Letters To The Dead // A Crenny Love Story

Letter Twenty-One

Sixty-Three Days After...

'Two dominants won't work.'

Remember that?

It was our first time having sex.

Yes, you were a whore but you only went as far as a blow job, or eating a girl out. At least that's what you told me.

'I'm saving my first time for someone special, as gay as that sounds. Who knows, maybe that someone special is you?'

I was a virgin. Sure I'd jack off every now and then, but I never liked anyone as much as I liked -love- you.

'Two dominants won't work.'

You were about to pull off my last piece off clothing, my boxers, when I said that.

Already being naked, you ripped my boxers right off me, got in my face, and ordered me to suck.

Oh how sweet and heavenly your moans were.

Right when you were about to cum I pulled back.

You whined.

After your little fit  you set yourself up at my entrance,

'Are you ready?'

I nodded.

You went in slowly, as not to hurt me.

I think that was the first time you ever saw me cry.

Anyway, after a few minutes I told you that you could move.

And move you did.

You thrusted into me, hard, pulling back out and slamming back in.

We were both a moaning mess.

After we both came you told me that I was a cute bottom, a sexy submissive.

Oh the pleasure I gave you after that statement.

And then, in the morning, neither of us could walk.

That was sooooo (cue the eye roll) fun to explain to our friends.

And your parents (Another eye roll).

We probably should've gone easier on each other, it being both of ours first time.

But, you know, oh well.

Haha, I love you, babe.

Goodnight.

-Craig
McCormick<3