After the game, Blake volunteered to take Shane and Joey home. It was a perfect choice, because they were all busy discussing strategies for the baseball team. I offered to join Marshall at the Toolbox for a post-game celebration, but he said no. Instead, he chose to spend the time with me alone. I saw an initial frown on Reggie’s face, but then, when he thought again about us as a couple, it was followed by a smile and a good-natured slap on Marshall’s back.

When Marshall returned to me, he said, “I told him that I need to celebrate with my new boyfriend. I know what I want to do, too. Are you up for a walk on the beach?”

It didn’t take any arm twisting for me to agree. I was dressed for the beach in shorts and tank top. I offered to wait for Marshall so he could go home, change clothes, and then join me, but he said no. Marshall rolled up the legs of his softball uniform for the beach. He strolled down to the water advertising the Soft Serves As we neared the water, he peeled off the jersey and stuffed one end of it in the uniform pants. I bit my lip staring at my handsome boyfriend at my side.

Marshall said, “Let’s stop at the little stand up the beach and grab something to eat. A hot dog and a shake would be great. I’m starved.”

Staring at Marshall’s body, I felt starved for something else, but the food sounded fun. We grabbed quick meals. I opted for a burger while Marshall got his hot dog, and we found an empty picnic table where we could eat and have an unobstructed view of the lake.

While he took his first bite of the hot dog, I looked into Marshall’s face and said, “I’m so incredibly happy right now. Today has been so much fun. I hope you’re having half as much fun as I am.”

Marshall sipped at the shake and then he smiled. He said, “It is a great day, Jordan. It’s not every day I get to be a hero for the team and then get to spend time at the beach with a man like you.”

While I watched him eat, I imagined all sorts of ways that the day could come to an equally amazing end, and most of those involved Marshall in bed with me. It was turning into our third date, and I hoped I wasn’t expecting too much.

Marshall finished the last of his shake, and then he asked if I would walk with him in the edge of the water. He said, “We could head north to the quieter end of the beach. The sun is getting lower, too. It will be beautiful looking back at the city.”

I was ready to follow him anywhere. We strolled across the sand to the edge of Lake Michigan each carrying our shoes in our hands. The water was cool, but it only took seconds to feel comfortable on my feet. We both splashed our feet around before settling into a quiet walk side by side.

When we reached the northern end of the beach, Marshall suggested we turn around and look at the city skyline as the lights were beginning to glow. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and playfully nibbled at the side of my neck.

I slowly turned and we shared a deeper kiss. It was perfect. I felt as if I was floating above the earth and I never wanted to come down. I wanted to experience day after day like this forever.

The bright orange colors of the sunset faded behind the city skyline as we walked back down the beach. Marshall said, “I’ll walk you to your car.”

I wondered if he wanted another make out session in the car, or if we would discuss whose house to go to, but we did neither. He gave me another great kiss with his arms wrapped around me and our lips pressed tight together, but then he said, “Goodnight, Jordan. It’s been a wonderful day. I can’t wait for our next date.”

I started to ask if he wanted to come with me to my house, but Marshall was already walking away. I watched the muscular silhouette in the waning light and sighed in frustration. My perfect day was coming to an imperfect end.

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We went out to dinner three nights later. It was quick and a more informal date. Marshall said that he spent all day reading meteorology articles to start prepping for the next school year, and his mind was turning to mush, but he hoped I would want to share dinner together.

We met at a pizza place. Halfway through the meal as Marshall fed me a bite of pizza, he said, “You seem a little down, Jordan. Is there something wrong?”

It was my opportunity to say something. I was worried that it would come out as a criticism or I would look like I was only after Marshall for the sex. Then the other side of me argued that if we couldn’t communicate well at the moment, we would likely never get it right.

I spoke up and whispered so that other customers couldn’t hear, “I want to have sex with you.”

The immediate response appeared to be a look of surprise, but then a smile slowly spread across Marshall’s face. I breathed a sigh of relief. He said, “Let’s do it tonight.”

I gasped slightly, and then I stared into his eyes and immediately felt stupid when I asked, “Really?” My relative immaturity was fully on display.

Marshall reached a hand across the table and said, “Really.”

Marshall followed me back to my house after dinner in his car. We found two parking spots, one in front of the other, less than a block away, and then walked with his arm around my waist down the sidewalk.

As we stepped through the door, Marshall glanced around and said, “This is really nice. You have this all to yourself?”

I said, “I do. It’s a rental, but it’s one of the smaller houses in the neighborhood. They didn’t want to split it up. I pay a little extra for rent, but my teacher’s salary covers it.”

“Do I get a tour?” asked Marshall.

I quickly glossed over the main floor and then the butterflies took flight in my stomach as we climbed the stairs. The first doorway at the top of the stairs led to my bedroom. I said, “This is where I sleep.”

