Him

I opened my eyes and the room was half dark. All I could think about was how his arms snaked around me in a warm bear hug. His pillows were soft, his blanket even more comforting on that warm autumn night. Our skins touched each other, wallowing in that hungry naked embrace. I was lying still and could feel his heartbeat thumping against my shoulder blades. He was a good six inches taller than me and in my fetal crouched frame, I fit perfectly in his spooning body. He was sniffing my hair. 

"What do I smell like?" I lazily enquired, wanting to see if he was dozing off. 

"You smell of a combination of different things. Sex, dried sweat, smoke and fabric," he drawled, after careful thought and sniffing me once again. 

I felt the masculine caress of his 5 o'clock beard shadow against my neck. My body shivered as I closed my eyes, trying to remember the events of a few hours ago.

We had met only a few hours ago that night, or rather that morning. The wee hours of the morning to be exact. It was a Saturday night and I decided to go out hit the town and find something to amuse me. I honestly don't remember much of the events leading to how I met Trent, not that it matters anymore.

All I could remember now is arriving at a rather busy club on the strip. The place was packed and everyone was hitting it off with one another. I managed to find myself in a cubicle with one guy in cargo shorts, white T shirt and a baseball cap (very preppy), which went against the sea of naked bodies and leather clad men of the night. Preppy Man and I started kissing in private and he turned me around, bent me down and mounted me - wrapped. Zzzzzzzz, went my hard on. I checked because I wasn't sure, since he was rock hard. But he was cute in a basebally kinda way so I let him open me up for what I hope would be the real fuckers of the night. Plural form wish list.

But everything conspired against me. Amongst the plethora of men, I either got approached by those I didn't like or I approached men who weren't interested in me. So for a very long time, in fact for almost half the night, I felt like I was a fly in the walls of many rooms, all filled with naked, gyrating men having sex with one another. Observing everything, taking in all the action, but participating only with my eyes. There were men being sucked, bottoms being banged in slings, couples pairing off in cubicles, cumdumps with their butts up in the air in dark corners and and orgies in not so dark corners. And yet on and on and on I cruised and walked. I wanted to call it a night because although there were no clocks and I couldn't tell the time, you could tell it was getting late because the crowd eventually thinned out, until there were nothing but the starfishes in the dimly lit corners of the fuck bench waiting for the sea of men that finally ebbed out.

I knew it was time to go home when I counted three bottoms congregating in one corner, all with their butts greased up for the absent tops they were hoping to find. I just didn't realize the night would be so un-action packed for me amidst the flurry of those horny men, since I was not publicly announcing my desperation with such abandoned apathy.

And then I felt, rather than saw, Trent's tall silhouette.

He too was looking at the beached echinoderms. The light was against his face, but he could see mine as I glanced his way. He unzipped his jeans and I felt my feet go forward towards him and his big paw met my neck halfway through and guided me down to his crotch. The whole maneuvre happened in half a second and I was sucking his already hard cock in no time. I swallowed like a hungry guppy, all the way down to his bushy pubes, as his right fingers snaked its way to my still greasy butt underneath my loose jeans. 

After a while I noticed something was odd. The room was deadly quiet you could hear a pin drop. The thumping techno music had suddenly stopped and the air con had been turned off. The place was closing down!

Trent hurriedly got me up on to knees, turned me around and spread my legs open with his right foot, while his strong hands pinned my upper body down. It was all so sudden that my torso made a loud thudding sound on the fuck bench and the other bottoms stood up aside and gave way as they watched in awe at the spectacle that what was about to unfold in front of them. With his slick cock glistening with my spit, Trent mounted me in one swift jab and was fucking me like a mad man. Everything happened too fast that I was caught by surprise. My mind was still half focused on the PA announcing that the place was closing down and would everybody on the premises please make their way out. 

I was hoping the crowd would filter out and leave us alone.  Mentally I was judging all these anonymous cum hole bottoms in the dark, only to be displacing them in full public display. Now it was their turn to witness my own humiliation. No matter how I tried to stand up, Trent kept pushing me down with his body weight. The PA went off a second time, this time some of the hall lights went on, illuminating the previously dark club. I tried to stand up again, faced him and opened my mouth to protest. And it was then that he kissed me. 

It was like being electrocuted. One kiss from a stranger barebacking me in public. His breath was a mixture of alcohol and clean saliva, his lips as sweet as any Taylor Swift song. The kiss went on and on and it felt like an eternity, but in reality it was just a few seconds.

