Chapter 8 -- Seattle
We spent most of the next morning fucking and rimming in bed. Jim dragged us out of bed about 9 a.m. to shower, but that lasted just long enough to soap up, rinse off, and race back to bed to seed each other again. By 10:30, we finally agreed to get up permanently. Once more through the shower (chastely this time), then into the kitchen. I made breakfast while he started in on the Sunday paper. I offered him biscuits (with last year's raspberry jam) scrabbled eggs (with shredded cheese and finely chopped Canadian bacon), orange juice, and coffee. Yogurt and sliced apples had been offered, too, but he turned them down. He said he had enough food and didn't need to bulk up any more than he was already.
"What time should I expect you in Seattle next Friday?" Jim asked, looking over the top of the business section of the newspaper.
"What time you want me there?"
"How about this afternoon?" he grinned.
"Get real, Man. I gotta work."
"You don't have to, ya know."
"Yeah, yeah. We've talked about this. I don't wanna be kept."
"I know. Just thought I'd remind you, that's all."
"So, I'm reminded."
"So, what time?"
"Well, the traffic is so bad from Olympia north," I mused. "I gotta leave early or leave late. What time do you leave the office?"
"On Friday, about four," he said. "But, I could be away as early as noon," he volunteered.
"Which do you think I should do? I'd be taking vacation if I left early," I reminded him.
"Don't do that!" he immediately protested. "You need to save it all for our European trip."
"Well, I could work an extra hour each day this week, until Friday. That way, I could get off at noon Friday," I proposed.
"Would your boss go for that?"
"Probably. Usually, there's nothing going on Friday afternoons, unless there's some kind of budget crisis or the Commissioners are in the middle of budget hearings," I replied. "I'll ask him and send you an e-mail."
"Okay. Let me know as soon as you know so I can clear my Friday afternoon schedule. Even leaving at noon from Portland, you'll probably hit heavy traffic and not be at my place until about four at the earliest. You still have my key, don't ya?"
I nodded. "Around my neck and close to my heart," I dramatically sighed.
"Drama Queen!"
"Princess!" I corrected. "Mother hasn't abdicated."
Jim laughed at me. "No difference in demeanor," he giggled.
After breakfast and the newspaper, we washed my car. Then, we sat on my porch swing and talked about our future. As we were so new in our relationship, there wasn't much we could say about our long-term dreams. But, we did prattle on about our short-term ones, including the proposed trip to Europe. Again, he promised to call his travel agent and get things moving along.
By early evening, I took him to the airport, so he could fly back to Seattle. It was very difficult for me to see him leave. I hugged him fiercely and kissed him. No one around us said a thing or even gave us a second glance. "I'm missing you already," I chocked out, holding his hand.
"Yeah, so am I," he sighed. With a wave, he picked up his bag and walked through the automatic doors into the terminal.
I sighed heavily. How could I have fallen so hard for this man? He does hit all my buttons, has all the prerequisites to be a fabulous lover, and yet, I feel overwhelmingly like another shoe is supposed to drop. This is all so perfect. Does he have a wife and kids, a boyfriend in every city, or maybe he's a serial killer? Well, he can kill my ass with that big dick of his any day, I said resolutely, but with a smile.
My ass twitched. Yeah, I was gonna miss him. But, cheer up, John! You'll see him on Friday and get your brains fucked out again! That put a spring in my step.
But, when I got home, I had to call Art. I needed a clearer head than mine to examine this building relationship.
"Are you crazy?" he blustered. "The man's perfect and you're trying to find fault? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Well, I thought...."
"Stop thinking!" he shouted into the phone. "What is your problem?! The man's perfect! He's hung, young, and full of cum, employed with a great job, he wants to take you to Europe, he's a total sex pig like you, where's the downside to this guy?"
"That's what I'm wondering," I sighed. "How could I snare someone this great?"
"Because, you're quite a catch yourself, if you don't mind all that hot body, big dick, and gainfully employed shit."
"I'm more than just a big dick," I bristled.
"And so is he, you moron! Quit trying to find fault," Art insisted.
"I'm not finding fault," I said petulantly.
"Could've fooled me, Buckwheat!"
I laughed. Whenever he called me that, I couldn't help myself. Between us, it had been a term of endearment since I'd met him when I'd first started working downtown. "He's just so perfect...." I moaned dreamily.
"Yeah, he is. Deal with it," Art sighed. "I should be so lucky."
