Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
We started over with a fresh slate the morning he blew me, or the day we referred to as BJ Sunday. We had a mishap-free lesson and agreed to meet the following Tuesday morning for another. An early surf lesson followed by a hand job in the shower turned out to be the beginning of a new trend. We met three days a week on average and usually on mornings we were both free till nine or ten.
We’d surf, peel off our wetsuits, and head to my apartment via the side entrance, avoiding the shop and anyone working there. And when we reached my place, we’d strip out of our trunks and come together in a naked frenzy, sucking face and writhing against each other like a couple of sex-starved maniacs.
Electricity sparked and hummed between us, then tipped into an inferno. I couldn’t get close enough fast enough. I thought I’d been here before with previous lovers. The joy of discovery was part of the fun of connecting with someone new. This was different somehow. More intense, more carnal…and sometimes, a little savage.
A major part of the thrill was that this was literally virgin territory for me. I’d never touched a man, and I now had free rein to explore a sexy ex-hockey player in the privacy of my own apartment. I took advantage of every opportunity and got bolder each time. That first week, I let him lead. I got off on the role reversal. Luca was the teacher in the bedroom and he led by unfettered, unbridled example.
To be fair, he was cautious with me in the beginning. He asked if I was okay a lot. He moved slowly, giving me space to change my mind. He did most of the work…or tutoring. Week one, he wanted me to get used to the idea of being touched by a man. He didn’t take, he gave. He sucked me, stroked me, kissed me till I couldn’t see straight, and held me when I trembled in the aftermath. It was…beautiful.
But I always wanted more, and I got bolder each time.
Every first opened a whole new world to me. The first time I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked him to orgasm. The first time I licked my way down his gorgeous body, kissing the scars on his hip and the wicked gash on his calf. The first time I pressed my dick against his and jerked us together, sucking our combined cum from my fingers. The first time I traced his crack and brushed a finger across his hole, wondering if he’d let me fuck him.
Actually, I knew he would. He was that kind of lover. Pleasure was the name of the game, and it wasn’t in his nature to hold back. I fucking loved that. Luca’s lusty, “go for it” attitude was inspirational. Hell, it inspired me to drop to my knees and suck his cock. Often. I wasn’t great at it. I was a little sloppy and I gagged easily, but Luca didn’t seem to mind. Then again, he was exuberant about everything. And it seeped into every facet of his life.
Luca was adventurous and charming. He made friends easily, dazzling people with his quick wit, boundless energy, and joie de vivre. I knew a few guys like that and honestly, they annoyed the fuck out of me. But Luca was a force of nature. His joy was contagious, his frustration palpable. I couldn’t help rooting for him. His happiness made me happy. Every day, the physical connection grew and a real friendship formed.
Within a month, we’d gone from tentative lovers to a couple of guys who wanted to be together whenever possible.
“…the twelve-foot sets are epic. If we leave at five a.m., we’ll miss traffic and be one of the first ones in the water at sunrise. We have to go tomorrow, though. Are you up for it?” Rex asked conversationally.
I tore my gaze from Luca and replayed Rex’s question in my head. “What? Where?”
“Dude,” he huffed irritably, smacking me upside the head. “Newport, the Wedge, tomorrow. What’s the matter with you? We’ve talked about this. Get over last weekend’s loss and get ready for the next competition.”
Ugh. Side note…I came in third at Pro Com. Second place would have been respectable behind Andy Dugan, but third was…lame. There was no prize money and no glory. I wasn’t surprised I didn’t do well. I hadn’t been prepared.
Now it was early October, and I was thirty grand shy of my goal. I took on a ton of new commissions and private lessons, hoping to shore up the money I needed for a down payment. And at Rex’s insistence, I signed up for the Holiday Classic. Talk about a long shot.
“It’s two months away, Rex.”
“That’s nothing. Big competition, baby. They’ll blow you out of the water if you’re not prepared.” Rex cast an annoyed glance toward Luca, fist-bumping a couple of surfers at the shoreline. “You’re spending a lot of time with that guy. He’s cool. I like him. But it’s time you could be spending conquering big waves. You’ve gotta be ready, man.”