Finally managing to wriggle my way out of his bear hug, I gasped an audible "No" in protest. That single word froze him for an instant and I took the opportunity to pull my jeans up, while Trent was momentarily immobilised. Shooting him a sharp look of reprimand for what he was doing and in a lower voice I said "Not here. Not in public. Fuck me outside if you want." And then I put my shirt back on.

For a moment I thought he was going to stay and not come with me. His movements were back to slow motion as if he were retrieving himself from his annoyed state of coitus interruptus. I was already out in the doorway adjusting my belt, watching him put his shirt back on. We were looking at each other, both wondering what to do. This could very well go south!

The final PA, now louder than ever, got announced. Will everyone get the friggin hell out! I turned and marched out of the venue into the brisk dawn morning air. I walked slowly back to where my car was and then, after a while, I felt Trent's presence again. He was now silently walking a step back beside me. I knew it was him from the shadow he cast in front of us, and I wanted him again. My eyes darted into the side streets scoping for a dark alley. He wanted to fuck me like a dog? I'll be a dog! I just didn't want an audience full of pissed off bottoms.

"We can go to my place," he spoke for the very first time, as if reading my sideway glances. Oh, now he wants me to be a civilized dog?! Funny how manners and human behavior shift sideways like that.

"Okay," I nodded back. "I'll follow you then," I said as we both went into our respective cars. 

My hands on the steering wheel were shaking as I tailed him. They were quivering as if convulsing from the residue of the electric shock of our kiss. Or maybe it was the cold morning breeze? I really don't know. I focused on the car in front of me as I followed him home. God, I've never wanted a man so much, I thought as I shakily drove. 

His whole demeanour changed again one shade lighter when we reached his place. Suddenly the rough sodomizer became a gracious gentleman offering me a glass of water as we entered his house. His sexual intent however hadn't abated. 

We hastily undressed, kissed and then flung the bedcovers away and hopped into bed in a sexual embrace, both hungry for each other! Now that there was no audience, I gave in to the abandon of lust and desire. He ate my ass like it was a sweet, juicy watermelon on a summery beach, licking and slurping the flesh as his tongue darted in and out making me purposely wet. I knew what he wanted when he put both my legs on his shoulders and mounted me missionary style. (I've always wondered why it was called missionary, but reading his facial expression, his intent to go about his mission was crystal clear). 

His face came into focus in the morning light shining from the windows and I saw for the first time how good looking he really was. Some would even go as far as describing it as handsome. My eyes were like saucers drinking in his facial reaction as he entered my bare ass for the second time that night. His eyes were like sleets of some alien life form when his fleshy cock parted my warm anal passage. His groan was involuntary and guttural.

He fucked me.

No longer resisting him due to stage fright, I opened my body to him, receiving him with the same level of hunger that he showed. The more he thrust inside of me, the more wet and hungry he made us both. His naked cock was fully engorged and felt massive, like a wild, cornered animal in a warm dead end cave. We only paused once to kiss. It became too sweet for him because he pulled us apart and rammed into my body, all the way into my prostate.

And then I came.

My cock slowly spurted semen with each sadistic thrust he made. Both my hands were on his nipples urging him on. My orgasm felt like I was pissing but instead of urine, sperm seeped out. It was so warm, ropey and beautiful that my whole body opened up and demanded to drink from his hard cock. I wanted to replace the fluid that left my body with his. It didn't take long for him either, because he growled a final howl and moaned in low baritones as his orgasm swept him in long, slow waves. Spurt after spurt of semen left his massive ball sac, travelled up his shaft and swam their way inside my body. The room spun for both of us as we both groaned like wounded soldiers in a trench after a grenade just exploding and tearing us to a million pieces. Trent was a good fifty pounds heavier than me and my spine was taking the brunt, as he continued to be buried inside my butt, collapsed on top of my body oblate.

I gently eased him off me so I could recoil back into a horizontal position as he kept groaning, not wanting to pull out, so I kept him in. In a scissor like movement I laid him diagonally across me, making sure our thighs were still joined in a sticky, ebbing fuck. The dawn light from outside shone on his hairy sweaty chest, that heaved up and down and I couldn't help but look at his face again, his eyes shut firmly in subdued ecstasy. Yep, he was definitely handsome.

