Sex with My Boyfriend

After graduating college in May 1975, I returned to my hometown and started a job there. I lived with my parents so that I could reduce my living expenses and pay off my college loans.

I started going to the bars in my hometown. I met a guy, younger than me. Tall and good looking. He was a surfer. I was 23 and he was 18. He had graduated high school that previous May and I had just graduated college. The drinking age in Texas at that time was 18 so it was fine for him to be at the bar.

We hit it off very well. We started dating and before long were inseparable. That summer, I loved going to the beach with him. He would surf and I would tan. On the way back from the beach, I would take my bikini top off and give him a blowjob while he was driving! I am a swallower and so, there was no mess!

He regularly got the blowjobs from me but wanted more. He kept pressuring me to have sex with him. Up to that point, we had just made out, sucked his cock and given him blowjobs and hand jobs but no sex. I just did not want to fuck an 18-year-old. It would have been just too weird for me.

His 19th birthday was coming up later that year and I decided to make it special for him

by fucking him. Plus, I was getting incredibly horny and needed a cock in me. It has been about 6 months since I had been fucked and had felt an erect cock in me.

I was still living at home to pay off college debts and obviously could not fuck him there. As he had just graduated high school that previous May he was also living at home. I did not want to fuck in my car on some country back road, so I stopped by Motel 6 in town a few days before his birthday and made the reservation. I felt so naughty -- here I was a 23-year-old college graduate and was making plans to fuck a guy who had just graduated high school a few months earlier.

We went out on that Friday night, and I told him after dinner that we were going to the Motel 6 in our town. The look on his face was priceless.

We went to the room, and I was so nervous I had problems getting the door open. He finally took the key from me and unlocked it.

We went inside and started making out. Before long, we were both naked and he was sporting his erection. He was big. Almost 2" thick and 7" long. He said something about not having a condom and I told him not to worry as I was on the birth control pill.

Another thing - he was a tall man -- 6'3" and here I was 5'2". A spinner as they are called.

I got on top and lowered myself onto him as he was so large. I barely got the head in, and he came immediately. I got off him and used a washcloth that I had gotten from the bathroom to wipe his cum from my pussy and pubic hair. He was apologetic for cumming so quickly but I told him not to worry and that it is common with guys.

We cuddled and before long, he was hard again!

This second time he mounted me missionary style and pumped on me. Suddenly out of nowhere my orgasm hit and as I thrashed and moaned under him, he came.

I often wondered if he was a virgin since he came so quickly that first time and he was, after all, only 19.

That began our sexual relationship.

About two months after that night, I moved into an apartment.

OMG, that is when the fucking started. We were screwing 4-5 times a week. I would get off work and he would come over around 7 p.m. and we would fuck until about 9 p.m. I had good orgasms from just having sex with him but because of his size (7" cock) and stamina.

We dated another couple of months, and I broke up with him as he could be a real jerk.

A couple of months later, I went back to him as I missed the great sex. That lasted another six months, and we broke up for good.

Sadly, about a month ago, I read of his passing in the obituaries of the newspaper where we used to live. I was very saddened. He was not the man for me, but he was a good man. I hope he looked back on our time together and thought of me from time to time.