"What about that little number you picked up at the restaurant a couple weeks ago?"
"Oh, Mr. Vanilla? Boring!"
"Not kinky enough for you?
"The only thing he had going for him was his height and his big dick. Everything else was so vanilla."
"You could have taught him some things," I suggested.
"I tried. He just wasn't interested in getting a little adventurous," Art pouted.
"Better luck next time."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Just keep kissing those frogs; you'll find your prince," I encouraged.
"Like you did," he sighed.
"Well, I got lucky. That's for sure."
"See! I told you he was perfect," Art reminded me, "and so soon after you met, too."
"Did I tell you he wants to take me to Europe?"
"Yeah, when?"
"September or October he says. He'll get his travel agent working on something for us on Monday. He's trying to pay for all of it."
"Wow! Sugar daddy!"
"I'm gonna pay my part," I insisted.
"With your ass or your dick or both?" he laughed.
"Bitch! I'm gonna use some money, too," I corrected him, laughing with him. "Of course, some fringe benefits will happen as well."
"He could buy and sell you, John."
"I know. But, he's not buying me. I have my pride. I don't wanna be kept."
"Get over that, you dumb fuck!" Art laughed. "Go for it. The man's crazy about you and you're letting your pride, your stupid, arrogant, control freak self rule you. Just stop it! Let someone else do for you for a change. Be gracious about his terrific offer. Let his obvious love for you take some credit," he challenged.
"I don't wanna be kept," I repeated.
"For Gawd sake!" Art blustered. "He's not keeping you. He's inviting you to go to Europe with him and he's got the wherewithal to do it. What's the problem?"
"I want to pay my share."
"Why?"
"It's only reasonable...."
"Bullshit! That's your pride talking. Now, you just stop and think about it. He's trying to be your boyfriend by being good to you. He's demonstrating that by wanting to take you to Europe, on him. Are you so ungracious that you can't accept a heartfelt gift?"
"It's not that," I mused.
"So, it's your pride then. You think he'll control you if he pays for all or most of the trip," Art surmised. "Just let go, Man!"
He had me there. He knew me so well. Control's exactly what my problem was.
"Okay, okay, I'll be reasonable."
"No, you'll be gracious and accept his terrific offer."
"I can't let him pay for the whole thing!" I protested.
"Fuck! You are the densest, smart guy I've ever known. What part of `no' don't you understand?" Art fumed.
"But...."
"If your precious pride can't let him do it all," he interrupted, "offer some small token payment for something like dinner every night or pay for the gas for the car that you rent. But, don't be a complete idiot about it. If he wants to pay it all, let him. Then, fuck his brains out!" he laughed.
I sighed. I had to let go. My pride, not my heart was talking here. Jim and I had to sort this out. I was being ungracious, as Art had so aptly pointed out. The cost to Jim wasn't going to be that great, considering that the airfare was already paid for with his Frequent Flyer Miles. Swallow your pride, John, and get over it!
After promising to let Jim be good to me, we disconnected. I got Jim's call a while later, telling me he'd arrived safely at his condo. Then, I went to bed and dreamed about us fucking endlessly. If I hadn't shot off so much this weekend, I'd have had at least one monster load shot into my sheets. But, as it was, I awoke with a monster woodie that needed relief. I rolled up on to my shoulders and fed myself a creamy load.
I changed my work schedule by adding an additional hour on each day. That way, I could leave work at noon on Friday and get some hot sex by late afternoon from Jim. My boss had no problem with the change, as long as it was temporary and subject to change if needed. I was okay with that.
By Monday afternoon, I was daydreaming again. I needed to jet my jizz up some stud's ass or down his throat real bad! I bolted from the office at 4:30 (having started my day at 7:00 and taking only half an hour for lunch), and raced to the gym. I prowled through the locker room, but found no takers that I wanted. My half-hard dick was hungry, but I wasn't going to give up a load to just any man that was there. So, with a heavy sigh, I put on my workout clothes and strolled out to the cavernous exercise area.
I continuously checked out new guys coming through the front door, but none of them attracted me. A couple of guys I'd fucked with before were already there, but they seemed oblivious to my presence. Although my mind wasn't on my reps or my aerobic workout, I did finish and felt good for it.
Leaving the main area, I walked around the pool, but didn't spot anyone there, either. This can't be a bust, I moaned to myself. I'm so fuckin' needy!
