sat up.
He helped me clean all the cum off my body and we both washed our faces, then went out for dinner. Carson took me to a Chinese place I’d been meaning to try out, and we split a big plate of chicken.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” I said as we ate.
“Yeah?”
“You seemed grumpy earlier.”
“I was just thinking that,” he said. “I’ll tell you what made the difference, though. It wasn’t the sex,” he said, whispering the last word, “It’s this. Just getting to sit down and eat with you.”
“I’m glad I could help,” I said. “Next time we’ll just skip the sex and just eat.”
Carson laughed. “Hey, now, I never said that didn’t help too,” he said. “You’ve just been great.”
“You too,” I said. I wasn’t good at expressing myself at the time, but I wish I had been. I wish I’d been mature enough to tell Carson what an impact he’s had on my life. I’d dated Danny, who was nice, but Carson was my first real adult relationship. He taught me what it really meant to love someone. He taught me the difference between fucking and making love. Most importantly, though, it was the first time I really felt loved and appreciated by a man romantically. Later in life, in relationships, I notice when I’m not feeling that way, and have learned that that’s what satisfies me more than anything.
He drove me home after we ate. “There’s a picnic concert in a park in my neighborhood this Friday, if you want to come,” Carson said.
“Sounds like a date,” I said, and kissed him as I got out of his truck.
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Work the rest of the week was the same as usual. I really enjoyed this week because Carson’s realtor, Jessica, came by the office several times, and she answered a lot of questions I had about real estate. She was impressed that I was working with a contractor that summer, and she said what I learned here would serve me well as a realtor myself one day.
That Friday, Carson and I had a light day at work, so we wrapped up early, and I went home to get ready. When I got home, I went to the gym, and I was getting pretty sick of this apartment building gym. I decided I’d start looking for a real gym that weekend.
When I got back to my apartment, I got a call from Danny, who was following through on us remaining friends after our breakup. “Hey,” he said with his signature electric tone. “What’s up?”
We caught up, and I told him everything about Carson and me. “You bottomed? Damn, how was it?”
“I’m a big fan,” I said, laughing. “Takes some getting used to, though.”
“Yeah,” Danny said. “I’m happy to hear it’s going well.” Danny then told me how things were going with the men at his lifeguarding job. He worked as a lifeguard at a country club, and he’d said some of the dads had been flirting with him and complimenting him on his speedo. Well, he’d since found out that there was a group of three or four dads at the club who played with each other while their wives were away, and they were always looking for hot young men at the pool to join them. Danny had been to two of their houses, and they added him to a group chat where they talked in code about their meetings. Danny said it often got confusing, though, because they referred to everything in golf terms, but sometimes they were actually meeting to play golf. Regardless, he was having a blast.
“Sounds like you’re having some fun, too,” I said. “Do you feel good about us taking a break?”
“I do. I was thinking that we’re young enough to take a break and find our way back to each other, if that’s what’s meant to happen,” Danny said.
“Me too,” I said.
“Hey, by the way,” Danny said. “Skyler and Kas are coming up to stay with me next weekend. I know you probably can’t get off work, but if you wanted to come, we could all hit the beach together.”
“Damn, that sounds like fun! I’ll ask Carson,” I said. Skyler and Kas were our friends from school.
“Cool,” Danny said. “Alright, I know you have a date to head to, and I have to work a birthday party tonight. It’s nice talking to you, Blake.”
“You too,” I said. “I’m glad you’re in my life.”
“Don’t get sappy,” Danny laughed. “But right back at you.”
“Okay, bye!” I said, and hung up. I got ready for my date — I put on a nice collared shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. I felt a little bad that all my date night outfits were so similar to my work clothes, but I didn’t have much else. As I waited for Carson to pick me up, I called my family, and told them about my awesome job. I’ve never told them about dating Carson that summer because I thought they’d judge me.
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Carson picked me up, and he was wearing a patterned button-down short-sleeve shirt and some jean shorts. His shirt was unbuttoned a few down, and I was slightly turned on by seeing his sexy chest poke out.
He drove me to a park near his neighborhood. Near a large tree, they’d set up a stage with plenty of speakers. In front of the stage, on the grass, probably five hundred people had laid out blankets and were sharing food and laughs.
