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It was so heartbreaking, to find out that my night of dancing at Clydes with Mark was only a fling. He had kissed me so passionately, looked at me with eyes of understanding, and made me feel incredible as he pounded me inside with his gigantic cock. Yet to find out the next day he had a partner, was a gut kick to my confidence. It seemed to be a pattern, because while my sexual needs were high and satisfied regularly, I could never find my man in my mid twenties. Clydes was a hookup spot where it was okay to be gay, and between bathroom blowjobs and handjobs, or encounters like with Mark, I knew at least where to get laid. Yet this sting hurt a lot. It took a couple of weeks to get over, but eventually I shaved my pubes, legs, and brought out my compression shorts that left little to the imagination. My balls were full of cum, and I needed to be topped, as my hole was singing to me to get some. One Thursday night at Clydes was disappointing. There were very few guys, and while I did dance with a few, there was no real chemistry to speak of. They were kind men, of all ages and races, but none of them made me feel like bending over to get pumped. That is until I met Marshall. He caught my eyes as soon as he entered the lounge area, walking with a swagger. He had Azul colored blue eyes that just were captivating, was also in his early to mid twenties, and athletically fit. Yes he was probably only 5'8, but he was built, and had the frame and rugged handsomeness that made me feel lightheaded. As he sat next to me, I know he caught me eyeing up his tight jeans. Damn he filled them up, and from what I could tell, he had perfect hips to feel up when getting throttled.
His blonde highlights and blue t shirt looked good on him, and I admit to thinking about him in the nude. My imagination got me hard, and I couldn't believe it, but he introduced himself with a hug. He was so sweet, and he bought me another Hurricane drink. This mixture of multiple liquors was already making me buzz, and as I smoked a menthol cigarette, Marshall and I got to know each other. He was visiting his sister for two weeks, and was from Boulder, Colorado. I couldn't believe some of the pictures of him skiing he showed me, and he grinned and turned red when I said, "you look so good on those slopes. Very sexy."
After a few drinks we danced. The music bounced off of us, and him holding my hands was something I wasn't used to. Yes he did grind me, and I about gasped when I felt his hardness on my rear end. Oh wow he was so hard, and before I could do anything he kissed me with lots of unbridled passion. Marshall smiled and said, "do you like me up against you like that?" Oh his voice was so masculine, so sexy that my knees were buckling with desire. There was a fire inside that needed to be extinguished. "Yes, yes, yes!" We kissed more, our tongues doing the ritual dance that made cocks hard, testicles full, and the desire to get freaky out in the open." I couldn't take it anymore as he put his hands up my shirt to feel my nipples. They hardened and with his warm hands, I moaned and told him, "let's go to my house now."
A quick cab ride and we were back to my apartment. As soon as the door closed, we kissed even more, with his manly cologne on his neck filling my senses up. Oh yes I was lit and primed. He took his shirt off as did I, and then I followed him in the pants department. I was wearing a purple thong with my penis in a pouch, which he found fascinating, and damn he filled up his green leather boxer shorts. Kissing each other, each nipples, soon we were 69ing. Oh my goodness his cock was big, coming in around 8 inches, and nicely manscaped. I rubbed my fingers through his pubes, and sucked the precum out of him with all of my intensity. The slurping sounds, oh my he knew how to tantalize my penis with his swirling tongue. Yes! He started fingering me, and it felt just like a sexual Doppler hitting its target so well. I got harder, and finally gasped, "let's go to my room, and lube me, use me."
Marshall kissed me, and our hard dicks rubbed together. He put his manhood into my balls to give me a preview of what was to come. Before I knew it, he had lubed fingers sliding in my hole. He kept spanking my ass, and told me how I was going to be a good bitch for him. I would do whatever he wanted, as the fevered pitch of anticipation drove me to sexual insanity. He grabbed my shaved legs, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and slid himself into me. Oh it was tender. At first there was some pain, as he didn't take it easy on me, and was rather rabid and ravenous. Before I could say no, he was all the way in me. I could hear the lube and his penis making that wonderful noise, relaxed and starting to feel pleasure. Marshall looked at me with direct contact, and seeing his cock penetrate me was so steaming hot.
He then made me take him from behind. It was amazing, as he held onto my hips. I could hear him moaning with my heavy breathing, and it felt so good to have him in me. I was all his, he was all mine. That cock of his burrowed in me, and I was on a plane of high altitude, speaking in jibberish as he made me feel so full. I hadn't been fucked like this for years, and I got so turned on I told him to lie down. Soon I was riding him, kissing him, and to look in each other's eyes while having sex was so smoking. I then reversed, allowing him to squeeze my rear end, as I gently massaged his tightening up balls. My mind and penis were rocked, as I felt him grab the blankets, and his sperm flew into me in massive amounts. His scream of pleasure was amazing, as I had my ass full of his DNA, and has kissed me and started playing with my penis. He jerked me off, and within a minute I screamed with joy as I came all over the bedsheets. With a full ass of Marshall, and my pipes cleaned, I snuggled in his strong arms until we went for the next round. All night long I was pounded non stop, and finally I could rest with a smile from ear to ear.