But, my luck finally turned. One of my favorite fucks had just exited the showers and was walking toward the sauna. I wondered briefly where he'd been while I'd worked out, but was more focused on his stocky build, big muscle ass, and hungry look. He smiled at me and nodded. His head tilted slightly, inviting me to join him in the sauna.
I knew his story. He had a boyfriend, but both of them fucked around; and he loved bareback with me. I was hoping this wouldn't be a disappointment, too. He'd never turned me down before when I wanted to flood his ass with my baby batter. Following him into the sauna, I put my towel down as he leaned back against the wooded wall and smiled. He lifted his legs and said, "My boyfriend just fucked the hell out of me and left a big load in my ass. Wanna taste?" Does the bear shit in the woods?
Kneeling before him, my mouth found his hot pucker. I tasted some lube and a nice creamy sample of cum. He moaned as my tongue lanced inward, scooping out more of his boyfriend's load. "Fuck, yeah! Eat my ass, Man!" he groaned. I did the best I could, but my own dick was so hard that I knew he'd be disappointed in the brevity of my rimming. However, he'd be more than compensated when my big dick spread his ass more than his boyfriend ever could.
I'd fucked both of them before, this guy more than the other. They had average dicks, but this guy had the ass that makes dicks shoot. And I was counting on his ass drinking down a huge load that I'd been manufacturing all day long. I stood in front of him and kissed him, sharing his boyfriend's cum. At the same time, my thick dick pressed against his ass. Both of his hands guided me into his back door.
He moaned loudly when he felt my dick slide inside and hit his prostate hard. I kept driving forward, determined to spear him completely. His hands left my dick and pulled at my ass, beckoning me deeper. When I finally got all the way in, he released my ass and worked my nips with both hands.
"I need another big load up my ass," he smiled. "You gonna deliver?"
"I'm so hot for your ass right now, I'm gonna blow soon," I warned.
"Fuck me hard, then! Don't hold back. I love it when you power-fuck my butt," he groaned, working my nips even harder. "Fuck me, Man! Pound me! Seed me!" he bellowed, flailing his dick with one hand and playing with my erect nips with the other. "Cum inside me. Knock me up!"
My hips were pumping at light speed now. I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted to. Even if someone had come into the sauna then, I'd still have finished my creamy fuck. I didn't care who might interrupt us. I just needed to spray a load!
His ass muscles sucked and chewed on my dick. I knew he wanted it bad. I wouldn't disappoint him. The harder I pounded him, the faster he flogged his dick. I knew he was going to unload soon. I could feel his ass muscles tightening and spasming like they always do when he's about to jerk off a big creamy load. His big muscle ass convulsed and he growled out a hot climax. My frenzied dick rocketed in and out of his ass. With one last shove, I ground into his wide-open hole and unleashed a torrent of cum. Wave after wave of shattering climax roared over me. My mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Thick streams of dick sauce splashed deeply into him. I could feel my dick jerk and jerk as my nuts pumped out their baby-making sperm.
"DAMN!" I whispered. "I love your deep ass."
He paused to catch his breath and smiled. "Biggest fuckin' dick I've ever taken," he sighed.
"And fuckin' in your boyfriend's load was an added bonus."
"I knew you'd like it," he grinned. "That's the best lube anywhere."
I nodded my agreement and pulled slowly out. He slid off the wooden bench and knelt before me. "Take it easy," I warned. "My dick's sensitive after loadin' your ass."
He didn't acknowledge me, but he did delicately pull my cummy dick between his lips and clean me off. A couple of minutes later, he pulled away. "Tastes like your jizz and my boyfriend's," he grinned. "Wanna taste?"
I nodded and he turned around. He knew we didn't kiss, but I would rim his ass after I fucked him. That was an odd distinction in my estimation. Kissing was for his boyfriend, but his ass was for anyone? Well, his ass was certainly for me. I knelt behind him as he bent over farther. He spread his ass with his hands. I could see cum leaking from his back door. I moved in and licked it up. He moaned with pleasure. I drilled deeper and tasted more cum. His hole opened up for me and I licked way up his ass, tasting more dick sauce. Yeah, what a pig!
That was great sex, I decided after I'd showered and dressed. But, by bedtime, I had to nut again. All that hot sex I'd gotten from Jim last weekend had raised the sexual bar. My need to seed had increased measurably. I wasn't sure about where this was going. But, my dick sure seemed to be happy about it.