Carson had packed a whole picnic for us. I helped him lay out a blanket, and as the sun began to set, we ate and talked. “I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” he said. “I’m not the best cook.”
“I love peanut butter and jellies,” I said. He also had packed some chips and drinks for us. As we drank a beer, the band started to play. They were called The Flat Tire Band, and everyone in it looked at least sixty. They played covers of old rock hits like Sweet Caroline and Dixieland Delight, though I was surprised when they played Uptown Funk. The music was nice, and Carson invited me to dance with him a bit. He was a good dancer, despite his bulky build. Though his moves weren’t always graceful, they always impressed because of his confidence and how fun he looked like he was having.
A bit of the way through the concert, a couple of Carson’s neighbors came up to us and talked. “Rosie, Donald, this is Blake, my boyfriend,” Carson said to introduce me. Hearing him call me his boyfriend made my heart warm.
As we danced and the sun sunk into the treeline, I realized how few people around us seemed to be bothered by two men dancing together. I’d always been a bit nervous to be publicly gay, especially in the south. But as I enjoyed my time with Carson, I realized that the people around us didn’t really care, and that I didn’t care what they thought, either. I was having to much fun with Carson to worry about anyone else.
We talked as we danced. We both were playful, making fun of the way each other were dancing. Classic country rock was the background for our conversations. Carson told me about how he was frustrated with his sister, who he thought was irresponsible. I told him I was sick of my apartment gym, and he offered to set me up at his golf club, which had a great gym. I told him it was too kind, but he said it was no problem, and he was allowed guests. I also told him about Danny, and that he’d wanted me to visit next weekend. Carson told me I could take Friday off, and that he’d even fly me to the airport. He was great.
Dusk came, and the concert kept going as the North Carolina fireflies came out. Carson and I snuggled on our picnic blanket, me lying on his chest, as we watched the first stars emerge in the night sky. “Hey,” I said to Carson. “I like when you call me your boyfriend.”
Carson hugged me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been wanting to ask you,” Carson said. “I mean, I know you’re young and hot, so I don’t want to scare you, but…” he seemed a bit nervous. “I didn’t know if you wanted to be exclusive.”
I thought for a moment. I’d been exclusive with Danny, and I didn’t find that commitment challenging. I’ve known other people who have been unfaithful in their relationships, but I’ve been lucky in most of mine. If my sexual needs and my emotional needs are met, I typically don’t think of other guys, and if my needs aren’t met, we don’t last long as a couple, anyways. “Sure,” I said. “I’d love to be your boyfriend.”
Laying on his chest, I felt him sigh in relief. “Good,” he said. “Me too.”
We continued to lie on each other, even after the band stopped playing. People filed out of the park, but we were enjoying the stars and each other too much. We combatted the chill of the summer nights with each other for warmth, the cool air bringing relief from the humid stickiness on our skin. Finally, a police officer came by and told us the park was closing, and we got up and went back to Carson’s.
We were both exhausted. Carson hopped in the shower, then I did, too. I’d brought a pair of pajamas in a small bag, and we crawled in bed together. “Want to watch a little TV?” Carson asked.
The blue light from the late night Law and Order cast over us, and for a while we watched, snuggling up against each other. When the second episode of the night started, I noticed a soft snore coming from Carson. I looked over at his peaceful, sleeping face, and I could have sworn he slept with a soft smile on his lips. I quietly turned off the TV and snuggled up next to him. Looking back, some people would have been offended that he fell asleep without us having sex. I know I’ve been writing about some of our steamy encounters here, so I hate to break the illusion for the reader, but most nights I spent with Carson were just like this one. We’d enjoy each other’s company until the night grew old, and we’d fall asleep. We didn’t hook up every time. For me, that wasn’t the point of dating Carson. If I wanted to cum, I could handle that on my own. I cherished nights like these more than anything, where we were domestically intimate. To the people who would be offended if a date fell asleep without some action, I can partially understand that, but I always thought it was sweet that he trusted me and felt comfortable letting his guard down around me.
