0 comments/ 90707 views/ 10 favorites Summer Lovers By: M J Lindsay Looking back to the summer I was eighteen I realize I was immature in many ways. For one thing, most kids my age had graduated from high school, but I still had a year to go. I missed most of fifth grade recovering from an auto accident and had to repeat it. It set me back socially as well. I was shy and still felt like an awkward adolescent. As far as sex goes, I would say that at that point I was omnisexual. Everything in the whole damn world turned me on! Girls with cute figures, guys with cute figures - a dog with a nice ass might make me hot. You get the picture. Now, what was I doing about any of this? Only what every lonely teenage boy does to release the pressure and keep the sheets dry. That is, until what I thought was a terrible idea turned out to be the sexiest thing that ever happened to me. "Mom! You can't be serious," I wailed. "You want me to spend the summer with my grandparents. What's the matter? Couldn't you find a jail that would take me?" "Zack, don't be so dramatic. You know your grandparents adore you and spoil you rotten. And they live on the beach in Southern California, for heaven's sake! Most kids would die for a chance like that." In my heart I knew Mom had a point, but I bitched for awhile anyway. The truth was that ever since my Dad died in that car wreck when I was ten, I hated to be away from Mom and my two older sisters. I never quite got over thinking I could find myself alone in the world at any minute. But Mom and my sisters were working all summer and I'd be on my own most of the time. So I finally quit complaining and got used to the idea of spending the summer getting a tan and eating my Grandma's wonderful cooking. When I got to SoCal I discovered that Grandpa had arranged for me to have a job helping out at the lifeguard station near their home. Grandpa was a great believer in hard work and he found it easy to get me hired when he proudly showed off the pictures of all my swim team ribbons. So after a couple days of stuffing myself in Grandma's kitchen and lusting after everything that moved on the streets of the small beach town, I went to work. Grandpa had told me to report to a "nice young man named Quinn." When I asked for him one of the guys shouted his name and around the corner came the hunkiest guy I had ever seen in my life. Talk about your tanned California gods! He was over six feet tall with the firm body of somebody who exercises daily, but isn't so bulked that he looks like The Hulk. He was blond, of course, with those streaks the sun brings out, but instead of the expected blue eyes, his were bright green. When he saw me, he flashed a smile that made me feel really funny inside. Funny like when I looked at the pictures in a porn magazine. "You must be Zack," he said, putting out his hand for me to shake. His hand was big and warm in mine. "Your Granddad described you very well." "Uh, what did he tell you?" I managed to ask. For some reason my throat was tight and my voice almost wouldn't come out. "He said you were the handsomest young man on the planet, not to mention the smartest and the hardest working – and, of course, the best swimmer." One of the guys who was standing around said, "And you recognized him from that?" Quinn laughed. It was a deep, warm laugh that kind of made me melt inside. "Well, it helped that he showed me a picture of him." He grinned at me again. I probably would have stood there all day, as long as I could look at Quinn, but he immediately started giving me information about my duties. There was plenty to do and I was relieved to get to it. Before I started, though, Quinn said, "We usually have a bonfire on the beach at night, just for the crew to get better acquainted. I hope you'll join us." I tried to tell myself that I eagerly agreed because I was anxious to make new friends, but, to tell the truth, if Quinn had asked me to join him in cleaning a septic tank I would have been just as eager. I worked hard all day, but it was really fun. I wore a tank top that had the lifeguard service logo on it, so lots of people smiled at me and talked to me. I'd always felt a little invisible at home, but here I was treated like a somebody. I did my best to concentrate on my assignments, but the thought that I was going to hang out with Quinn that night was always on my mind. I spent the whole dinner telling my grandparents what a great job it was and how happy I was to be there. I could tell they were really touched to hear it. I know they had worried about me a lot since the accident. I had been pretty depressed much of the time, because I survived, but Dad was gone. They were more than glad to let me go to the bonfire with my new friends. They even gave me a key to the house and told me not to worry about getting in before they went to bed. "We hit the sack early," said Grandpa, "and the kids around here like to stay on the beach pretty late." "Just be sure you get enough sleep to get up for work," added Grandma. I promised I would and eagerly headed back to the beach. Most of the crew was there, minus a few who had told the others they had "hot dates." The guys laughed about what a babe magnet the logo tank tops were. "There is just something about a lifeguard that makes them want to get their sweet little hands on you," said a guy named