I stroked off another load in the shower Tuesday morning. Damn, that felt good. The only thing that could have made it better would have been Jim's big dick pounding my ass when I shot off. But, by the afternoon, I was sex hungry again (but not nearly as bad as Monday).
The gym offered more to choose from this time. Two young guys (not boyfriends) that I'd fucked with before were cruising the showers and sauna when I finished my workout. The brunette had an incredibly ripped body with a high bubble butt that begged for action. His big dick was swaying as he walked into the shower room with me. "You need some action today, John?" he smiled. "Joe and I are still hungry." From that, I assumed that he'd already fucked Joe's blonde ass, but they both wanted some dark dick.
I nodded and followed him back to the sauna. Inside, Joe had seen us approaching and was bent over the wooden bench. Cum was leaking from his reddened ass lips. Tim's big 8" dick was thick and merciless. I'd watched them fuck many times, with my dick up Tim's ass while he'd pumped his friend.
"I need to get this ready to fuck his ass," Tim smiled, grabbing my throbbing dick. He knelt before me and swallowed as much of my thick, dripping butt ripper as he could (about 7"). I leaned over his squatting figure and lapped at Joe's cummy hole. Joe and I moaned in unison at the meeting of tongue and fucked hole.
"Yeah, Man! You know how to eat butt," Joe murmured, pushing his ass back harder into my face and spreading his round globes with both hands. Tim was sucking my dick so well, I was afraid I'd blast a load before I even got near Joe's ass with it.
I pulled my dripping pole from Tim's mouth and said to Joe, "Bagged or unbagged."
"Any reason it shouldn't be unbagged?"
"Negative test last weekend!" I assured him.
"Fuck, yeah!" Joe agreed. "Fill me up, John!" Joe was more of a bottom than a top, but he did have a nice dick. I told him I'd suck him off after I filled him up. Tim countered that he'd rather have Joe fill his ass up with a load than let me swallow it. Knowing how tight Tim's muscle ass was, I agreed. Tim moved around to get under Joe, added lube to his beautiful asshole and backed on to Joe's leaking post.
Meanwhile, I was already half way up Joe's ass. Tim's previous load helped grease the way in and slide deeper. Joe did all the moves. Tim and I were along for the ride. With each thrust into Tim's ass, Joe's ass would suck hard on my dick. When he pulled out, his hot hole opened up and I punched forward, grinding in my thick ten inches. The sound of skin slapping skin rattled about the small, wooden room. Joe's slick, grasping ass tunnel was more than I could handle for much longer.
I warned him I was very near to painting his deep canyon. He merely doubled his dick munching actions on me. Thrusting hard up Tim's ass, I knew he had to be close. When I'd fucked Tim, his very tight muscle hole pulled jizz outta my bull nuts in under a minute, no matter how many times or how long ago I'd nutted.
"Gonna CUM!" I moaned and shot forward hard into Joe's welcoming butt. Intense climax waves rocked my body as my hips pounded his eager ass. He held steady while my body did its best to impregnate him with six or seven creamy ropes of baby batter.
Tim hadn't been dawdling, either. His hungry ass chewed on Joe's 7" dick, sucking it relentlessly. "Here it is!" Joe moaned. Joe sprayed hard into his friend's manhole, juicing him as much as I'd creamed Joe's ass. His jerking dick's actions transferred readily to his ass and sucked me even harder. More jizz poured out of my dick and his as our climaxes peaked and slowly waned.
"Damn! What a fuck!" Joe finally breathed. "And it's too fuckin' hot in here!" The sauna was very warm after a good bareback session like we'd had. Brief though it may have been, it was one of the best ones the three of us had ever had.
I pulled out of his butt slowly, exiting with a wet plop. Joe pulled out of Tim and staggered backwards. I caught him before he fell. "Sorry," he laughed. "You know how unsteady I am after a good climax." I nodded knowingly. I suffered from the same "malady" (perhaps, not as severely as he did, though).
"Next time," Tim said, "I get this big ass ripper instead of you, Joe," he sighed, squeezing my still nearly hard dick. "But, right now, I wanna suck your ass, Joe," he grinned.
Joe turned around and bent over, spreading his fucked ass again. Cum oozed out more copiously than after Tim's fuck into him earlier. With Tim bent over to rim his friend, I offered to eat Tim's ass and "unburden" him from the big load that Joe had deposited into Tim's muscle hole. He quickly agreed.
