[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com]
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music on the radio. I checked the time again, still seven minutes to go for the requisite twenty-minute grace period. At ten past the designated hour, I was a little annoyed, but not surprised, as it was Donny that I was to be meeting. Now thirteen minutes into my wait, I was just getting used to the idea that I'd have a couple of hours to kill this afternoon.
I'd met Donny once before, almost a year ago now. He'd shocked me when he agreed to meet, and I think I shocked him when I proposed it. We'd been cyber-buddies for months, talking a good game, but always veering away at the last minute when the subject of taking it real-time came up. Both of us married and quite comfortable in the closet, we never pushed the issue and enjoyed our erotic conversations. The first meet had been a spontaneous one, and both of us had chickened out shortly after the handshake.
For my part, I liked what I saw. Standing at about five-eight or nine, with sandy blonde hair, he looked much younger than his 35 years. He had blue eyes, and a smile that lit up his face when he used it. I'd seen pictures of him stark naked, but the internet is a weird place where photo-chopping is de-rigueur. His clothed body seemed to match what he'd shown me. He was smaller than I, but perfectly proportioned; the kind of body you could put anything on and it would look as if he stepped out of a catalog. I was top-heavy, and if I could change one thing about myself it would be to add three inches to my legs. Donny didn't need to change a thing, except maybe gain a few pounds to really flesh out the swimmers build.
He nervously suggested we take a walk in the woods and I declined, since ambling off into the forest with a strange guy isn't my idea of a safe meet. He later confessed on line that he blurted out the first thing that came into his head because he was a nervous wreck. Unlike me, he was a complete virgin.
Over the next few months we got to know each other better on line, extending the conversations past the erotic and into the ordinary. I suppose it's a backwards way of establishing a relationship, starting with the most intimate and working to the mundane. Donny, like me, experienced wild fluctuations in horniness: Some days we'd talk about nothing but sports or work, and others about the most detailed sex we'd have together on that elusive `someday.'
It came as another surprise when he suggested we meet for some mutual manual stimulation. Our erotic talk was a lot more than that, so I knew he was serious. Usually our on-line conversations started out with a mock invitation to his house where I would seduce him and pop his persistent cherry, but this time he agonized about where to meet, which told me that this wasn't the usual mock proposition. The fact that our latest conversations had been pretty guy-stuff (we both have a mad lust for the same actress) made his invitation to meet again more intriguing. Could it be that after all this time he had decided to take the plunge at last? Or more appropriately, take being plunged. Donny's preferences were to submissive bottom, being bigger than him physically made him attractive to me and I to him, although in the endowment department he was definitely the winner at nearly nine and thick to my seven and uncut. It always made me wonder why the most ardent bottoms were the best hung. His tight, muscled body was enough to get me to full staff, and camming with him always led to a messy keyboard.
So I waited in the lot. This was Donny after all, the perpetual tease. I'd given the meet a 30% chance of actually coming to pass. I know he'd have a good excuse and I'd forgive him for it, since that hot bod and come-fuck-me attitude always made me melt. Any other guy would have been off my IM list long ago, but Donny was different; there was a weird bond there. Maybe because he was in a very similar situation as I, maybe because he could transition from the fantasy world to the mundane so easily, or maybe because he didn't ask anything of me or offer anything. He was a pleasant distraction on line, and always good for a nut when I caught him at right time. Another song started on the radio and another three minutes with no Donny. I started to wish I'd set something else up for the afternoon. It was rare enough for me to get free time, so every opportunity counted. I looked around the sparse parking lot at the trail head and sighed. It would have been fun, at least to see him again in person. I was about to turn the key when a banged up mini-van tooled into the lot and parked three spots down. I waited, pretending to read a map.
A sharp rap on the window brought my attention up. Donny stood smiling and fidgeting outside, looking like a young lumberjack on coke. I smiled and got out of my truck, shaking my head. "Thought you'd forgotten" I said looking at the ground. I wanted to sweep him into my arms and give him a roaring kiss, but this was a nice public place with plenty of joggers and hikers, and despite my brash internet persona, I'm extremely shy in person, at least at first.
"Sorry about that, I got a call just as I was leaving." He shot me that winning smile, "I'm glad you stayed."