Mike and all the others laughed and nodded. I was wondering why Quinn didn't have a date, since he was clearly the best looking guy there and his shirt even said "head lifeguard." Surely he could have had his pick of any girl on the beach. "Maybe he just feels like he needs to be with his crew," I thought. He might have a girl coming by later. We hung out for a couple of hours and then the guys started drifting away. Finally it was just Quinn and me sitting by the fire. I thought he'd excuse himself, but instead he moved over next to me on the log where I was sitting and started asking me about myself. I told him about my home town, my school, and stuff. Before I realized it I was telling him about my Dad and how rough it had been without him. "I'm so sorry, Zack," he said, and shocked me by putting his arm around me and pulling me up against his side. I told myself he was just comforting me like he would a small child and I really did feel better leaning on him. We talked about Quinn's life, too. He told me he was 21 and would be a college senior in the fall. He was studying architecture. Eventually the subject got around to sex, as it always seems to with guys. He asked me what my sexual experiences had been like. "Lonesome, since I was the only one there," I admitted. "Well, there was the time I got a girl to rub my dick a couple of strokes through my clothes and the time I got another one to let me put my hands under her t-shirt. It would have been more exciting if she hadn't been wearing a bra." "Ever do anything with a guy?" he asked. That question and the fact that he was still holding me to his side gave me an instant boner. "A couple of circle jerks in junior high," I told him. "Did you like it?" "Yeah," I was surprised to hear myself admit. "But the guys lost interest fast and went out looking for girlfriends. "Do you think you'd want to do more with a guy?" I'm not stupid so I knew what he was saying. "If the guy was you, I think I'd want to do anything." "Are you sure? I'm a lot older than you and I know who I am, but this might not be right for you. If you have any doubts, just tell me and that will be the end of it. We can be very good friends without having sex, Zack. I really care about you already." Looking at him in the firelight I knew I'd hate myself forever if I let this chance pass. "I'm sure," I told him and suddenly I truly was. "Stand up, then, and we'll give you something to remember besides jacking off." I stood and faced him as he sat on the log. I expected him to pull down my swim trunks and get right at it, but instead he stood up, too, and kissed me on the lips. When I had thought of what gay guys do, I'd never thought about a tender kiss like that. It melted me right down to my bare feet. He put his tongue in my mouth and sucked on my lower lip in a way that nearly made me come, then and there. We kissed for what seemed like forever and it felt so right. The slight prickle of his five-o'clock shadow, making it very clear that this was a man in my arms, made me so hot. Eventually he began to kiss my neck and then worked his way down my chest, licking and nibbling in a way that made me so hard it hurt. All the time he was telling me how handsome I am and how he'd been wanting to do this from the minute he met me. I was stammering how gorgeous he was and how I had wanted this, too, even though I hadn't admitted it to myself. Mostly, though, I was groaning and trying to breathe. When his mouth reached my waist he eased down my trunks and freed my raging hard-on. "May I kiss your beautiful cock, Zack?" he asked. My knees started to buckle and I just kept groaning, "Yes, yes, yes!" He sat down on the log and took me in his mouth. My God, I'd had no idea anything could feel so good! He slid his lips all the way down to my balls and then pulled back, licking the length of my shaft and then the slit at the end. He had my ass cheeks in his hands and he kept pulling me toward his face and then stroking back again, doing wonderful things with his tongue and even biting me gently. I wanted this to last forever and I tried to hold back, but eighteen years of horniness got the better of me and I told him, "I'm cumming!" way too soon. I expected him to pull off, but he kept sucking me and moaned with what sounded like pleasure when I shot a blast into his throat. He must have swallowed my cum because it was nowhere to be found when he finally took his mouth off of me. Without thinking about it, I dropped to my knees and kissed him on the mouth. I could taste myself when I plunged my tongue in. "Let me do it to you," I begged. I suddenly needed to do that so bad! "You don't have to. A lot of first-timers don't want to." "I want to! I've GOT to!" He flashed that bone-melting grin. "Well, don't let me stop you, then." I pulled down his swimsuit and looked at his cock for the first time. It was about the same length as mine, but thicker. