Done with Mr. Right Now
Chapter 2
I had no idea that I was foretelling the future. When Roger left the next morning, he tossed over his shoulder, "Maybe I'll see ya around." I thought we had something great going. The sex was amazing and he's all the special characteristics that I thought I wanted in a man. In my opinion, he was Mr. Right. Unfortunately, he considered me, Mr. Right Now. The brush-off that I got at the door was cold. My mouth gaped open, unable to utter any response. Dejectedly, I closed the door as he drove away in his Tesla sedan.
To say that I was bummed for the rest of the day would understand dramatically how depressed I was. Roger was a cold splash of the icy water of reality. He was showing me just how shallow I'd become. He dished it right back at me. It isn't easy dealing with truth like that. But, it was time to examine my life and decide what I really wanted out of it as well as what I was willing to put into being a person instead of a caricature of what I was rapidly becoming: a shallow, gay man who judged everyone and every situation with my dick. I'd trampled on a lot of men as I pushed so many worthy ones aside, looking to the next conquest.
Yes, I should have some standards that would make me fulfilled, but what I was putting out there weren't standards. They were manly characteristics that would be nearly impossible to meet in any man. Yes, Roger was a find, but he was also incredibly self-centered. I was getting there all too fast myself. What I needed to do was concentrate on what really mattered. Physical attributes were nice to have, but the inner person and their drive were far more important.
I looked again at the men who had responded to my on-line sex site, but I couldn't get into them. Finally, I went to the gym on Sunday and enjoyed the company of a nice man who wanted to suck me off. He was something of a gym rat, so he had a good body. He didn't have much to say with his mouth full of dick. When I'd nutted in his mouth, he left for the showers. I hesitated for a couple of minutes and then hit the showers, too. He smiled at me, but that was it. End of session.
Tuesday, I got the same action from another man and Friday found me whacking off with a small guy with a big dick. After he shot off, he ignored me. I thought about going out and looking for some action, but talked myself out of it. I'm not into gay bars enough to put up with the attitude and the drunkenness. I reposted my request for companionship on the sex site Saturday afternoon. With less shallowness oozing from the ad, I got three immediate responses. I chose one and talked to him on the phone, but he sounded like he'd already had too much to drink. The other two didn't appeal to me, probably because my depression was dictating my desires.
I spent Monday at work, reworking my tasks of Friday. That only reminded me what a poor judge of character I had been with Roger. By Tuesday, I'd shaken off my depression and looked again at the sex site. A couple of them interested me, but I wasn't up for doing much of anything with them until the weekend. I did respond to their messages and asked some questions that would confirm that they fit my reconfigured desires. Neither of them had read the ad very well, but had only looked at my pictures. Sigh.
The gym was turning out to be momentarily satisfying, but essentially just a place to get my rocks off with another man and go home.
Wednesday, I was told that I'd be leaving for a week at one of our smaller divisions in Seattle. I knew a particular program very well from my previous job at the company and the folks in Seattle needed help. I would be accompanied by a man (Gavin) from our marketing group. I didn't know what he would do there, but that wasn't my concern. We would fly up on Monday and begin my class instruction after noon. We'd be met at the airport by someone from the company. As the company location was out of town, we had little choice for a hotel. We'd check into our hotel after I'd finished with the afternoon class.
The half day of class went well. I was asked by two of the men in the class to accompany them to dinner. I told them I needed to check into my hotel, but they suggested that Gavin could take care of that. I suggested that to Gavin when we met in a conference room at the end of the afternoon. I got some vibes from him that said he was gay and very interested in me. He seemed nice enough and was only a few years older than me (not that it mattered). Gavin checked out my crotch and ass several times as we discussed dinner. He was asked to join us for dinner, but knew we'd talk about software and other nonsense that he wasn't interested in, so he declined. As we talked, I noticed that he's a gregarious guy who included my dinner companions in the conversation, making them feel that they were the center of the universe.