He must have noticed that he was in a vulnerable position because he suddenly moved away and then with his big arms scooped me upwards, spun me around and then he spooned me. One big final groan of his entire face into my neck, he sent arrows of shivers down my spine and we both drifted off to sleep.

I've debated in my head a million times, whether I should blog about this fuck. He doesn't seem the type to trawl the net reading through people's sexual blogs, but if he reads this, he would instantly know. I've attempted to shut out the memory of Trent for the last month or so because I wanted to keep him private -- just for myself. But his mental power over me is omnipotent. I keep thinking of him every night since then. I keep wanting him every night since then. Not a day has gone by without me wanting him again. He killed everything for me. Everything.

Everything that I blog about after this, is going to be post-Trent. I have so much more stuff to write about but my mind is blocking me from writing it, because I keep going back to that first night with him. This whole blog is about sex, not a love story, so I won't bore you with my emotional feelings for Trent and how we have continued on after that first night.

It's funny how somebody can find you if you just lie still long enough to be found.

Frisksteam Part 2

The tongue was wet and warm. And it felt enormously long, because he was lapping me in long dog like motions. I had no concept of time, and I was still so tired and half asleep. My body responded to his rimming and he must have noticed me waking up because he became hungier for ass. I arched my back in order to give him the best angle to my butt lips.

Then a second shadow appeared just above my head and I saw a guy in a towel stroking his cock watching me being rimmed. Nice bulge, so I nudged my head towards his crotch and he parted the towel to reveal a beautiful stiffening 8 incher. I opened my mouth and slowly sucked his cock until it was hard as a rock. A third shadow appeared and the room became darker. The third guy was fondling himself taking in the action in front of him.

My ass was wet and lubed and I felt guy no 1 stand up position his cock just in front of my ass lips. He felt average but was quite a gentle fucker, so I easily opened up and clamped on his cock. My left hand snaked down to the area just below my balls and felt his balls, fondling them gently. I wanted to check if he had a rubber on. He had none. The naughty shadow was fucking me bareback.

My right hand had my poppers so I took a whiff and continued to suck on cock no 2 with gusto. I was in full doggy position now, not caring who these guys were. They weren't the college kid and his dealer friend from earlier, that much I know. These were grown men. Not old ones, and no one fat, by their silhouettes. Good solid, stocky men!

Guy No 2 was parting my ass cheeks for the first guy and it was clear from his pre-cum that he wanted to ride too. After what seemed like a long time, we all heard a muffled grunt from Top no 1 as he came deep inside my gut. The third shadow replaced the second in the oral department as Guy No 2 positioned himself between my glistening butt cheeks, now dripping with cum. There was no question about it, this was pure raw sex. He was much bigger so I took a deep toke of the popper bottle and welcomed his fat dick inside my warm slick ass. He must have felt the silky residue of cum, because he was groaning on impact, sliding in and out like a lust crazed madman.

The noises we were making attracted an even larger crowd. I had no idea of how many were there, but I was clearly the slut of the early hour. I have never been gang banged before, and certainly not in public. So this was clearly a first for me on all counts, and I decided to let go of my inhibitions, and unleashed my inner pig. Shadow Guy No 3 turned out to be a black man. Bingo! I love men of color. His dick was even bigger than the first two. But since my ass took a lashing from two tops already, his fat 9 incher got in without a problem. My inner thigh was dripping with cum, I could feel it. And so did he. Because he pulled out and ate everything that was dripping from my hole. We were both in pig heaven. His fat lips felt great and he was moaning very loudly as I pushed out some of the sperm trapped inside me and dribbling it into his awaiting tongue.

The room got even more crowded and now more men were watching! But because it was darker, I was getting bolder. And they weren't just watching. The sexual energy we were all giving out was electrifying and everyone must have gotten zapped, because no one was standing idly. They all had their cocks out - white, black, brown, you name it, in all shapes and sizes, both cut and uncut. Some of them were making out as they waited for their turn to mount me. Some just wanted to eat me out, some just wanted to get sucked. It was definitely a public orgy. And I was in the center of it all.

I didn't have time to blush, because Black Guy No 3 was having an epilepsy of an orgasm. His whole body was shivering and shaking until he fell in a sweaty heap on top of me. I gasped because my lungs were crushed into the fuck bench. Fortunately a kind man pulled him up, so that he could take aim at my ass. This one was White Guy No 4 with an average but thick cock. By now my own ass was getting too serviced that I felt really opened up.