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I reached out and stroked it with my hand and felt myself getting hard all over again. I was going to get to suck this hard, wonderful cock! "Let's lay down," Quinn suggested. He settled himself on his back in the sand and I lay down between his legs. Damn, it was exciting just to be there, close enough to smell him and to see the little drop of precum glistening on the head of his cock. He groaned when I put my mouth on him and then I just went crazy. I didn't think about what I was doing at all, I just let myself go and did everything that felt good. I licked, sucked and chewed on every part of his prick, and rubbed his hairy balls. He kept telling me how wonderful it was, that he loved what I was doing. My own cock was hard as a rock again. "I'm cumming, Zack," he panted and I plunged my mouth to the root of his cock and was rewarded with a hot jet of his cum in my throat. I couldn't swallow it all, but I did the best I could. Some of the big load dripped out when he pulled out of my mouth after a couple of wonderful minutes. He urged me up on top of him then and held me. I'd never felt so close to another human being. We lay like that for a long time. "I can't help but notice that you seem to be ready for another go-round," Quinn finally said. My prick was still as hard as it can get. "I live in that little cabin right there. Do you want to come in for more?" Naturally I followed him into his cabin. It was a one-room place with a kitchenette and a small bathroom. There were a couple of chairs and a TV and a great big bed. He led me right to it. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom packet and a tube. I assumed he planned to ass-fuck me, which excited me, but scared me a little, too. He ripped open the package, but instead of putting the rubber on himself, he grabbed my cock and slipped it over my hard-on. "I get checked regularly and I know I'm healthy, but wear this anyway. ALWAYS wear one. Take care of yourself for all of us who care about you, OK?" I nodded, too choked-up to talk. Between knowing that I was going to get to fuck him first and that he really cared about me, I was blown-away. He lay down on the bed on his back. "I like it doggie-style most of the time," he told me, "but this time I want to watch your face while you fuck me." He handed me the tube, which was a lubricant, and told me to rub it on and in his asshole. I loved the feeling of touching him there, especially when I put my finger inside him. He then told me to put some on the rubber. "It's lubed, but you have a pretty big cock and I haven't done this for awhile so I might need extra." "Why haven't you done it?" "I like to keep this for men I really have feelings for." I didn't know what to say, but I knew that I loved this man. I knew he would always be my first true love. He slid to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs and I eased my cock into his asshole. The heat and the tightness of it felt great even before I started stroking in and out. Somehow I just knew what the rhythm of it should be, even though I'd never fucked anything but the palm of my hand and Quinn's sweet, hot mouth. I kept telling him how great it felt and he kept encouraging me to do it as hard as felt good to me. "I want you all," he said. "Pound me with your hard cock, lover!" He was stroking his own prick as we fucked and watching my face. The orgasm, when it came, was the most explosive of my young life. Seeing him come right afterwards only made it better. I stayed inside him for as long as I could, and then pulled my deflated penis out of his hole. He got up then, kissed me, and went into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, damp washcloth and peeled the filled condom off of me, then washed me. He cleaned his own stomach and then lay down on the bed and motioned me to join him. He pulled me against him, spoon-fashion and held me for a long time. Finally I said, "Do you want to fuck me now?" "You have no idea how much, but I don't think you're ready." "Oh, I want to, Quinn. I want to very much." "I know you do, sweetheart, but I don't think your body is ready. An asshole isn't really designed for a cock to plunge right in, you know. It will hurt like hell." "That's OK," I told him. "I really want you there." "And I'll be there, I promise," he said, kissing the back of my neck. "But let's make you ready for it slowly so you can really enjoy your first time." "How?" "Let's start with something a lot smaller than my cock. Give me the lubricant." I handed him the tube and he rubbed a generous amount on his index finger and told me to roll onto my stomach. When I did he rubbed lube on my asshole and put his finger in me. It felt wonderful! It surprised me because I always hated it when the doctor did that. He worked his finger around inside my hole, stroking and stretching the walls while I imagined it was his cock in there. He worked on it for several minutes. "Am I ready yet?" I asked, eagerly. "It's going to take more than my finger to do that job. We'll work at it over time and I promise it will be worth it." I groaned with disappointment. In later years I realized what a loving thing he did for me. Several of my gay friends suffered intense pain their first time and their selfish lovers couldn't have cared less. He gave me another satisfying blow-job while he fingered my ass and then sent me home to get some sleep. Everyday after that went by in a haze of happiness. I worked all day, sneaking touches and kisses with Quinn whenever I could get away with it. Every night we'd gather at the bonfire where several of the guys became my life-long friends. After they left we'd go in Quinn's cabin and make love for hours. We loved to sixty-nine and he often let me