So was I, I thought. "Let's head up." I pointed to the trail head and started walking, expecting Donny to follow. My longer legs would make him work to keep up. I smiled to myself remembering our first meeting; I'd been afraid he was an axe murderer taking me into the woods to do me in. Never mind that I could snap him in two. Despite his delightful build, I outweighed him by fifty pounds of solid beef. It was more than physical fear that kept me from going with him back then, it was the fear of the unknown. Here we were a year later heading into the woods, but instead of fear and apprehension I was feeling horned up and eager to get my hands on him at last.
"This is a great trail" he said, coming up beside me. "I've hiked it a few times, there's a great view at the half-way point" then he stopped, thinking, "and a few side trails nobody uses" he added. This was the Donny I knew from on-line. Slightly suggestive, slightly submissive, still a man, but with the soul of a kid.
"OK" I said, watching him move out of the corner of my eye. I loved the way he walked, the almost awkward gait combined with elegant grace as if gliding through the woods, moving purposefully but picking his way along the trail. I was much more bearish in my movement, lumbering through rough patches of the trail relying on my size and strength. Damn this guy brought out the macho stud in me. I felt downright protective of him. We walked silently for a while, the trail twisting into dense woods. We hadn't seen anyone else since the parking lot, and that suited me just fine.
"This is weird" he said suddenly.
"Why?"
"It feel so normal, like we've done this a million times."
"I know" I replied, "I've been feeling the same thing. I guess it's just that we're both in our natural habitats here, not in some contrived coffee shop." We walked on, moving off the trail from time to time to avoid washed out areas. I wasn't tired, but I'd worked up a good sweat. We walked side-by-side whenever we could, rubbing shoulders or arms whenever I could sneak it in. Truth is I wanted to jump his bones, and I'd take any excuse for physical contact. We came to a fork in the trail, the main trail bearing off to the left. He pointed to the right.
"This one goes down to an old scout camp, there's a few Adirondacks down there and a cool log bridge."
I nodded and took the hint. The attraction certainly wasn't a log bridge, but a nice semi-private Adirondack would be just fine. We walked for another fifteen minutes or so over much rougher terrain. Clearly this trail wasn't a favorite of mountain bikers or joggers, there were scores of downed trees across it and deep ruts full of mud and slime. The old fear knocked in my head, I was heading deep into the woods on an unused trail with a strange man I'd known in person for all of an hour. He was leading the way, and the movement of his tight ass dissipated the fear. He was a devout bottom, after all, and a sub to boot. If I told him to strip and roll in the mud he'd likely do it if he had a woody.
The trail wound up a hillside and opened to a spectacular view. Without thinking, I stepped beside him and put my arm around his back. It was a casual gesture, not intended to be sexual. He stiffened up like a board and I remembered that he'd never had any deliberate physical contact with another man. I gave him a squeeze and withdrew, letting him adjust to things at his own pace. We turned as one and headed onward, down the back side of the trail that wove deep into the woods in a tiny valley.
We came to a clearing with three shelters build around the edge. They'd seen better days, and two of them looked about ready to fall in. The third one's roof had given way and weeds sprouted from the rubble. He led the way just past the clearing to a fourth shelter, this one with stone sides, but no roof. No problem, the three stone walls provided ample privacy, and with the clearing between us and the trail, we'd hear anyone stomping into the area long before they'd be near us. He'd done pretty well scouting this place out.
"Nice" I said, looking around. Donny stood facing me, a look of abject terror on his face. This was the moment we'd talked about endlessly, where I'd seduce him and he'd surrender his ass to me at last. But the rules for this meeting were set, and I'd keep my side of the bargain. We were here to do a little mutual stroking, and that's it. No seducing, no asking for more. In a way, he was more in control of things than I was, being bound by my word. I had no intention of pushing him, with no expectations, if the only thing we did was hug that was cool with me.
"Are you OK?" I asked, seeing his jeans visibly shaking.
He smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, just scared shitless" he confessed. I took a step towards him. I remembered how scared I'd been my first time with a guy, a mere four years ago. I remember feeling like I had to please him, like I had to do whatever he said in exchange for the honor of getting him off on the sly and not telling anyone what I was doing. I smiled inwardly at that memory, then winced at the asshole that had been my first. He'd taken advantage of me, playing on my naivete to make me feel obligated to jack him off, despite the fact that he'd lied about his age, his appearance, and just about everything else. I didn't want to be an asshole for Donny, he was too sweet.