Over dinner, we talked about a lot of things, such as how long we'd been with the company, advancement opportunities, workload, and supervisors. They were grateful several times that I was there to explain the new software that they now had to use. I thought the software was easy to understand and was powerful enough to allow us to create databases that would be useful to others. There were a couple of glitches that the software company knew about, but I told my students how they could program around the problems and accomplish what was needed. The software company promised a patch within the next 30 days.
It was nearly 10 p.m. and I was ready to head back to the hotel. They dropped me off at the front door and left. I approached the reservation desk, told them who I was, and was handed a keycard. "Eleventh floor," the desk clerk smiled. "Elevators are right over there," she added pointing to the left. When you exit the elevator, turn right. Your room is on the left, just a few doors down."
I followed her directions and found the door. Inserting the keycard, I pushed the door open. Gavin was lying on a king-size bed watching television. "How was dinner?" he smiled up at me as he muted the sound on the television.
"Food was good, company was fun," I replied. Then, it dawned on me. "Uh, where's the other bed?"
"You're looking at the only one," Gave replied. "I hope that isn't a problem. It was what was available. And because our company is too cheap to let us rent a car, we're stuck. The nearest hotel is probably a mile away. Is this a problem for you?"
"Uh, I guess it will have to do," I shrugged. I'm sure my embarrassment showed. I didn't know what he would think about this big black stud sliding into bed beside him. Gavin's a good-looking, well-proportioned white guy, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, and a ready smile that captivates anyone he gazes upon. And the way he kept glancing at my crotch, I had to wonder if he had set this up so we'd be in the same bed. "I think I'll take a shower and hit the sack. You don't have to turn in when I do. Just keep the sound of the television low," I suggested.
"I'll shower after you do and turn in, too," he replied. "I have some meetings that start at 7:30 and I want a good breakfast before we get there. Were they coming back to the hotel to meet us tomorrow morning?"
"Nothing was said to me," I shrugged. "The company offices are just a couple hundred yards down the road. I think we can manage the hike."
"Yeah, we can. I just wanted to be sure that we weren't supposed to meet them at a particular time. When does your class instruction start?"
"I told them 8:30 when I left them this afternoon. That gives them time to clear up e-mails and messages before the class begins."
While we'd been talking, I'd been shedding my clothes. I did keep my shorts on just until I entered the bathroom. As I closed the door behind me, I heard him stage whisper, "Damn!" Evidently, he liked my ass. From the stares my crotch got, I know he liked my dick, too.
I took my time, cleaned up everything, just in case Gavin made a move. It had been three days since I'm pumped a load and my balls were starting to hurt from lack of release. I toweled off and headed for the bedroom. Hanging the towel on the hook on the door, I walked into the bedroom, my dick swinging happily between my legs, lightly slapping my quads. Gavin's eyes never strayed from my dick. His interest in the television program was completely gone. I smiled at his boldness, but he didn't see my face. His concentration was on my big dick. I walked slowly toward the bed, giving him ample opportunity to appreciate what was offered.
Gavin was lying on the bed with only his underwear on. A large tent bulged off to one side of the tight fabric. I noticed that it pulsed hard several times. A drop of precum soaked the material when the thick head was hidden from view. His bulge made my dick start to lengthen. "Next," I smiled at him and turned down the bed and crawled between the sheets.
He finally stopped staring at my dick when it disappeared. He blushed effusively, rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He was in there less than ten minutes. When he reappeared, his dick was well beyond the flaccid stage. It hung heavily between his legs, swinging side to side as he approached. By the time he reached his side of the bed, his dick had started to rise. It was a nice, thick pink dick, probably eight inches long with a big head on it. Precum oozed from the tip.
"It seems we have a mutual interest," I smiled over at him as he lay beside me.
"I sure hope so," said when he'd turned his head toward me. "Otherwise, getting this king-size bed was a waste of time."