It's true what you see on porn TV. The more sperm a bottom soaks in the more his body will be charged up and get hungry for more - truly a testosterone protein shake! My brain went into overdrive. I was powerless to get up, and my ass took over my brain, as it got hungier and thirstier for cock and seed. The tops in the dark room reacted to each other's electric performance and as one came, a finger would replace it to verify the freshly ejaculated fluid that the next top would promptly use for lube.

Amongst the chaos of the orgy, there are still some gems. One of the tops who just fucked me for what seemed ages and having come, made his way to where he started. In my mouth. I was cleaning out his cock and then he knelt down and whispered into my ear. "I came inside you." Really, you think, I thought!? What was my first clue? "But you don't have to worry, I'm clean," he said, trying to reassure me.

His cleanliness rubbed off on me. For by that time I really felt dirty. I stood up and headed for the showers.

Where did all these men suddenly come from? I realized there must be an early morning crowd for Steamworks that I was previously not aware of. For the place was now decently populated once more. No more empty halls.

As I stood under the hot showers, I made a mental calculation of how many men fucked me or knocked me up. I guessed no more than ten, for by the time the orgy went into full swing, the other bottoms were getting fucked too. I wasn't the only one bottoming. It just so happened that I was the one in the middle of it all, lying face down, butt up in the fuck bench. Going back to my locker, I checked my phone and saw half a dozen messages from my friend looking for me, wondering where I was? It was 3 in the afternoon, and my stomach was rumbling! I was starving. How long was I there, you do the maths?!

As I staggered out of the place, I saw a long line of new patrons about to come in. All yummy. I saw a hot young black kid returning my gaze. I quickly looked away, re-locking my inner pig into a fetal position inside my mind, exited the place and drove away to meet my friend for a very, very late lunch.

Frisksteam Part 1

Ok I have to admit, I've been a slut lately. Not just any slut, but a very big one! I would like to think I only find myself in this unchartered territory once a year or at least when I am off work or on vacation. But who am I kidding, right?

So here goes the gory details of my recent debauchery.

My friend wanted to go to Steamworks and not wanting to drive, I offered to take him. It was a Saturday night after all, and the night sounded promising. So we went at around 10 pm, the place was packed with a few hot guys so we had a few fun (I won't bore you with the details). After a while, the crowd thinned out and the action got weaker and weaker, so we decided we've had enough, so we called it quits at 4 am and went home.

Or so I thought.

Back home, something was nagging me. I didn't get fucked or fucked. It's not sex without penetration in my books and since I've had just mostly oral, and worse fondling sessions only, I was wondering if the internet would offer anything more substantial, so I logged on to the Craigslist and saw a post that I just couldn't resist. The kid was 28 years old, 6'1, weight proportinal and advertised himself as a bare top with a nice 7 inch cock, wanting to have some fun…NOW. We exchanged mails, pics and digits, thinking I'd keep him for a rainy day. It was getting late and my body wanted to sleep. But my brain and the kid were horny and both were insistent. He said he was staying at a dorm near his college and couldn't host, nor does he have a car. It was 4:30 am by then and I didn't exactly feel like driving back out in the dark or inviting someone over who didn't have wheels in the first place.

He suggested how about Steamworks? I explained I've just been, and it's now empty. But being the persuasive kid that he was he said, we really didn't need any others, we could hire a room and just be with each other. My mind was debating what decision to make. He gave me a choice. Either I pick him up from the dorm and give him a ride to Steamworks, or if I couldn't be bothered, he offered to cab it there instead.

Ok so I'm not stupid. I knew if I chose the latter, there is a high probability that he might flake. And since I've already paid an entrance fee once that night, and I don't wanna pay a second fee just to be stood up in what I know to be an empty venue. But I couldn't deny I was tempted since all the earlier action I got was just oral. That's one of the reasons why I went home early the first time, I've had enough of just "oral." Boring!

He was standing in the corner of his street in a blue hoodie, just as he said he would. He did look young and had a backpack. I didn't bother ask why. College kids always had backpacks, right? I was just relieved that he didn't flake for I did leave the house at 5:00 am to pick a complete stranger up just to go to an empty sauna, the second time around. I could see the sun's first rays threatening to peek in the eastern horizon, so I carefully but hastily drove us both once again to Steamworks. I tried covering my face so that the receptionist wouldn't recognize me (again). Fortunately, there must have been a shift change, because it was someone new behind the counter.