"We don't have to do anything" I said, putting my hands in my pockets to emphasize the point.
He took a step towards me, narrowing the distance to a foot or so. "I want to" he said to the ground.
"But you don't have to" I said again, I didn't want him to think that he had to `perform' for me. "You want to hike to that bridge?" I offered, part of me hoping he'd take the out.
"No" he said, still looking down, "I want to do this. I need to do this. I know it sounds weird, but it's taken a lot out of me to just be here, and if we just go down to the bridge, I'll lose my nerve and then later I'll be kicking myself for it like the last time. I'll be jacking off in front of the computer, talking to you and wishing I'd done something with you. I can't do that again."
His fists were clenched by his sides. I knew the battle he was fighting inside; the rational, everyday guy who coaches his kid's soccer team screaming at the hungry primal male who's been contained too long. I took my hands out of my pockets and put them behind his elbows to steady him. I could feel his muscles shaking. He raised his head to look at me, the first time our eyes met since we started the walk.
"You don't have to do anything" I said sternly, though right now my pants were giving away my real feelings. "If this is too much right now, we can work up to..." His right hand reached across the space between us and grabbed my package. Grabbed as in `oh shit that hurts' grabbed. His nervous energy was crushing my balls.
"I need this" he said, almost through clenched teeth. I forgot the vice-grip on my nuts and moved my hands up to his shoulders, pulling him towards me. Kissing had been on the no-no list, but I could not resist, and he wasn't resisting much either. Our lips met and his grip mercifully relaxed, while mine tightened. My arms went around his shoulders as I pulled him to me. He returned the kiss, gently and tentatively at first, then voraciously. His tongue probed my mouth as his hands explored my body, feeling the heat and hardness of another man for the first time. I held my embrace steady, satisfied to let him explore me at will. I could feel the wonder in his hands as they roamed across my back, and I flexed and tensed muscles for him as his touch stimulated me to the core. I was the object of his first unbridled taste of man to man desire, and I was loving every second of it.
I wanted desperately to grope his tight ass, but this was his show, not mine. I felt the shaking lessen, converted to strong strokes on my back and arms. His hands kneaded my muscles, giving me an unexpected and very erotic massage. I'd gone commando for this meet, and my cock was now straining against my jeans most uncomfortably. I could feel his own bulge against mine, making my erection even more painful. As his hands wandered southward, I tensed my buttocks, inadvertently driving my cock into his crotch forcefully. He took this as encouragement and grabbed my ass for all he was worth. I followed suit, bringing my hands down slowly, pulling his body closer against mine as I went. When at last I met the firm demarcation line where his muscular back ended and his nice firm ass began, I pulled him in hard, emphasizing my movement with my mouth and tongue.
He pulled off my lips and put his head on my shoulder, our cheeks brushing. I wondered if my stubble felt as erotic to him as his stubble felt to me, but I didn't have long to ponder this. His embrace became a hug, his full strength being brought to bear on my ribs and down to my ass. I echoed his embrace, pulling him nearly off his feet. He was grinding his hips into me now, rubbing his groin into mine very purposefully. I didn't want him to explode in his pants and miss all the fun, so I eased my hands forward, searching for the button on the top of his jeans. My fingers found the button and I unclasped it, struggling against his full embrace. I pulled the jeans apart and slid my hands down, the backs of them brushing his pubes. He too had decided against underwear for the occasion.
His massive cock sprung free, and I undid my own pants, selfishly wanting that hot meat pressed against mine. All the time his head remained on my shoulder, his hands on my ass, sliding under the now loose jeans to my hairy skin. He ground his whole body into mine as if trying to merge with me. I got free of my jeans enough to get my cock parallel to his and take both of them in my hand, using my other hand to feel the warm globes of his ass. Our cocks were thick enough that it was impossible to wrap my hand fully around them both, and I have some big mitts.
I was in heaven with this hot man unleashing his lust with me. I stroked us both firmly, his more massive member poking at my groin while mine barely reached his pubes. The friction was delicious, and given the circumstances, the best I could hope for was a few more seconds before he blew. He pulled his head back and looked at me. It was a look of desire and fulfillment. His blue eyes were focused intently on mine, as if seeing me for the first time. I held his gaze, wanting this moment to last, and at the same time wanting his lips again. In that moment of hesitation, things changed.