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The next morning, I got up early again and did a bagel run. Carson woke up, and we shared a coffee. Carson had plans that day. “Sorry if last night was a little boring,” he said.
“I thought it was perfect,” I said.
Carson smiled. “Me, too. Anyways, I have a rugby tournament tomorrow. I’d love if you came and cheered me on.”
“I’ll be there,” I said. We kissed, and he drove me home. That night, I tried to think of something special I could do with Carson. He’d been such a romantic to me, but that wasn’t my strong suit. I wasn’t very creative in that regard. I thought for a long time, and finally came up with something Carson may like. I planned my scheme, and spent the rest of the night learning the rules of rugby so I didn’t seem like an idiot the next day.
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I arrived at the rugby field slightly after Carson’s team started their first game at 10 AM. Carson had said there were three other teams in town they were playing in a round-robin system. His team, the Grizzlies, consisted of men from my age to about forty. I was alone in the stands, other than two women cheering for the other team. The Grizzlies’ colors were dark green and an earthy brown, which I thought were pretty ugly colors for a sports team, but I never said anything.
I saw Carson on the field and unveiled my attempt at a romantic surprise. I pulled out my large, poster-paper, neon-green sign that said, “Go Carson Go!” in my best big block letters. I yelled out for Carson, who waved at me briefly before focusing back on the game.
They were playing abbreviated games that day, only 40 minutes, so I cheered Carson on throughout the game. He was fast, and his size really helped him play defense. When he got running, though, he was like a freight train, impossible to stop. He wasn’t able to come over to say hi to me until after the game. Once they won their first game, he broke away from the team huddle to come say hello to me.
“My biggest fan,” he said, laughing, as I held up the sign for him again. He climbed up in the bleachers and gave me a kiss.
“I couldn’t come up with a witty sign,” I said.
“I think it’s the best sign out here,” he said, though there were clearly no other people with signs. “Here, I want to introduce you to my team.”
He walked me over to his team, and he said loudly, “Grizzlies! This is my boyfriend, Blake, and he’s our biggest fan!”
They all greeted me, shaking my hand and introducing themselves. Carson, I found out, was the team captain, so he must have been really well liked. Weirdly, I recognized one of his teammates. “Nice to meet you,” that man said, shaking my hand. He wore tight, short athletic shorts with his team jersey, and held a clipboard. “I’m Rick, the team manager.” It was the man who worked at the sex shop I visited last week!
“Blake,” I said, shaking his hand. The rest of the team walked to get some water, while Rick talked to Carson and I.
“Carson, you said you were dating a hottie, but I thought you were exaggerating,” Rick said, chuckling. His voice was deep and sensual. Rick had short, salt-and-pepper hair and a matching goatee, which complimented his tattooed arm and pierced ears to give him a rugged look. His skin was a dark olive, as he’d clearly spent time in the sun.
“Don’t embarrass him,” Carson said, smiling. He was clearly proud of me, almost as a piece of arm candy. “Blake, Rick and I have been on the team the longest, he’s an old friend.”
“Emphasis on old,” Rick said, punching Carson lightly on the arm. He glanced over at the team. “I have to go talk to the tournament officials, but our next game starts in thirty. It was nice meeting you, Blake,” he said, and winked at me as he started walking away. “Oh, and if you two are ever looking for a third, give me a call!”
He turned and walked away, and I was blushing bright red. Carson chuckled. “What a flirt,” he said. “He’s a good teammate, but you’ve gotta keep your eye on him.”
“He works at the sex shop, right? The one I went to, remember?” I asked.
“Yeah, he owns it,” Carson said. “He may not look it, but he’s pretty wealthy. He owns a couple businesses in town.”
“Oh,” I said. Talking to Rick, I always felt like he was devouring me with his eyes.
“Anyway, thanks for coming,” Carson said. “You don’t have to stay the whole time if you don’t want to, but I’m glad you got to see a little.”
“It’s pretty fun,” I said. “You’re really good.”
“I’ve been playing for a couple years,” he said. “It keeps me moving and agile, I think. It’s a lot more fun than working out in a gym, at least.”
I nodded. “Don’t let me keep you from your team,” I said. “I’ll cheer y’all on.”