fuck him. Over the next few days we'd finish each night's lovemaking with Quinn stretching my hole with a bigger and bigger dildo, ending with a huge one that I couldn't believe, when I first saw it, was ever going to go in there. Finally it did, however, and after he fucked me with it Quinn left it in my ass while he blew me. God, it was the best feeling! Finally our special night arrived. I was so excited at the bonfire that I nearly came in my shorts just thinking about what we were going to do. When we went into the cabin I was touched to see that Quinn had set up a romantic scene. There were candles lit all over the room and soft music was playing. He started by massaging me all over with a great smelling oil and then he let me massage him. He told me with a grin that the oil was edible and proceeded to lick and suck all over my body – except my prick. "I'm saving that for later," he told me. I tried to do the same for him, but he said he couldn't wait much longer to make love to me. Finally he put on a condom and rubbed lubricant all over it. He rolled me over and had me get on my knees with my butt in the air. I couldn't believe how excited I was and just a little scared. As if he could read my mind he whispered, "Don't worry, my cock is smaller than the last two dildos we used. This won't hurt, lover, I promise." I felt him rub lube on my hole and then his cockhead touched me. I almost came right then. He slowly worked his way into me and he was right, it didn't hurt at all. It felt so good! His hard, warm cock was inside my body in the most intimate way two men can be together. I could feel tears of happiness in my eyes. He started stroking inside me in the most exciting way. When he got the rhythm going he reached around and grabbed my hard cock. I'd tried to do this for him when I'd fucked him doggie-style, but I'd always get so caught up in my own orgasm that I'd let go. Quinn didn't let go. He pounded into my ass and slid his hand up and down on my prick at the same time until we came at nearly the same moment. I was sobbing with happiness and telling him over and over how much I loved him and he was saying the same to me. The rest of the summer was full of hot sex and warm kisses. I wanted it to go on forever. Finally the time came for me to go home. I sobbed on Quinn's shoulder for what must have been an hour on our last night together. "Zack, I wish things were different, too, but I have to go back to college and you have to go finish high school. This summer was magical, but we have to go back to our real lives now. And, Zack, don't make any rash promises about keeping yourself for me until we can be together again. (Which is exactly what I was going to do.) You're a young man with lots of experience now. You'll need sex soon and often. So will I. We'll never forget each other, but we'll move on as we were meant to do. Get together with any willing partner who attracts you – you might even give girls another chance. But, please, always remember that your first partner truly loved you and will remember you for the rest of his life." At that we made beautiful love for the last time. I did move on. In fact I was quite a slut for awhile there. It was amazing how many gay guys I found in my home town, once I really started looking. I even gave girls another chance and failed miserably. I really liked Sue and had been dating her for about three months when I tried to have intercourse with her. When I couldn't get it up, she thought it was her fault, but I told her about my gay experiences and she was great about it. She's still one of my best friends and last year she and her husband did me the honor of making me godfather to their first baby. I've kept in touch with Quinn, although we were never together again in the sexual sense. He found his true mate in his senior year and they settled down together in San Diego, where Quinn is a rising star in architecture and his partner, Bill, is an assistant District Attorney. I'm getting my Masters in economics right now and six months ago I met the man I hope will be my life partner, but that's a story for another time. Summer Lovers My name is Todd and growing up in a small town in Indiana was never easy especially for a boy who knew there was something different about him, for me well it was the fact that I found looking at guys more appealing than looking at girls. I guess at the time I knew I was gay but didn't own up to it until one day in the summer of 1998 when I was home for summer break from college a new guy moved onto my block. His name was Dexter, Dex for short. One day I was at the local pond hanging out and swimming when he came walking out of the woods. I called him over and he introduced himself. I asked him if he wanted to hang out and he did which made me happy he was wearing these tight running shorts which made it hard to hide the fact that he was packing a large one. I tried not to stare but it became really hard to do when he dove into the water and came back out with his short even tighter than before. We laid back on the grass looking up at the darkening sky, he told me his family had just moved here from Nevada, that his dad had been transferred for his job, that he was there to help his family get settled while on break from his college. His parents wanted him to transfer to state college here, but he