Marshall leaned against me, and we both stepped into the room. He said, “And it’s where you have fun with other men?”

I eked out the words, “Yeah, um, that, too.”

Marshall reached out for me and turned me around. He slowly slipped his hands up inside the dark red polo I was wearing. I swallowed hard and reached out both my hands to rest against the sides of his face and offered him a kiss.

I whispered, “So very good.”

As I raised my arms over my head, the neck of the shirt caught around my head. We had to pull it back down and unbutton an extra one of the buttons before I could get it off. I sighed. Until that point, everything related to sex with Marshall unfolded without a single hitch.

I struggled to kick off my sneakers, but the shoelaces were tied tight. I had to lift up my leg and yank at the laces with my hands while Marshall stood and watched. He smiled, but I felt awkward. A blush spread across my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around Marshall and kissed him again to try and forget my frustrations of the moment.

Marshall’s hands gripped both of my ass cheeks, and I reached out for his package with my hand. He was huge. With my other hand I reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. My fingers fumbled with them, and I only had three buttons undone when he surprised me by lifting me and laying me gently on the bed.

He grunted, “Fuck, not as easy as before,” and rubbed at his back.

I smiled and patted my hand on the bed. I was impressed that he picked me up at all. Marshall sat beside me and then pushed forward again tugging at my jeans and pulling the zipper down. I raised up off the bed to let him pull the jeans off revealing my bright red boxer briefs.

“Bottom?” whispered Marshall.

I said, “I’m vers.” It was an honest statement. In fact, my preference, all other things being equal, was a versatile partner, too.

“I’m taking the top bunk,” grunted Marshall. He hooked his fingers into my boxer briefs and tugged those off as well. I was naked, and he was still almost fully clothed.

Marshall unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and then let it drop to the floor. I bit my lip as I stared at his broad chest and ripped abs. Then he reached into his pocket and growled, “Fuck, forgot to bring the condoms.”

I reached out and touched the side of his face. “It’s okay.” I pointed at the nightstand and said, “Plenty in there.”

Marshall was clearly frustrated at the failure of our first time to unfold smoothly. It was almost as if he had a script that was failing him at each turn. It didn’t stop me from being horny and hungry for him. My cock was standing straight up from my body while he took the condom package between his teeth and began to peel off his own jeans.

He was very big. His cock wasn’t so much long as it was thick. In the back of my mind, I began to worry about fit. I had sex with one guy who we literally couldn’t get inside me. Fortunately, versatility paid off and I fucked him. We still had a great time and a good laugh about it after.

Marshall rolled the condom down over his cock while I watched. His cock was long enough to make a graceful curve upward. My mouth watered while I thought about it inside me and dreamed about taking it in my mouth to wake him up in the morning. He spread my legs and pushed my ankles up over his shoulders. Then he said, “I’m big, Jordan. It might hurt a little.”

I moaned, “I want you so badly, Marshall. I don’t care.”

He pushed gently at first, and I responded by pushing out. I gripped the bedsheets with my fists when I felt him pressing at my ring. He whispered, “Relax, Jordan, relax for me.”

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply while Marshall continued to push. Sweat popped out across my brow while I kept trying to push out and at the same time take relaxing breaths.

Finally, it happened, and I yelped before I could clench my teeth and stop myself. His head popped past my ring, and it hurt. I opened my eyes wide, and set my jaw against the pain. “Oh, fuck, Marshall!”

He whispered, “I told you,” and then he gently started to rock back and forth. Before long the edge of the pain began to fade, and I arched up into him.

“No, it’s good,” I moaned, and then I began to moan louder. It did feel good. The pain made me feel like a bottom. I was there to take it. I was there to revel in being pounded by his big cock.

Marshall wrapped his thick fingers around my cock and began to slowly stroke. I opened my eyes and stared at his magnificent body then whispered, “Fuck, close…already.”

He let off, but then he stroked again. After a few more quick strokes I came. I yelled out and shot hitting both my chest and his abs. He responded by rocking back and forth faster pushing himself. He wanted to cum, too, but then he slowed in frustration.

I gripped the base of his cock with my fingers and whispered, “Let me do it.”

Marshall pulled out rolling over onto his back. It only took a few more minutes for my alternating slow and fast strokes to bring him to the edge. I was kissing him hard when his hips bucked and he shot big ropes of cum into the air.

I collapsed against his chest slicked with sweat. He stroked the hair on the back of my head while his breathing slowly returned to normal. Our first sex wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was a little awkward, but it was good, and I was excited for the next step forward with Marshall.

That’s why I was shocked when thirty minutes later Marshall said, “It’s been a great evening, Jordan, but I need to go. I’ve got an early meeting in the morning with another faculty member. I hope you understand.”

I started to say, “But you can…” Unfortunately, he was already standing and pulling on his jeans. He leaned down and gave me one last kiss while I was still lying on the bed, and then he was gone.