True enough the place was deserted. I took a locker this time because I already had a room earlier. The kid decided to splurge and got the biggest, most expensive room in the place. My radar was alert by then. Especially when he said he thought he saw a friend, lingering outside in the corridor. When he got his keys to his room, he told me his room number and that I was to meet him back there. I undressed in the locker area and looked for his room and he was already buck naked, sorting through his knapsack. His stuff, I thought. The he grabbed his towel and he said he was going to check out on his friend and that I was to watch his room (with his knapsack etc all there). So I trusted him and watched the TV instead.

After a few minutes, he came in with his "friend." A cute late 20 something Hispanic with dark curly hair. I knew something odd was happening and that I might regret it if I dropped my guard, so I kept my wits about me. As I guessed, they were dealing. I was in the company of sharks! Or whatever you call them. They did it in front of me, and even offered me some, but I declined. I was after the sex, not the faves. Not judging, just stating.

It did get hot for a while though, since we had an impromptu threesome. They were both high in the clouds and the kid rode me doggy style while I sucked on his friend. His cock felt amazingly awesome.  I looked at the side mirror and could see his engorged dick sliding bare inside my ass. They were in the clouds, but I was in heaven, naturally. But it didn't last long since their cell phones kept beeping. More orders, more deals. They both got into towels again and said they were going to have a shower and that I was to keep the fort. Ok this is boring me now.

I realized I've been duped by a young kid who was dealing, and this could turn dangerous or at the very least ugly. I wanted out.

So I went back to my locker instead and sulked there in the TV area. I was so mad at myself for being so gullible. The entire place was empty, so it was a mystery to me how they found their clients. I stormed out into the hallways and passed no one. There was only one black guy with the body of an athlete but he was clearly not interested. So instead, I went to the steamroom and warmed up, until I couldn't stand the stillness of the place and got out and back outside. I passed by the kid's room, still half open, still empty. They were still doing their hanky panky deals somewhere outside.

I was regretting not heading to bed, and my body was getting tired and sleepy. I found myself in the dark room and saw the (infamous Steamworks) fuck bench. I normally don't do public sex, so I've always managed to avoid the notorious fuck bench. But since it was about 7 am, the place deserted, I knew no one was gonna be around. So I straddled the fuck bench, face down, butt up and promptly fell asleep. For how long, I don't know.

All I remember was suddenly being woken up by a strange tongue, licking my ass lips.

(To be continued) …

Cub Hole

It was one of those Saturday nights when I just had to go out. There was no question about it. I needed a man, not just wanted. Needed. So I went to a local haunt at around midnight, when I knew the trade would be peaking. No use coming early, as everyone will still be at the clubs.

I met a couple of hot men that night, but the first encounter really stood out. Big time. I didn't realize that the first encounter would be the most memorable for the night, and that things would just go downstream after him. Him is a guy that I saw lurking in the shadows.

He was inside one of those dark rooms where you can see the silhouette of them but just enough to remain partially anonymous. After I slipped into the next booth to him, he peeked at my silhouette and must have liked what he saw because he slid his naked cock into the glory hole. It was average in size, about 6 inches uncut and with a good thickness. What attracted me was the "naturalness" of his cock. It was beautifully bushy. His testicles were unshaven and his pubes were thick. I slowly sucked him and it was all I could do to restrain myself from worshipping his bushy pubic hair. I could tell that he was on the stocky side, but definitely not a bear. Probably a cub.

His right hand was fondling my face through the hole as I continued to suck him, as if he were reading my face in Braille. He must have liked what he fondled because he withdrew his cock and stuck his face through the hole. By this time, my eyes were adjusted to the darkness and I could clearly see him to be a very handsome young man around late 20s to mid 30s with a full face of beard. Yep, a young cub.

I smiled at him, and he must have seen it because he smiled back. And then we kissed. He must have just gotten in as well, because he had the freshest breath. It didn't reek of alcohol or nicotine, just fresh, clean, clear, neutral tasting saliva. It was all natural and that in itself can be the best aphrodisiac. Why do strangers have the best breath? I have dated two perfectly eligible guys with whom I have decided to end the relationship simply because they didn't have the right oral hygiene. In short, they had chronic halitosis.

