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Few things ever equal the memory of our first sexual experience.

Everything that comes afterwards is measured in terms of that first encounter: how it felt, what it did to us, how it changed the way we live.

Afterwards, no other lover ever seems quite as good as that initial partner; no other kiss seems quite as tender; no other orgasm quite as sweet.

So it was with Jake and I.


Jake was beautiful. Jake was strong. Jake had a lean, hard, muscular body, and the deepest brown-black eyes I'd ever seen. And he seemed to like me: smiling when we talked, tying up my belt whenever it came undone during practice, tousling my hair after each and every BJJ session -

I loved him, of course; we both knew that. But neither of us said it, neither of us made a move. Never. Until the day we found ourselves alone: no one in the gymnasium, no one anywhere around; lessons over, learning done.

'Good class,' he said, sitting speadeagled on the mat, stretching out his ligaments, working out the kinks.

'Yep.'

'We make a pretty good team, huh?'

I frowned. Tumbled down beside him. 'You think so?'

'Sure. The instructor really likes the way we work together.' A pause. 'And he's not the only one -'

Before I could reply, Jake drew me forwards, between his legs. His grip on my kimono was intense, unavoidable; he reeled me in like fish on a line, closer, closer, closer still, our lips almost touching, our hot breath emerging in short, sharp gasps. My body became a semiconductor of pleasure, a slave to the erotic electricity flowing between us.

And then it happened: my mouth pressed his, my hand slid down, my fingers moved to stroke his groin.

He groaned, pushed upwards, driving his hard-on against my palm. I responded in kind, sliding my hand deeper into his crotch, right to the base, then up again, more slowly, dragging the soft blue cotton of his gi pants past the head of his erection. My tongue explored the warm moist cavern of his mouth, gently dipping into unexplored terrain. He moaned again, hugged me tighter -

And flipped me on my back, mounting me from top to tail.

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The pressure was intolerable, my swollen organ straining mightily against the fabric of my loose-fitting gi. Jake sensed my building arousal and ground his hips against me, our bodies locked together, impossible to tell where one left off and the other began. I tried to move and found I couldn't, powerless in his grip, completely dominated, utterly helpless. I bucked upwards, felt a massive burst of pleasure, heard Jake moan and call my name, felt him screw his cock against me, cried out loud in rapt response, coiled my arms around his head, rubbed my rod against his stomach, started to come, heard him shout, felt our climax strike as one -

And stopped. And kissed him. And said, 'I love you.'

But already I was thinking. Hard.

About what we might do next.

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