We’re fucking dating. It’s bizarre. But amazing. I’ve never experienced this kind of bliss.

Of course we haven’t left the house. There hasn’t been much of a reason to, especially after being snowed in for days. We’ve kept the shades down, blocking out the world while we lie by the fire or on the couch, touching and kissing and fucking…

Jesus, the fucking… I never knew I could come so much in one consolidated amount of time. The kid is insatiable, and I’m just trying to keep up. But my sex drive seems to have jumpstarted back into teenager mode. I guess that’s what he does to me.

I suppose this is when our loner qualities come in handy. There isn’t anyone knocking down our doors, looking to check in and uncover our secret relationship. We’re holed up in a world of unwavering lust, and new love. It’s fantastic.

Yet we both know it can’t last like this… It isn’t realistic. And it certainly isn’t fair for me to expect Jesse to remain a dirty little secret of mine. The more we go on, the more I want to take him out. To say fuck it to society’s rules and kiss him in a crowded room…

It’s a need that’s been bubbling inside me, more and more with every minute we spend building this relationship… Building us.

Our vacation couldn’t come at a better time. I’m counting down the minutes until we leave for St. Barth. I can’t wait to get him on a beach.

We’re in my bedroom. We just finished packing, because even though we don’t leave for another two days, we’re so excited we can’t even contain ourselves. Jesse canceled our reservation at the resort when he found a private villa at this super nice, secluded spot. They had an opening, which was lucky, and he pounced on it. I have to say, I’m thrilled at how he’s taken over planning our little excursion. I’m such a control freak in most things, it feels nice to be taken care of; spoiled, in a sense.

And by a gorgeous young hottie, no less.

Who am I?? What is this new euphoric life I lead?

Lying in my bed, watching random TV, Jesse saunters into the room freshly showered, in nothing but a towel. My dick is stirring instantly as he finishes drying off and drops it, giving me a coy look before crawling into the bed, snuggling under the covers. He presses his smooth naked flesh to mine and I’m fucking drooling… At the feel of him, the scent of him. Everything.

If you had asked me a week ago if the feel of taunt muscles and a hard cock grazing my thigh would turn me into a ravenous fiend, I’d laugh in your face and call you a deranged lunatic.

But now… Well, let’s just say I’m having very little reservations about revoking my own straight card.

Pulling Jesse into my arms, I position him so he’s half-straddling me, our erections filling rapidly as we rub them together. He’s been sleeping in my bed every night, and I love it way too much. Without even needing to talk about it, he started moving things in here. And now his clothes and shoes are everywhere. He’s a permanent fixture in my bedroom.