then—bye bye, Charlie. That little devil sucked in a mouthful of cock so huge he should have choked, but all he said was “Ummmmm.”
I yelled, “Holy crap, warn a guy!” Somehow, he’d managed to not only fill his mouth, but to get an inch of cock into his throat, and he was swallowing! The rhythmic pressure on my cockhead made me see stars, and my body, which had been humming along with heat, burst into flames.
My hips lifted off the bed like a bucking bronco, and somehow Sean turned into a cowboy and stayed with me, hand clutching my dick and keeping it in his mouth. He scooted on top of my legs to keep me still and then bobbed his head in my lap, up and down, sucking hardest at the tip and then opening his throat to take as much as he could. Relentless! And fantastic.
“Oh man! Oh God!” I couldn’t stop. I was bouncing him up and down with my hips trying to get more and more into his mouth. Then his exploring fingers started tickling and massaging my balls, and that did it. “Sean!” I yelled to warn him, but he kept sucking and cum shot out of my cock straight into his mouth.
At first, he swallowed, but then he coughed and pulled back. Still, he kept lapping at my softening dick like a little kitty.
I gasped, “Oh my God, you’re a natural!” Then I just breathed. Or tried to. Wow. Just wow.
He crawled back up me and stared into my face. “That was a very kind thing to say. Did you mean it?”
“About you being a natural? Hell yes. I mean, if you hadn’t told me you’d never given a blow job, I would’ve thought you did it for a living.” I raised my head. “No wait, I didn’t mean it that way, I just—”
He laughed. “I will accept your comment as a tribute to a level of professionalism.”
I nodded, still breathing hard. “Yeah, I think that’s what I meant.”
He combed his fingers through my chest hair. “I was unable to swallow without coughing.”
“Hey, in my observation, that’s hard for anybody. I’d say all those fingers and bananas paid off.”
He rested his head on my chest. “That was educational. And quite amazing.”
I blew out a long breath and tightened my arms around him. “It was all amazing from my point of view.” I sighed. “This has sure been a great evening of firsts for me. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. It was an exceptional first date.”
I pressed my lips against his beautiful hair. It squeezed my heart to realize Sean was a grown man who’d never had a date. “I’m honored I got to be your first. Date, I mean.”
“First everything. I’m glad too.”
I wanted to tell him that on Monday I was going to try for one more huge milestone, but I was too nervous that I might fail, so I kept my mouth shut.
Slowly, we settled and drifted off to yet another first—we spent the night in each other’s arms.
My adviser, Dr. O’Henry, stared across the desk at me from behind his owlish glasses. “Physical therapy?”
I nodded, adjusted in his guest chair that wasn’t made for men my size, and tried to look positive.
He said, “I’ll be honest with you, Bubba. From a purely practical point of view, you can probably make more money as a private trainer or a sports coach than you can as a physical therapy assistant. Not that money should be your primary requisite.”
“Uh, sir, I don’t want to be a PT assistant. I want to be a physical therapist.”
There was that two-heads look people gave me a lot. “You want to be a doctor of physical therapy?”
“Doctor?” I swallowed very hard.
“Yes. To be a physical therapist, you need a DPT, a doctor of physical therapy, and we happen to have an excellent program at Madison.”
“Oh. Uh, okay, tell me what’s involved.”
A big crease appeared over the top of the glasses. “You’re serious about this?”
“Yes, sir.” I had to remind myself that if I wasn’t gonna let my dad tell me who I could be, I wasn’t gonna let this guy either.
He gave me a stern look, then clicked keys on his computer and stared at the screen. His eyes widened, he looked at me, and then back at the screen. “Well, it won’t be easy, but perhaps you can do it, maybe without having to extend your undergraduate years.” He glanced at the screen again, probably looking at my records.