I didn't get much. Joe was a hard, heavy shooter, like me and Jim. Rimming it out so soon after a good fuck was pretty pointless. I'd get a little from what leaked from Joe's dick when Joe dragged it out of Tim's ass, but that wouldn't be much. Still, Joe's fucked ass tasted pretty yummy.
We showered and promised to nut again with each other later in the week, but with my dick in Tim's awesome ass next time.
Upon reflection, I was always surprised at how many guys at my gym wanted to take me bareback. Yeah, I had a big dick, and a pretty good body. But, that seemed pretty slim reasoning for taking some guy's dick bareback and letting him cum hard and deep inside your manhole. However, I'd noticed that the ones who did were well known to me. Very few had every taken me bareback the first time we hooked up. And those few had friends whom I already had been barebacking. So, they must have considered me safe because their friends took me on bareback. Whatever worked, I thought. As long as I get to nut, I'm not going to pretend to understand other men's decisions.
Wednesday was another good day. One of my old regulars took a good load from me after I'd eaten his ass enough to get him to open up. This guy, I'd been fuckin for the six years that I'd been in town. He was one of the first I'd barebacked at the gym after I'd first joined. I was nervous as hell fucking some guy in such a public place. But, he assured me that this happened all the time. He's a very good bottom, loves big dicks, and barebacking from me. I don't know if he takes it from anyone else. But, I do know that his wife and three kids don't know about it.
Thursday was headed for a bust. Two straight guys were chattering away in the sauna, leaving us gay boys to work the shower stalls. I was about ready to cash in my chips when an older guy came into the shower room and beckoned me into the wider, handicapped stall. This guy was probably 50, maybe more. But, he had a good, tight body, a nice dick that shot sweet loads, and a hungry ass. This day, he needed to nut and suck me off. I'd been in his ass often enough to know he'd have taken me on if we'd been in the sauna. He just didn't want to chance it in the showers.
He sat on the bench in the shower and blew me. I did my best to not shout out my climax when he got my nut. He didn't spill a drop, swallowing my entire load. He nursed my dick until it had deflated to about half hard. We switched places and I drank his sweet cream in under another minute. He'd always been that way; a fast trigger, either fucking or getting sucked. I turned him around and rimmed his ass. But, when I offered to load his ass for him with baby gravy, he declined, unwilling to do what he loved (and got very loud with) in the shower room. However, he promised me that I'd get his ass the next time we were both at the gym at the same time, AND the sauna was empty. I'd tried to fuck him or play with him before in the sauna, but he'd never get it on if anyone else was in there (even other gay guys who wanted to play with him, too).
Before I went to bed, I wanted to whip off another load, but decided to save it for Jim. The next morning, I nearly lost it in the shower, but told myself to wait. It was a terrible struggle, though. My dick was hard as steel until after I dressed and left the house. Friday morning was busy, helping the day race by.
By 11:45, I was poised to jet out of there. But, my boss came in and wanted to chat. I kept glancing at the clock, hoping he's get the hint. Finally he smiled and said, "I know! You gotta get to Seattle. I'm just toying with ya."
"Damn! You gotta cruel streak in you, Harry," I laughed. "Who put you up to this?"
"I'm not telling, but your staff may have had something to do with it." I knew immediately it was one of my gay employees. I'd get their gay butts for this. Without saying another word, I grabbed my suit jacket and headed out the door. I glared at my three gay employees. They gave me the most innocent stares they could muster. As I left the office suite, I heard them giggling. I smiled. Bitches!
I jumped in the Lexus and raced through traffic to the freeway. My overnight bag was already in the trunk. By 2:00, I was beyond Olympia and nearing Tacoma. I was making excellent time! However, at South Center, I hit slow traffic. It wasn't stop and creep, but more like surface streets pace.
As I left the freeway at Denny, I called Jim to let him know I was close. It was 3:25. "I'm ready for ya, Baby!" he leered into the phone. "You're gonna get so fucked!" he promised. "By the time you get here, I'll be finished for the week, my computer will be turned off, and I'll be ready to eat and seed you even better than the last time you were here."
"Be careful what you promise," I responded. "I'll hold you to that."
"It'll be better because we had to wear raincoats for part of that weekend."
"Oh, yeah. Seems like ages ago. I'm so ready to be barebacked again!"
My butt was twitching. The two red lights I had to wait for on Capitol Hill seemed an eternity. My dick was hard as steel and making a big puddle in my shorts. I hadn't even changed out of my suit in my rush to get here. I had loosened my tie though and opened my shirt. It was another warm day in the Emerald City. I jetted by Volunteer Park and pulled into the driveway of his condo.