was unsure if he wanted to do that. He hated the thought of leaving his friends and being able to go out in the desert and ride his dune buggy, he wasn't able to bring it with him here his dad told him there wouldn't be any place here to drive it. So they sold it and he had gotten the money from it. He asked me what there was to do around here for fun, I told him not much unless you were willing to drive about 20 miles to the next town which was bigger and had more to do. Around here there was the combo bowl and skating rink, it was so lame but it was all there was. It was getting dark but I really didn't want to go home, but Dex said he had to get going so we headed home. We got to my house and he noticed how close we were. "Hey, I just live down the block," he said. "That's cool maybe we could hang out sometime, I got some great video games in the basement at my house," I said hopeful he would say yes. "That sounds great, I'll see you later," he said and headed towards his house. A few days later I was working out in the front yard when I saw him walking towards my house. I was hopeful that he would stop by. My heart raced as he turned up the driveway and headed towards me. "Hey man, how you doing," he said as he approached. "Great, what are you up to?" "Bored that's what," he sighed. "Me too really, I just have to finish this up real quick then we can head down to my room and hang out and play those games if you want?" "Sounds great to me you need some help with this," he said picking up the box. "Thanks," I said. We finished in the garage and headed into the house my mom and dad were there and I introduced them to Dex, they reminded me that it was card night at David and Melinda's. They would be gone most of the night as usual when they went over there. I told them that Dex and I were going to be hanging out in my room playing video games. "Don't forget before you go to bed to check the doors and windows and set the alarm," my mom said. "I know mom, no problem," I said a little aggravated especially since I have been doing it nearly every night since my sister died. My parents left and we grabbed some sodas and headed down to my room. The basement was separated off, one side was the wash room and storage with the furnace and stuff, the other side there was a paneled false wall which made it into my room. Opening the door we walked in and Dex looked around my room nothing special really my bed which was a queen size mattress on the floor, a black leather sofa in front of a large T.V. and stand, my dresser and built in closet, my walls filled with band posters, poison, kiss, led zeppelin. "Wow, this is a great room man, I wish mine looked like this," he said with a smile. "Yeah it's great I just wish my room in the dorm was this size, its really tiny but it works for now. I want to be able to move off campus next year when I can have a smaller class load and be able to work full time instead of part-time." "That's exactly what I want to do too, but with this move for my parents they want me to change colleges. I really want to stay at UNLV, I like being in Vegas, its always a party." "Sounds like fun there. Life here is much slower and less glamour. IU is cool but its not like being some place where its cool to be different." "I know what you mean." "So what will it be I have lots of different games." We went over to the shelf and chose a game and began playing slouched down on the couch our fingers moving the buttons, cursing when things didn't go quite the way we wanted. After a while we paused for a break, and Dex went over to the shelf and began looking over the movies I had. "Hey you want to watch a movie?" "Sure, what do you feel like watching?" "Anything is good." Dex started moving movies around on the shelf then turned around with a start. "Ah huh, look what I found," he said holding up a movie in his hand. My face was beet red, he had found my porn stash. I wasn't sure what I should say or do. If I were to watch this with him I'm not sure what would happen, I didn't know if I could control myself around him or not. Most likely not. "I'm not sure if that would be a good idea." "Why not, where did you get it?" "I sniped it off my roommate." "Well, come on let's watch it." "Okay, if you want to." I went over turned off the game and popped the movie in. On the way back to the couch I hit the light switch. The tape began like any other porn tape, advertisements for phone sex, sex toys, and other porn movies with different stars. "Hey something I should tell you about this movie, a part of it turns really weird I usually fast forward past it," I lied I never miss that part usually it's the other way around I fast forward to that part and rewind a watch it again. "Why what wrong with it?" "Well it's sort of gay." "Cool I want to see it." With that I thought my cock was going to bust through the seams of my jeans. We sat watching through two girls going down a well hung dude, his cock jetting in and out of their mouths. My cock was straining wanting out of its confines, so I unzipped my pants and let it loose. I began stroking my cock, I looked over and Dex was doing the same. His cock was hard and thick, my mouth watered wanting to taste it. Before we knew it the part was on the screen I had been waiting for the two dudes were going down on each other hot and heavy, I pushed