I gripped his cock firmly as if to keep from falling into some deep ravine, but I had no chance. I gently squeezed his clutch of eggs, pushing him off the precipice, determined to follow him down our mutual road of pleasure.

I felt the first spasm of his meat and the explosion erupting out. It shot up and covered my chest and then his thick cum dripped down onto his own chest. That set me off. His ass contracted around my cock as he continued to pump out his seed. We each fed off the orgasm of the other. While the body that had been so at rest as I massaged it earlier was now unleashed, blasting its man juice all over us, my raging hard on emptied itself inside his chute. Wave after wave of convulsive contentment washed over us. I collapsed against him, as my seed spilled deep into his bowels, his was serving as mortar, cementing our bodies together. I felt him shudder one last time. I made no effort to withdraw, but soon my cock, which had been so hard for so long, began to deflate and, alas, slide out. We had two more climaxes apiece. He fucked me and jerked me off. Then we had an awesome 69 session with a lot or rimming.

Finally we were spent and exhausted. He straightened himself out beside me. Toe to toe, and face to face, we intertwined our legs, kissed, and propped ourselves up on our elbows. Neither of us said anything for a long, long time. It was a magic moment; we were meshed together not only in body, but also emotionally.

Ronnie broke the spell. "You think you could concentrate on a card game now?"

We both laughed. It was quite a night for firsts. It was my first night of us having real sex. And it was my first night of true love. But it was also the first night of knowing that we had reached a point in our relationship where we knew we'd be sitting together on a park bench in our eighties, never having drifted apart, always a part of each other's lives.