Dan and I had been seeing each other for a few months and during my second semester of my sophomore year in college, and I frequented him on Tuesday's at his apartment during my lunch breaks because that was the day I had a 3 hour break in my class schedule. On Tuesday's where I'd know I would see him, I would wake up extra early to get ready. I would even eat lots of grains the night before because I knew Danny and I would be having sex the next day and I wanted to be as clean as possible for my Danny. He was a pretty large man, at least compared to me, and he often did this thing where he would push his penis all the way inside my butt and pull it completely out in a very slow but steady pace. At times, it would feel like I was going to the bathroom but I trusted that he knew what he was doing, and after a few times, I realized there was nothing to worry about.
By April of that year, we had probably hooked up 20-30 times, once or twice a week and we had sex in just about every position you could imagine. We couldn't get enough of each other, and a lot of days, a two and a half hour break wasn't enough. So many times we'd be having sex until the very last minute and I had to quickly get dressed and run to class with a sore booty to avoid walking in late. One particular date was especially memorable.
After making out like usual, we ended up in the 69 position on his couch and we happened to ejaculate at the same moment. Until then, I was always the one to cum first when we'd 69 and it felt unfair how I would always cum so fast and he didn't.
We both swallowed each other. We always did and I loved it. We lay there for a little longer on our sides, licking up the last few drops of semen and I felt Dan's penis get softer in my mouth. We got up, kissed each other and I prepared to get dressed and go to class but he stopped me and reached for my hand, just as I put my panties back on. Dan got me into wearing panties for him but thats another story.
"That was the first time we came together, cutie-pie," Danny said. Cutie-pie was a nickname he started calling me recently, only in the bedroom.
"I know. Was it a lot? I'm sorry," I said.
Typically, I would be the more emotional man in the relationship but Dan looked vulnerable and sweet sitting there on the couch, naked. Dan reached out and hugged me and kissed me on my neck as I sat back down on his lap, facing him with my legs wrapped around him. He began to tell me how much he enjoyed 69 with me and how warm my mouth felt.
"You know I'll swallow for you any time you want me to," I flirted.
It was true. If Dan wanted a blowjob at 3:00 a.m. I would've drove over to his place and would've swallowed him any day of the week. I wanted to be the best boyfriend I could be and maybe it was just me trying to compensate for my lack of experience.
"I really feel connected to you today and it just feels so special that we came at the same time, Jamie. I want to be inside my baby so bad right now," Dan whispered as he continued to kiss me around my ear and neck.