“We’ve got time,” Carson said. “By the way, I wanted to show you my favorite spot near here. Want to check it out?”
“Sure,” I said. Carson walked ahead of me. In his tight fit athletic tee shirt, I could see his broad back muscles stretching the spandex across his shoulders. His tight-fitting shorts hugged his huge, muscular legs. Having seen them in running action, I found them even more impressive, as I knew they weren’t just sexy — they were powerful too.
He walked me to a small structure — the bathrooms. “This is your favorite spot?” I asked with a sneer.
“Just follow me,” he said, and opened the door to the family bathroom. I joined him inside, and he shut and locked the door behind him.
As soon as it was locked, he turned and kissed me, pushing me up against the wall. The sweat on my face stung on my tongue, but I felt myself drooling as I absorbed his masculine scent in my nose. He made out with me for a minute, barely giving me a chance to breathe, as we both gripped each other passionately and our tongues wrestled.
“So, we’re exclusive now, right?” Carson whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I said.
“I know we didn’t talk about this, but do you still want to use condoms?” he asked under his breath. “I’m fine either way, but I got tested before we started dating, and I’m clean.”
Being with Carson was actually the first time I’d even used a condom. With Danny, we were both each other’s firsts, so we didn’t even think about it. I’d like to think I have a good sense about who’s trustworthy and who’s sketchy. My intuition hasn’t steered me wrong yet. That’s why I knew I could trust Carson. “No, we don’t need to.”
“Good, because I am so horny right now,” he growled a bit, and kissed me again. He stuck his hand down the front of my pants and stroked my cock. I did the same to him a bit.
“Wait,” I said after a moment. “I’m not prepared for that.”
“Who said anything about you?” Carson said with a devilish grin. He turned around, and pulled his shorts down to his feet. He bent over, putting his hands on a metal railing, and I marveled at his big, hairy, muscle bear ass in a black jockstrap. I immediately was rock hard.
“Fuck, yeah, you are horny,” I said, and put my hand on his ass.
Up until this part in our relationship, I was kind of a novice in the sexual department with Carson. Sure, I’d sucked more than a few dicks before him, but in terms of bottoming, he had to go at my speed the whole time. However, with his sexy man hole exposed in front of me, I could finally show him my skills as a top.
I knelt down on the concrete floor and firmly placed one of my hands on each of Carson’s massive asscheeks. I pushed his ass apart, admiring his hairy hole. His ass sweat was potent, as my first deep sniff almost knocked me back with his strong stench. I’ve always found sweat a turn-on, though. It seems natural as part of sex with men, so I didn’t hesitate to bury my tongue into Carson’s hole.
“FUCK!” Carson moaned loudly as my warm tongue penetrated his hole. “Fuck, yes, Blake,” he said, his voice melting with the pleasure.
I ran my hands around his beastly legs as I sunk my whole face into his ass. His thighs and hamstrings were massive. I couldn’t wrap both of my hands even halfway of one of his legs. His glutes, like the rest of his legs, were strong and powerful, as I felt the bulk of his muscle against the sides of my face. As I ran my hands up and down his legs, I brushed some mud and grass off. Something primal in me was turned on by the dirt on him from playing on the field.
After I’d fully soaked his hole in my spit, I stood up and pulled him into a kiss. He kissed me, then went down on his knees and sucked my dick. He hungrily took my length into his mouth, slobbering all over it. Carson’s typical grin had turned a bit devious as we got nasty in this park bathroom, but he kept his same playfulness. He wanted to give into his lust, and I did too.
I only let him suck me for a second before I pulled him off, not wanting to throw away my shot at his ass. He grabbed some lube out of his bag and jerked my cock with it before he rubbed it on his own hole. “Fuck me, man,” he said, returning to his bent over position.
I positioned my cockhead at the top of his sweaty asscrack, and slowly pushed it down until it touched his hole. “You ready?”
He grunted, which I took as my signal. I pushed my cock against his hole, and with a bit of pressure, he accepted my head into him. My tongue had loosened him up considerably. Like the rest of his legs, his ass was tight, but I could feel him relax to accept more of me. My cock slid smoothly along the insides of his tender hole. His warm muscles hugged my cock like a friend it hadn’t seen in years.