my jeans down to my knees. My hand pumping wildly on my cock as I looked over at Dex I could see him sliding his hand up and down his cock watching the events on the screen intently. While stroking with my left hand, I moved my right down between my legs my fingers stroking my hole, a digit moving into it. My brain was on melt-down with Dex on my left so close I could reach out and latch onto his cock with no problem which was sending me over the edge. My hips were thrusting my cock through my hand, my finger filling my hole but I wanted more and I knew it. I could hear Dex's breaths becoming labored, I looked over and he was no longer watching the screen but was watching me. Our eyes locked on each other, I didn't know what to do. But he did, he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. If I thought my brain was going to explode before it was reaching critical mass right now, I even think my cock got harder with the feel of his mouth on my sensitive skin. My hand which was stroking was now rubbing his back up and down, then on the back of his head giving encouragement. The moans coming out us both gave me encouragement that this was okay with him. At one point Dex stopped and looked up at me with a smile on his face, I guess it was a mutual idea, we separated and took off the rest of our clothes moved to the floor, moved into a 69 position and began sucking each others cocks. Having his cock finally in my mouth was elating, my body was on cruise control, my hips moving with rhythm in and out of his mouth, my fingers exploring his hole which was easy at the angle. I'm not even sure how long this went on it felt like a long time but I don't think it was. Dex moved off me and turned to face me, his face was close to mine his eyes glazed over, he leaned in and I kissed him. My first real kiss, the kind I had wanted. Our lips touched, then our tongues explored. After that we were in each others arms kissing, touching wherever we could reach. It was extremely hot and moving. We continued holding each other and kissing for awhile, then slowly we ended up with him spooning me, at once I felt his cock poking at my backside. He was rubbing it up and down my crack, kissing my neck holding me tight. He grabbed the lube and I felt him rubbing it on his cock and over my hole, then I felt him pressing his cock against my hole, pushing the tip inside. I felt such pain as he pushed inside, but yet pleasure as well. "You alright?" he said whispering in my ear. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you?" "I have never done anything like this you know, it's awesome how good you feel, your so tight on my cock." "More, please." With that he thrust forward and I thrust back into him, before I knew it we were fucking hard and fast, I had rolled over to my knees and his was thrusting hard into my ass. I was stroking my cock furiously trying keep pace with Dex so that we could cum together. We changed positions again I on my back my leg draped over his shoulders, he was pushing his cock in and out of my ass, yet tenderly planting kisses on my chest, neck, and lips. It was the most erotic thing that I had ever felt even in my wildest dreams. The room was full of the smell of sex, sweat, and the sounds of us groaning together with each stroke of his cock. Again stroking my cock so that we could cum together, his breaths were as ragged as mine, I felt his body go stiff and knew he was about to cum, I looked him in the eye. "Yes, cum for me." "I'm cumming." With final strokes we came together, his deep inside my ass, mine on both our chests. Dex collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, we held each other for a long while as we came down from our euphoric ride we had just taken together. "Are you okay with this?" "The question is Dex are you okay with it?" "I am, I didn't think I could ever do such a thing. I don't know if this makes me gay or just curious. But I loved being with you Todd I really did. What's more I think I'd like to do it again, but this time I want to you to be inside of me." "I could think of nothing else that would give me more pleasure than to be with you again. I do know that I am gay, I hope that won't change the way we are as friends, I hope what has happened between us doesn't change that fact either, I am glad that we met and even more glad that we have shared our first times together." "Nothing that has or will happen will change the fact that we are friends, even sleeping together now or in the future I count us as being the best of friends and lovers." The rest of the night we held each other making love to each other, he to me and me to him. He seemed to like it as much as I. After that night we spent as much time as we could together before we both had to head back to school. We kept in touch by phone and on the computer but after six months it got too hard so we decided that I should transfer to UNLV, my parents weren't too happy about me moving out of state but in the end allowed it. Dex and I moved into a small apartment together, we are happier I think than we could ever have hoped to have been. We love each other very much and support each others choices, though I know I am gay, Dex has come to realize that he is bi-sexual. I trust him with everything including my heart, we do everything together as a couple and I mean everything.