I stood up and unzipped and took my own hard cock and stuck it through the glory hole with his handsome face still looking at me. I felt the rush of pure lust when I felt his cock mouth engulf my penis in a slow hungry suck. He was good. No teeth scraping, slow and sensual just enough to make my cock grow stiffer and thicker and harder. God I wanted this stranger so much.

I pulled back after a while, indicating it was my time to go down and suck him. There are some behavioral patterns gay men do in glory holes. If the switch is fast enough, you really don't wanna know who the other person is, you just want their mouth or their cocks. In fact you need not to know. It's all about anonymity. With others who "linger" there's an implied connection. You wanna see part of his face. You want him to see you.

He didn't budge when I scooted down. His masculine handsome face was there in the hole, waiting. Looking at me. My face was magnetized to his and our lips met in a warm, wet and lingering long kiss.  Then he spoke.

"Come in here," he said. He was motioning me with his forefinger.

"No." I resisted. "Just through this hole," I declined. But I was smiling. He knew I liked him and was teasing.

His hand reached through the hole and he fondled my smooth body. Then he yanked me towards the hole again and kissed me. There it was again, his clean saliva. His clean breath. His kissable lips. He stood up and there was his hard uncut cock with the leather cock ring restraining his thick browish pubic hairs. I made love to his cock with my mouth and I could see his two hands just clinging to the wall. He was moaning with every lunge of my mouth and I started to taste salty pre-cum. He was throbbing it out.

We stopped and made out again, and it was too much. "What is your name?" I risked breaking the anonymous encounter and personalizing it.

"Lee," he replied. I told him my name. And then we kissed. I knew what I wanted.

Him.

I broke the kiss and told him in a thick voice "Sit on my cock."

He must have wanted that, because I didn't have to ask twice. I stood up slowly. I made it sure it was slow so he could get a rubber if he wanted to. He presented me with his beautifully round meaty butt. I parted them and with my hands and felt a furry, hairy butt. I have got to go down again and smell that. It was clean, not even musky unlike his pubes. I licked his hole and was rewarded by a low groan of pleasure. My own cock was dripping with pre-cum and my hard on felt like I could hammer nails. I was very, very hard.

Teasing his cock just to let him know I wasn't wearing a rubber, I gave him a last chance to back out. But Lee clearly wants it raw. Because he got impatient with the teasing and sat on my bare cock in one lunge.

"God damn," I heard him groan in his room. "That is so hard, that feels really good," he said.

I relished the warmth of his ass hole gripping my cock, then I pulled out slowly and then slid back inside. My cock felt like a knife and I could feel the walls of his ass part in submission to the raw attack.  He kept standing up and jamming his ass in the hardness of my cock. The boy/man was aggressive! I indicated to him that he needs to bend over, spread his cheeks, because I like to thrust. I don't like being used like a dildo by an aggressive bottom. My body language was clear. You're my bottom, I thrust.

All I felt was his warm raw cub hole. His ass was tight and his later actions indicated he himself was usually more top (he tried to fuck me, but his cock wasn't hard enough), and that he only ocassionally bottomed. I'm a bit democratic about the whole fucking thing. I prefer to fuck if my cock is larger, harder and the bottom is younger. I'm not ageist at all, but I really prefer younger, plumper, fleshier asses of younger men.

He took my cock out and then sucked it fresh from his butt. That drives me crazy. You wouldn't do that if your ass wasn't clean or if you weren't into your top. Clearly he was both. Not satisfied with cleaning his ass juices from my cock he motioned he wanted kissing/romantic interlude through the hole again. I chuckled and gave in.

Again, the sweet clean saliva.

At this point I was so tempted to tell him I have changed my mind and I did wanted to go into his room.  But I resisted and indicated he was to put his ear into the hole. I gently licked it and true enough, Lee was moaning again in intense sensual glory hole pleasure, as I savored his ear with my tongue.

Then I stood up and stuck my cock again, and this time he jammed his ass down in my rock hard cock and rode me like the bareback cowboy that he was. I felt his ass lips throb open and close in an involuntary mode and I knew he was cumming. So I pushed my hard on deeper into him as he let go and came. He was moaning like a wounded animal as his orgasm spread from his ass to his whole body. I haven't come so I was still rock hard and I fucked him in slow jabs until he couldn't take it anymore. My raw cock was his for as long as he could handle it.

We made out for a long time again through the hole and said our goodbyes after a while. I should have asked for his number. But I didn't. I left the room and headed to the washroom, not daring to look back.