I gauged how relaxed Carson was based on his moans. His breath started off a bit sharp, but within a minute of me slowly pushing in and pulling out of him, he started sighing with relief. I took this time to use my manhood to shoot right for his prostate. With expert precision, I began pushing against his p-spot, and watched his eyes roll backwards and a smile take over his face as I prodded him. I leaned over Carson and wrapped my arms around him as I pulled myself deeper inside of his cavity. His dick, which he had freed out of the side of his jockstrap pouch, was rock hard and dribbling precum onto the floor. I pushed fully inside of Carson, my pubes brushing against the top of his hole, and he let out a soft howl.
“I love your hole,” I said, fully inside him, as I kissed his shoulder from behind.
I stood up, and got a little rough with my thrusts. I went in and out of him, pushing in deep, and letting my balls swing up and slap his taint as I pounded him. Carson was sturdy, and I could tell he was really enjoying being fucked. He tried to moan my name, but it seemed like his tongue had melted away from him in the pleasure, because all he could produce were deep, passionate moans.
At some point, I heard his breath quicken, and I looked down to see his hand on his cock. The bathroom was only vented with a small opening to the outside at the top of the ceiling, and in the North Carolina summer, it was hot and humid. Carson’s entire backside was glistening with sweat, and a few beads of my sweat dropped from my face and onto his ass, soaking up into his jockstrap waistband. Within a few moments, I felt him tensing up, and as his back arched, I watched his eyes shake and his mouth gape as he shot his load onto the bathroom floor. As he did, I made sure to bury my dick deep inside him and push on his prostate. His legs shook as he orgasmed, and for a moment I thought his knees might give out. He was moaning loud, and I was sure someone outside the bathroom could hear him, but I didn’t care.
After giving him a moment to catch his breath, my length still gently sliding in and out of him, Carson pushed me back and got down on his knees once more. He sucked my cock, and while he hadn’t regained any words yet, I could tell he wanted to suck me off to completion. It didn’t take long — the heat of the room, the raunchiness of our sex, and his expert tongue on my dick sent me into a frenzy, as I lost control and shot all over the inside of his mouth. I watched as some of my cum slipped out the edges of his lips, but he quickly sucked it back in to taste my semen in full and swallow every drop.
He stood up and kissed me, and we both caught our breath for a moment before either of us could speak. “That was amazing,” I said. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Carson said. “That was the best I’ve been fucked in a long time.” We kissed again. “Fuck, I needed that.”
“Any time,” I said with a smirk, and Carson chuckled.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said. He looked at my watch, and started to get dressed. “I only have ten minutes to get back to my team, and we have to warm up.”
“I think I warmed you up pretty good,” I said, and slapped his bare ass before he got his shorts up.
“You sure did, fucker,” he said, laughing.
I got dressed too, and we walked out of the restroom together. Luckily, no one was standing outside, so I tried to put as much distance between us and the bathroom as possible. While on some level I would be mortified if someone had confronted us, something about doing it in public like that was so hot. We had really been adventurous, our first hookup being in a gas station parking lot, and now us fucking in the park bathroom.
I returned to the stands and watched the second game. They did not do well at all — the other team, from Atlanta, was really good, and the Grizzlies got stomped. I could feel myself burning in the sun, and Carson came over before the final game to tell me I could go home. He said the last team was even better than Atlanta, and he didn’t want me to watch him lose. Though I wanted to be supportive, after all the intense fucking and sitting in the sun, I was exhausted, and needed a shower and a nap. I left the poster with him and headed home.
I’ll end this chapter with a lesson on sex, love, and relationships. Though I was only with Carson for a summer, I felt like I lived a million firsts. Yes, I bottomed for the first time, but the way Carson loved was spontaneous. Never did I think I’d be fucking my boss in the bathroom of a public park, but yet that was one of my hottest memories from our time together. I think that was Carson’s secret to romance: to always be doing something new and exciting. It wasn’t just sex, but our dates as well. He always tried to show me something new or create a unique memory with me. The reason I remember this summer so well isn’t just because Carson was awesome in bed, but because he found so many ways to show me he cared about me.