I laughed. "I knew you got this kind of room on purpose!"
"Guilty," he laughed. "I hope it works out well for both of us. That big dick of yours has me completely mesmerized. I trust you know how to use it on a big, white ass like mine. I also assume you've had some experience in this kind of thing."
"Yeah, some," I allowed. "But, I think you should check out the merchandise when it's angry before you decide you can take it up your butt."
"I've had some experience, too, but you make a good point," he smiled as he slid over against me and pushed his hand into my crotch. He stroked the full length of my hard dick and sighed. "Yeah, that'll fit, with a little lube and a lot of patience, anyway."
I tossed off the cover and sheet and let him check it out more closely. His mouth immediately found my fat dickhead and went down on me. "Oh, yeah! You've had some practice," I swooned. "But, you should twist around so I can have some fun, too."
Gavin moved into a 69 position with me. We moaned with mutual pleasure as we gave pleasure to each other. After a few minutes of sucking dick, he pulled away for a moment and asked, "I hope you're negative, because I need to sit on that dick and take a load from these big balls of yours," he said, lifting my big ball back and kissing it.
"I'm negative and I do pump out good loads," I revealed. "But, you don't know that I'm negative. I could be lying to you, just to get a hot fuck out of ya."
"I know I shouldn't take a chance like that, but I know you're honest and I really want to feel you spray your cream into me as deeply as you can fuck it," Gavin assured me.
"I do have condoms with me," I suggested.
"And I'm glad that you do," Gavin responded. "But, I want you raw."
"And I want to fuck you raw," I whispered into his ass. My tongue found his hole immediately and started to eat him out and get his deep manhole wet. Gavin continued sucking my dick, getting me wet and ready to enter him. He reached into the end table and pulled out a small pump bottle of lube. Gavin was well prepared for what he hoped would and is happening. I could have eaten out his ass for hours. It was hot, tight, hard, and delicious. But, my dick was being serviced too well by Gavin. The chances of unloading in his mouth were mounting with each passing second. "If I don't fuck you now, you'll get my first load down your throat," I warned.
As I was on the bottom, Gavin quickly applied lube to his asshole and slowly sat on my hard dick. He looked down at me and smiled. Inch after inch of dark meet disappeared up his manhole. "You have no idea how much I need this," Gavin sighed. "I haven't been fucked in nearly a month. Don't worry," he added. "I've been tested every month since I started fucking with men six years ago. Always negative."
"You have a sensational ass," I complimented him. "That thing you do with your ass muscles is like getting a warm, wet hand job. But, this is so much better."
"I want to feel your big dick as deeply as you can shove it. And shoot that sweet load all the way up there and dig a deep place to keep it."
"If you keep working those ass muscles, you'll get my load sooner than you think."
"Never too soon," Gavin smiled down at me. "And I know you're good for more than one load tonight."
"Probably," I smiled up at him. I thrust my hips up hard against his ass and pulled him down to meet my push. He wiggled his ass, sucked me harder, twisted my nipples gently, and begged me to cum in his ass. "Gotta nut!" I bellowed suddenly.
"Give it to me!" Gavin responded. My load blasted down the length of my black dick and jetted deeply into Gavin's love tunnel. He held himself in place, trying to get my cream as deeply in his ass as I could squirt it. "Fill me up, Daryl! Load me with your baby gravy! Knock me up, Man!"
I held him down as my dick fired repeated up into his massaging ass tunnel. My climax surged and surged, forcing more ball gravy into him. "Fuckin' HOT ass!" I shouted.
My need to breed was only surpassed by his need to take my load as deep as I could spray it. Climax waves crashed into and over me, making my entire body jerk and quiver as more sperm entered him. When my climax ended, the aftershocks kept me fucking his ass. I couldn't get enough of what he was offering. "Force that cream deeper, Daryl!" Gavin moaned. "Pound that hole."
When Gavin finally pulled off my dick and lay beside me, he smiled over at me and quipped, "I told you I could take it."
