"Listen," he said, "I have to tell you that I don't really have all that much experience."
I took that to be some sort of guy euphemism for the big V, but I didn't want to embarrass him by pressing for precisions. "That's not a problem," I said.
"But I know how to use a condom," he said.
"Well, that's the important part really. I'm sure the other stuff is all pretty straight-forward."
He seemed relieved by this little exchange and ready to spring into action.
The next logical step was clearly to remove all clothing. We were happy to forgive each other a little awkwardness in the pursuit of our mutual goal. Then began the exploration and allover kisses.
It was all so new and so astonishing. We were like two kids in a candy shop. I'd never been this far with anyone. It was a treat to run my fingers down his neck, across his broad shoulders and manly chest, down to his navel. I knew I'd signed on for the whole enchilada, but still I found myself a little hesitant to explore the nether regions for some reason.
It was wonderfully arousing to feel his touch, and particularly to see how ferociously it excited him. When it seemed to be the right moment, he turned and put on a condom.
He then turned back to me and touched my arm, again almost trembling. In his nervous grin I could see the points of his canine teeth, and for an instant he had the air of a ravenous wolf.
Despite our mutual lack of experience, we managed to fit all of the pieces into place without too much difficulty. The penetration itself was kind of an unexpected sensation -- more uncomfortable than arousing really -- but I figured it was an acquired taste that would surely grow on me. What was really erotic, though, was how passionately it affected him. He seemed almost to go into a state of delirium like it was the end of the world.
When it was over, he held me tightly as he caught his breath. Then he pulled out and sat up, slid the condom off and tied the end. I thought I heard him say, "Um, sorry..."
"What?!" I asked, suddenly alarmed. "It didn't break did it?"
"Oh, no, no, nothing like that," he said. "It's just that, y'know, I think it's supposed to last longer than that."
"Oh, okay," I said.
I thought about for a moment then said "Well, I wouldn't worry too hard about it. It's not like there's a panel of judges in here giving us a score or something."
He smiled but didn't look up. I sat up next to him and put my arms around him from behind. "And besides," I said, "I'm sure we'll get better with practice."
"Practice..." he repeated, laughing a little to himself. Then he turned and kissed me. "Have I died and gone to heaven?" he asked.
"You believe in heaven?" I teased.
"Well I don't normally," he replied, "but I'm always willing to reconsider my conclusions when faced with new evidence. And I can't think of any other explanation for this." He put his arms around me and squeezed.