Jim met me at the door, not a stitch of clothing in evidence. His big, hard dick was dripping precum already. "I'm glad you're happy to see me," I smiled staring at his throbber. He pulled me into an embrace that nearly crushed me. His big dick slid up my shirt, leaving pecker tracks in a straight line.
"Gawd! I've missed you," he breathed heavily after we'd kissed. "Let me help you with those confining clothes," he added, whipping off my shirt, shoes, pants, and socks. He left my tenting shorts for a `round the world tour' with his tongue. Eventually, he pulled them down with his teeth, sticking his nose and tongue up my ass, savoring the sweat and ripeness. "Come with me," Jim croaked, pulling me with him into the bedroom. "New rule," he intoned when we got to the bed. "The guy who had to drive is the first one to get rimmed and fucked. That guy is gonna have the best ass for eatin' out," he grinned.
I agreed readily. I remembered well how good his ass tasted after he'd been riding in a plane most of last Friday. Besides, I wasn't going to argue with him about who got fucked first. My needy ass had been twitching all week.
Jim pushed me up on the bed and knelt on the floor behind me. From my doggie style position, my ass protruded nicely right into his face. He sniffed and moaned as I backed into his face and both of us spread my ass cheeks for a deeper reconnoiter of my eager butt by his tongue and lips.
"Eat it, Baby!" I groaned. One of my hands left my ass and pushed his head harder into me. "Work that long tongue up there," I pled. He could take the rest of the day and all night doing this, I decided. "Yeah, Man! Spread those ass lips!" I moaned.
Within another minute, Jim was standing behind me and rubbing his precum-leaking, monster dick against my well lubricated and hungry asshole. "This what you been needing?" he grinned down at me as his long, fat dick pried my hole open. I sighed with pleasure as he fed my butt his big dickhead and several inches of thick shaft. His dick was leaking so much precum that it liberally lubricated my love tunnel as he widened it for me.
"Give it all to me," I whimpered, "every fuckin' inch!"
The thick root of his massive dick stretched my hole and ground in his pubes into my tender ass lips. We groaned in unison. I could feel his big dick jerk inside me, and he could feel my tight ass massage his meat missile. One of us would climax soon. I feared it might be me. The thickness of his dick shaft was so good that it rubbed against my prostate anytime he moved. But, my ass muscles chewed and munched on his sensitive dick with each beat of my heart.
"I can't take much more of this," he whispered hoarsely, lying on my back and kissing my neck. "You don't want me to cum already, do ya?"
"I want as many loads as you can shoot up my ass," I assured him, "starting NOW!" With renewed vigor, I stroked the big dick in my ass with in-and-out motions (as well as with my well-practiced, sucking, ass-tunnel muscles). He didn't stand a chance. It was all over and he knew it.
"Can't hold back," he groaned in surrender. He plowed my eager ass in long, intense, fuck strokes. He was riding me for his maximum pleasure and I was the vessel to take his inevitable, creamy, sperm load. As his climax overwhelmed him, he rammed hard into my ass and held on tightly. His dick jerked hard several times that I felt, spraying his warm seed deeply into me. He flopped on my back, out of control as he usually was when he fucked me through his climax. Sporadic waves of pleasure coursed through him, shaking him again and again, forcing his hard sperm launcher to grind into me harder and harder.
Not wanting him to pull out yet, I relaxed my grip on his dick and massaged his shuddering ass with both of my hands. He calmed slowly, kissing me passionately about the neck, shoulders, and ears. "You're the best fuck I've ever had, John," he finally sighed.
"Takes two to tango," I assured him. "And you're the best top I've ever experienced, too."
"You didn't squirt, did you?" he wondered, finally extracting his slowly wilting dick.
"No, I'm saving that for your ass," I said. "But, it was a battle that I nearly lost."
"And that I nearly lost," Jim laughed. "I don't want you to soak my sheets on my first time at bat."
"If you cum fast like that, I don't build up enough steam to make me cum," I replied. "But, I wouldn't count on that as a hard and fast rule."
"But, now it's my turn," he grinned, flopping on to his back and pulling his knees into his chest. His wilting dick splatted wetly against his abs and left a trail of cum dribbles when he pulled his legs up. His hole winked seductively.
"You are gonna get so fucked," I smiled down at him, repeating many earlier promises.
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