"That you did," I smiled back. "You're very good at this. You have someone who is regularly keeping that fine ass in shape for a big dick like mine?"
"I have a neighbor, who occasionally fucks me, but he's married and it's hard to find time when we can get together and get it on. I always want more and so does he, but it doesn't work out that way," Gavin revealed. "The time is always short, so he usually fucks me, dumps a load while I jerk off, and he leaves. Only a couple of times have we had a chance to swap fucks. I think he'd like to get fucked more often, but when we get together, he always needs to breed me. I'm okay with that, because I enjoy riding on his big dick, but I need some action on my dick, too."
He stroked his hard dick slowly. I do love the taste of man cum, so I offered to suck him off. "And I wouldn't mind if you ate me out while I sucked your dick," I offered.
"You read my mind. I love eating ass while I nutt," Gavin moaned as my mouth covered the big, wet head of his dick. "And your ass is the best I've ever seen. I love how round, hard, and black it is. I apologize in advance for what is going to happen far too soon."
I mumbled a question, but he didn't hear it nor did I repeat it. With his tongue probing my hole as deeply as it could reach, I loved his expertise. My head bounced up and down on his hard dick. I could taste his precum and knew he wasn't far from exploding.
It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds later that I felt a rumbling vibration against my asshole as he shouted out his climax. Instantly, I tasted creamy wads of warm cum. I sucked him harder, and swallowed his first volleys. His tongue worked impossibly deeper as his climax hit a major peak and his dick poured our more sperm for me to appreciate and swallow.
After his dick stopped firing, his phallus slowly shrunk in my mouth. I extracted the last dribbles of nutt before I pulled off. But, Gavin didn't stop eating out my ass. He was really into rimming my black hole. And I wasn't about to tell him to stop. That's one of the sexual things that I love, almost as much as fucking.
And getting my hole munched on gets me in the mood to get fucked or fuck again. My dick was rock hard again and because I wasn't sure of his status, I opted to pound another load into his pink manhole. Gavin didn't dissuade me from my decision, either. If he were looking to fuck, he'd have to wait until he got a condom or showed me recent test results. But, right now, I was ready to fuck again and he was eager to take another load.
This fucking session took longer than the first. We were much less rushed and spent more time exploring each other's body. But, it was obvious from the way his ass muscles started to work on me again that he was in need of my second load and wouldn't be denied. Besides, I was ready to nutt again, anyway. With a howl of pleasure, I pumped another creamy discharge of sperm into his hungry manhole, pulling out much later. More accurately, I fucked him after my climax until my dick wilted and slithered out of his well-fucked and overflowing love tunnel.
The next morning, I fucked him again in the shower before he left for his early morning meeting. His time in Seattle was only two days, so I was left alone for the rest of the week. I tried to get back to the hotel before he left, but the shuttle for the airport had just left. With a sigh, I returned to my room with an empty king-sized bed.
After another shower, I decided to check out the menu and food at the hotel. But, first, I headed to the bar and asked for a glass of wine while the maître d' searched for a table for me. "I'm very sorry, sir, but we are well-booked tonight," he finally apologized. "However, if you don't mind sharing a table with another gentleman by the window, I can squeeze you in right away." I kicked myself for not making a reservation, but I didn't think that the dining room would be so busy in the middle of the week. I glanced over at tables near the window and saw a couple of tables with one man at each. One was an elderly gentleman who looked like he was waiting for someone. At the other table sat a nice looking brutha that I thought would be a companionable dinner partner.
He smiled and rose as the maître d' took me there. The diner extended his hand, introduced himself, and welcomed me. I thanked him for sharing his table and replied with my name. He smiled and said, "I'm only too glad to help out. Eating alone is never much fun." He thanked the maître d' and winked at him. Was this a set-up like the king-size bed upstairs?
"And what brings you to Seattle, André?" I asked. "I'm assuming you don't live here."
