**How We Met**
I have ranked the best lovers I’ve ever had in my head, and today I want to talk about number two from the top three. His name was Jake (not his real name but starts with the same letter), and he was kind of a country boy with a universally attractive look. Actually, he was probably one of the best-looking ones because my sister thought he was hot (she usually pursues based on looks), and my best friend and I competed for his affections in the beginning. I have eclectic taste but was undeniably interested in Jake’s playfulness, dark hair and eyes, slight bad boy persona, and athletic physique. He was a star football player in high school who turned into a stoner post-graduation with sculpted muscles that, luckily, had not atrophied.
I met Jake’s friends during prom weekend. My part of the state goes “down the shore” during this time. And his friends happened to be there. My girl group stayed in touch with his group, and the first time they invited us down to their neck of the woods to party, I met him. We were from very different worlds. Me and my friends are from an affluent, more cosmopolitan area. And Jake is from a more blue collar town with Wawas on every other fifth corner and quad trails in the forests. He even had a different accent, and we argued over whether sandwiches are called subs or hoagies. The first day we met, we splashed around in the pool. I tried to dunk him, but he always got me and threw me around with ease. The sexual tension was palpable.
**Sex With the Statue of David**
I don’t remember if we hooked up that first night, but I do remember a memorable evening. At this point, two of my female friends were hooking up with Jake’s best friend (each behind the other’s back), so I was able to see him often because I was constantly going down to visit with either girl lol. His friend took a bedroom in the house and said we could get a room in his parent’s camper in the yard. Before I get to the nitty gritty, I must tell you that Jake’s friend (let’s call him Mike) whispered something in his ear earlier in the evening right in front of me and then Jake smiled and chuckled. It was obviously about me, and I knew even then in that drunken state that it was probably sexual because those kinds of boys are very predictable at that age. It looked like Jake was slightly feigning deviousness for show (I guess to impress Mike), but I didn’t care. I kind of liked the badness.
So, once we got in the camper, we were all over each other. There was an intense animalistic electricity between us, and I think we genuinely like each other because we had fun but lived too far apart (we kept teasing each other all night leading up to this). Jake ripped my clothes off, and I did the same to him while admiring his broad shoulders, cut arms, and tight abdomen. He was strong. And when he took off his boxers, oh fuck me was he well-endowed. I am sorry; I have to be honest. He had a porn star dick, and I guess this was a gift from his Sicilian ancestry. It was almost intimidating except he was so hot, it just added to the package.
He sucked my tits as he fingered me, and I went down on him and tried my best to go as far down as possible, but it wasn’t easy. It hurt my throat and jaw lol. Like, I thought he was going to give me TMJ. I asked him if he had a condom, and after he put one on, I got on all fours on the bed. When Jake entered me, it almost hurt, but he hit my G-spot right away. Currents of pleasure coursed through me with every pounding thrust. I yelled involuntarily as I came faster than I ever had prior to that moment. I guess my noises were too much for him to take because he followed soon after. As we recovered ourselves, we laid down next to each other. He was the big spoon. About 15 minutes later, we were ready to go again.
**A Pain Like No Other**
Now, this is where it gets interesting. Jake asked me if I wanted to try anal, and I immediately thought back to Mike’s smirky whisper. This was what he was talking about. I think I was a little disappointed that Jake would be so impressionable, but as I said before, I kind of liked the naughtiness, since I was equally as depraved. “Sure,” I said. I had never tried it before. Actually, I really can’t remember because I had only lost my virginity about a year prior, and even if I had, it was obviously nothing that experienced. Oh boy, was I in for a fucking night. It did not click in my mind that monster cock + anal = searing pain. But I was about to find out.
Because we were so young, it did not even occur to us to use lube. First big mistake. And when Jake tried his best to slide his Italian sausage into my cherry or practically cherry ass, I swear, I saw blinding stars. I fucking screamed like I was getting murdered. But, being the go-getter that I am, and having lost my virginity by riding my then bf as fast as possible to “get the pain part over with,” I was determined to see this through. So, I told him to keep going. The alcohol may have helped with the pain, but after several thrusts, he had to stop. Unless I sat on a bag of frozen peas on my way up north in the morning, there was no way I was going to be ok for the drive. So, we went back to doggy (my favorite), and at this point the beer funneling was catching up to me because I started to feel dizzy. I held it in for as long as possible, but after several more minutes of back of forth, I made him stop and ran out of the camper stark naked to puke on the lawn.
Jake came after me and asked , “Are you ok?”
I rid myself of the contents of my stomach, wiped my face, drank some water, asked if he had gum, and then said, “Alright, let’s go back.” We resumed fucking and then fell asleep.
**Two Horny Ships Passing in the Night**
Jake and I continued our sexual escapades for the rest of the summer. My two girlfriends eventually tired or lost touch with his friend Mike, but Jake and I stayed on good terms, even though we both knew we’d barely see each other or maybe never again. I continued to reminisce about our good times and touch myself—I’ve only ever masturbated to like three guys who I had sex with; usually it is porn.
Fast-forward to a few years later. I was jonesing for a good lay, and I don’t remember if Jake called me or I called him, but we both wanted to see each other, so we made it happen. I invited him up to a bar that I knew served people who were younger than 21, and we caught up. Man, did he change. Jake told me about how he wanted to settle down into a serious relationship with someone, and he was acting like he was interested in seeing where we could go if we started seeing each other seriously. I was so turned off by this. Where was my bad boy? Where was the guy who told me his ultimate fantasy was to fuck on his quad in the woods (he really said this–aw lol)? How could I get a good fuck out of him when he’s giving me puppy eyes? Ugh.
When we got into Jake’s car, after the bar, we started going at it. I don’t remember if I initiated it or not. It felt weird–like his whole tone changed everything. He ate me out while I laid on the back seat, and this was alright I guess, but I had never really cum to cunnilingus at this point and really only started enjoying it very recently. I went along with it though. I don’t remember much of the sex, and I guess that means something. Maybe it was because we were cramped in a small part of the car, or maybe, and more likely, I was turned off at this point.
**Is It Too Late Now to Say Sorry?**
In hindsight, I kind of feel bad. I wish I could tell Jake that I am sorry for being dismissive when he was was trying to spark a more monogamous connection. But we met under different circumstances, and he had his naughty chance with me in the beginning, so maybe things came full circle. I always wanted the same thing and never lied to him about it or led him on or anything, so at least there is that. Ultimately, I just hope he is happy, and I wonder if he ever thinks of the crazy girl he fucked around with for one summer lol.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jl5tk3/one_of_the_best_fucks_ive_ever_had_a_story_fellow