“Like what?”
“I dunno.‘Hockey Night in Canada’?”I hummed the first bar.
He laughed.I felt it around my fingers.Then he relaxed.
“Okay, try your dick.”
I’d been distracted, but that got my attention.I pulled my fingers out of him, and he gasped.Not in a good way.
“Are you okay?”I said.
“Yeah, just go slow.”
“Sorry.”I was fucking up already.I grabbed tissues from the bedside table and wiped the lube off my hand.I had trouble putting the condom on because my hands were shaking so much.
“You want help?”he said.
“I got it.”
“Remember, use lots of lube.And you’re not in a hurry.It takes as long as it takes.”
“I don’t want to fuck this up, Eddie.”
“You won’t fuck this up.”He was propped on his elbow looking at me.
I lay down and guided my lubed dick in partway.Once I was just about there, I let go and put my arm around him.I pulled him close and kissed the back of his neck.“Say when.”
He felt pretty relaxed, but I was all tense and praying it wasn’t contagious.
“Okay,” he said.
I pushed against him, and I started to go in, and I felt him all warm around me, and it was so fucking intense that—
“I’m gonna shoot,” I said.
“You don’t want to?”
“Not yet.”
“What do you think about when you’re with a girl and you don’t wanna come too soon?”
“I never had that problem with a woman.”I hadn’t.But I was operating with a different set of parameters here.My body responded so much faster and more intensely to him.Plus, I’d never done this before.
“Hey,” he said.“It’s all right if you shoot.You’re with a guy now.We’re on the same page.”
“Okay.”But for pride’s sake, I tried to hold on, which I couldn’t.“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna—” It was pretty fucking intense.Afterward, I thumped my forehead against his shoulder.“Sorry.I didn’t get all the way in.”
“Still counts as sex,” he said.
“You didn’t shoot, did you?”
“No, but you did, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
“There you go.”
I was mad at myself.It wasn’t that it hadn’t felt special—it had.But I’d wanted to last longer.I’d wanted him to enjoy it too.