"I don't live here," he obliged. "I'm here for some training on Medicare and Medicaid. I'm in the Federal compliance office of a major hospital at home. The guy doing the training has worked at the CBO, OMB, and for the Inspector General of HHS." He paused for a moment. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laying all this alphabet soup on you."
"I know what they are," I assured him. "This training must be pretty intense."
"Medicare is the first three days, and then Medicaid is Thursday and Friday," he revealed. As he chattered away about the type of training he was getting, I surveyed him more closely. His skin color was a couple of shades lighter than mine. When he'd introduced himself, he looked like he just about six feet tall, and had a slender build. However, no one would consider him skinny. There was some obvious meat on his bones. But, what had attracted me to him besides his dazzling smile was his beautiful bubble butt.
His "Docker" slacks stretched over his muscled ass and made the fabric in front pucker over a nice, long tube-shaped dick. The polo shirt that he wore wasn't too tight across his torso, but did seem a little stretched over his shoulders. If I were making a guess, I'd say he was a runner or played basketball. But, considering his height, I concluded he was too short for anything other than a "pick up" game. So, I settled on him being a runner. Of course, I knew I was probably wrong and he just had a good body that he kept toned at the gym.
After we ordered, he regaled me with tales of crazy antics and episodes at the hospital. I was laughing so hard, I almost couldn't catch my breath. This guy was such a great dinner companion. He had me telling about myself over dinner and what I did for a living as well. We shared a dessert and lingered over an after-dinner drink.
"You know, I've been wracking my brain all evening about why you seem so familiar," André said. "But, you said you've only been in our town for a couple of weeks. I don't see how we could have met in that time. If we had, I'd would have wanted to get to know you better. You're quite a find," he admitted. That was the first he'd mentioned that he found me attractive. And I had to admit, the feeling was mutual. "We work at opposite ends of town, but live not far from each other. We go to the same gym, but at different times. I don't think I've seen you at the market, but there is some place that I know you from."
"For what it's worth, the first time I've laid eyes on you is this evening," I shrugged.
"It'll come to me," André sighed. He took another sip of his drink and looked at me again. Something dawned on him and he smiled broadly. "You have one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen," he blurted out.
"Excuse me? How would you know something like that?" I blustered.
"You put out a profile on a sex hook-up site that included pictures of the, uh, merchandise," he beamed. "But, I didn't respond because I didn't think you'd be interested in me."
"Why would you think that? Oh, you must have seen the first posting. I was being a total jerk about it. I was asking the impossible. And when I thought I'd scored, the guy turned out to be even more shallow than my posting was," I cringed. "He was looking for Mr. Right Now, and I fulfilled that need. I was depressed for days about what a shallow jerk I was. So, I revised the ad and hoped to get better results. So far, nothing. But, why didn't you respond. You meet all the criteria."
"You wanted someone tall," he began.
"You're tall," I protested.
"But, not as tall as you wanted. And you wanted a beefy, muscle man. I don't qualify there, either. And you wanted a bottom. That was the final straw. I thought I might get away with the others, but that would knock me out of contention," André frowned. "Don't get me wrong. I love a big dick up my ass," he whispered, "but, you were looking for a man to fuck senseless without reciprocation. I gotta get me some ass once in a while!"
"My bad," I apologized. "While I do love to fuck manhole, I need to get pounded once in a while as well. I didn't make that clear and I should have. And those round cakes of yours have me very interested. And I'd love to know more about that sausage in your pants, too."
"Smooth talker," André laughed. "Your place or mine?"
"I have a king-sized bed that is awfully big and lonely."
"Lead the way. My bed is just a standard hotel bed."
We paid our bills and left the restaurant. I couldn't help but notice that his dick had gotten thicker and much longer. But, it was his fabulous ass that I couldn't resist. The elevator ride to my floor gave me adequate time to run one hand over his magnificent, bubble butt, while the other one massaged his expanding dick. His hands had found the same targets on me. We liked what we felt.
The moment we were inside my room, he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. Immediately, I knew he was a great kisser. His hands on my ass told me that he loved being close, but his wiggling ass under my hands sent the unmistakable signal that he wanted me to work his ass over. As we mutually disrobed each other, I admired his tight body. However, I was taken aback by his amazing dick. It wasn't nearly as thick as mine, but it was definitely a couple of inches longer. I knew I needed that dick up my butt sometime soon.
As that thought crossed my mind, he turned in my arms and forced his beautiful ass up against my hard dick. With one hand, he grabbed it and pushed it between those magnificent, brown cakes. I wanted inside this man so badly. But, he kept his pucker tight, so I couldn't get in.
"I hope you have condoms for that monster," André whispered. "I really need to get fucked by your massive horse-dick."
I left him standing next to the bed as I rummaged through my suitcase, trying to locate the condoms I'd brought with me. In my ardor for his ass, I couldn't remember which pocket of the case I'd placed them. Bent over, I was an easy target for André's tongue. As he ate my ass, I relaxed my search and enjoyed his lingual skills. Finally, I located the condoms, pulled him on to the bed, and flipped him on to his back.
With his legs pushed into his chest, I returned the favor he'd just performed on my ass. After a couple of minutes of getting his ass well eaten, André suggested, "Turn around, so I can get back to eating your ass out even better than I did before." Never one to turn down a request to eat my ass out, I complied with his wishes. We enjoyed our mutual rimming for several minutes before André spoke up again. "I really need to get fucked," he insisted. "But, I'm not so sure I can take what's on offer," he added, squeezing my hard, thick, long dick. "Do you have lube?"
"Just my tongue," I responded.
"I guess that will have to do," André allowed. "I really need your dick up my butt."
"I think there might be some hand lotion in the bathroom," I observed. "That'd be better than nothing." He agreed and I made a mad dash for the bathroom. Right on the counter next to two small bars of soap was a small bottle of hand lotion. I checked it to be sure that it didn't have glycerin in it. I knew from experience that stuff could sting a tender asshole. I was in luck. The ingredient wasn't listed. "Name your favorite position," I smiled coming back into the room and kneeling next to him.
"Face to face for the first fuck," he smirked. "I know you gotta have more than one load in these bull balls of yours," he added, lightly stroking my nut sack. I could only smile at his eagerness. Yes, I could cum several times in one evening, with the right inspiration. So far, he definitely inspired me.
I added lube to my fat dick and to his back entrance. With a broad smile, he grabbed my dick and pulled it into his hole. "Yeah, just like that. Nice and slow, but all the way in." The condom reached a little more than half way up my dick. It was one that fit thick dicks, but didn't take into account a lengthy one like mine. I guess if you have several inches bagged, you won't have leakage that far up the shaft. Still, it was a tight fit, so I did get a good deal of feeling from his tight ass as I slipped deeper and deeper.
André pulled my face down for another kiss as more inches disappeared up his welcoming ass. "You have a great ass," I praised. "Those cakes love my basting stick. I only wish I could give them the creamy filling they deserve."
"We're already established that we're both negative; so when we get home, we can swap test results and toss the condoms. Meanwhile, fuck me to death with your rubber raincoat on," he insisted. "And do it as often as you can get it up."
"Uh, I do believe we both have classes tomorrow," I reminded him.
"So, fuck me until midnight, then," he laughed, and resumed kissing me while his hands worked on my ass, pulling me harder and faster into his beautiful bubble butt. "Give it to me, Daryl! I love your big dick up my ass. You're so thick and long and you fit perfectly up my hole. I wish we didn't have to use these damned condoms. I'd love to feel you skin to skin and your load jet up deep inside me."
I loved the idea of pumping my loads up his ass bare. It made my nuts boil. Without warning, I started to climax up his ass. My body stiffened and jerked as I filled the condom with my creamy ball gravy. "Fuckin' HOT!" I bellowed as more juice sprayed into the rubber. When I finally regained control, I slowly pulled out of his ass and tossed the condom away. His long dick beckoned to me. "I need you up my ass," I begged. "I hope this condom isn't too baggy for you, but I do know that your dick is gonna be the longest I've ever had up my hole."
Eagerly, we swapped places. He added lube to my ass, stretched on a condom and lifted my big legs on to his muscular shoulders. As he leaned in to kiss me, his dickhead touched my asshole and pressed urgently. I relaxed and allowed him to enter me. Because his dick wasn't overly thick, I accommodated him easily. It was when he hit bottom that I knew he truly had an astonishingly long dick. I'd seen dicks like that in porn flicks, but never one in real life. Despite the length, his technique was gentle. My hands on his ass urged him to pick up speed. However, that proved fatal to the longevity of the fuck. Seconds later, he erupted into the protective bag and climaxed hard inside me.
Getting fucked always makes my dick hard, so when he pulled out and tossed the used condom, I pulled another condom off the night stand and offered to mount him again. Before the condom was out of the wrapper, André had his legs in the air. I ate his ass for a couple of seconds, but wasn't all that delighted with the taste of hand lotion. As I started to push my dick up his hole, he suggested a change of positions. He rolled over on to this stomach and then got up on all fours. "Do me doggie style. Really get it deep up my hungry ass. Damn, I wish I was taking your raw load!"
I fucked him slowly, working my fingertips over his nipples, occasionally stroking his hardening dick, and chewing and kissing on his ear lobes. I wanted this fuck to last. And we did a good job of extending it for nearly ten minutes. But, by then, my balls were boiling and there was little that would stop another climax. "You're gonna get bred again," I warned.
"If only," he smiled over his shoulder. "I wish you were breeding me. I love your huge dick inside me. But, that fuckin' condom is in the way."
"All that safety isn't making me happy, either, but you're still getting fucked and I'm still gonna cum!" I moaned. With the last syllable uttered, I jerked and shuddered on his back as my dick juices filled another condom. It was probably as big a load as my first one. That seemed to be the way I climaxed. The loads were always about the same volume, no matter the intervals between them.
We relaxed a few minutes, talking about nothing in particular, but slowly stroking each other's dick. He got long and hard again and so did I.
"You need another fuck?" he asked. I smiled and rolled on to my stomach. "Take me stretched out like this. I want to feel your long dick hitting the back of my tonsils from the back side." Donning another condom, he slipped his long, thin dick up my hole and hit bottom in one long stroke. He made it jerk several times, so I'd know how deep he was. Yeah, this was nice. I liked getting fucked by a long, thin dick like his. I could do him several times a day and willingly flip over to take his dick. And the best thing was that he's oversexed as badly as I am. He could be worth pursuing when I got home.
I felt him stiffen and utter a strangled cry as his dick jerked fast and hard way up my ass. He was cumming again and I agreed with him that I wish that fuckin' condom wasn't in the way. But, I had my own stiff issues. I pulled away from him while his dick was still stiff, but his climax was over. Quickly, I rolled another condom on to my very hard dick and took him the same way he'd just fucked me. Getting fucked by him had lit my fire. In less than a minute, I was flooding another condom. Fuck! This was too fast!
"Sorry about how quickly I climaxed," I apologized when I rolled away from him and peeled off the spent rubber.
"No need to apologize," he smiled over at me. He glanced at the clock. "I think we should call it a night. After all this activity, we'll need some real sleep to be ready for class tomorrow."
"Yeah, you're right. Midnight would have been too late. Too bad this isn't the weekend so we could really cut loose," I countered.
"You're here all week?" he asked, hoping to confirm what we'd talked about in the restaurant. I nodded. "Wanna spend another evening of debauchery with me?"
I smiled. "You bet your ass, I do!"
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