It was he who initiated the kiss this time, a savage, hungry kiss. Despite everything I knew about this guy, about his submissive side, his shy and overcautious nature, I surrendered to his kiss. He rocked back and forth on his heels, sliding his cock through my hand and against my cock, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. If he kept this up, I'd be the one to blow first. His hands were on my chest, undoing my shirt, grabbing for my hairy pecs and exploring aggressively. The shyness was gone, replaced with a ravenous hunger in him. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and feasted my eyes for a moment on his magnificent chest, coated in fine blonde down, perfectly manscaped from clavicle to cock. With a little more meat, he could be a model. I had only a split second to enjoy the view before he pressed his body on mine again, slipping gently on the commingling sweat.
Our shoes got kicked off without breaking the increasingly hot kiss. My mouth wandered over his neck, his ears, while he did the same. Every point of connection was a flare of fire. We shook off our jeans enjoyed the nakedness of the other. His body pressed against me, rubbing me all over. I let my free hand wander over his naked back and buttocks, enjoying the scent coming off him. This body that I'd watched so many times writhe with pleasure at my words on screen, was now writhing at being with me. That magnificent cock that I'd admired and lusted after was now in my hand, side by side with my own throbbing manhood. I wondered how far he wanted to go now. I hadn't come prepared to do anything more than stroke him, and I knew his fears and inhibitions by heart. I wanted desperately to go down on him, to take that wet club into my mouth and send him to heights he'd only fantasized about, but if he wasn't ready, it would bring this experience to a sudden end.
He pulled away from me suddenly, stepping back and taking a deep breath. My heart sank as I saw the signs of regret and guilt washing over him. The clenched fists were back, his naked body tense and rippling with energy. The battle within him raged on, even as his body clearly yearned for more. I stood still, breathing heavily, looking not at him but at the ground. If he needed more time, so be it. He bent over and began to collect the clothes we'd eagerly discarded a minute before. I kept my eyes on the ground, not wanting to see that magnificent body pull out of reach. I reminded myself that Donny was a tease and I knew that coming in. My cock ached, this was more than even I could handle. I could understand his reluctance, his ambivalence, and even his shame, but I was human too, and I was feeling pretty damned used. I didn't expect to fuck him, but I didn't expect to be left locked and loaded either. I'd had enough, it was time to walk out of here.
I bent to get my jeans and he pulled them out of my hands abruptly. "No" he said, laying them on the ground next to his. "Please no" he repeated. He knelt down on our jeans and stretched his shirt on the ground, then he looked up at me. Those damned blue eyes pleading with me, urging me on.
"Donny, are you sure?" I asked, hating myself for asking. If he was offering himself to me, what the hell was I doing looking for an out? I knelt beside him, putting my hands on his shoulders, looking at him square in the eye. He brought his arms up, and eased me down on the clothes he'd spread out.
"I'm sure man" he said, slipping his leg between mine and stretching out on top of me, locking his lips to mine again in an even more passionate kiss than before. Once again my hands explored his body, reveling in the contact and unexpected turn of events. I knew he'd lose interest once he came, so I was determined to enjoy myself while he lasted. I kept away from his cock deliberately, not wanting to send him over the edge too soon. Too late I realized that this was a mistake.
In our squirming passion, I hadn't noticed that he'd shifted his position. I was lost in a sensual trance, enjoying both his touch and the feel of his entire body. I was making a mental recording of him to replay over and over. It came as a bit of a surprise when I found myself spread under him. His hands were working my cock, sliding my copious foreskin up and down, fingertips exploring the head. His own meat was hanging under my balls, adding to my interest by grazing them with his movements. For a newbie, he certainly was passionate. A sense of deja-vu came over me until I realized that in our erotic fantasies we'd often used this position, but it was always I who was on top.
"Donny" I said, breaking another long kiss, "What are we doing?" His mouth roamed over my chest as I spoke, latching on to my right nipple and shutting me up. My eyes rolled back as my fuses overloaded. This guy was too damned hot. He worked my nipple with his tongue and teeth while his fingers rolled the left one gently, then switched sides. Damn. I felt his pent-up sexual frustration being poured out on me; whatever kept him in virginal check, was gone for the moment, replaced with unstoppable carnal lust. His mouth and hands devoured me.
I was thrashing now, being driven nuts by the sensations. In a swift movement, he raised my legs and pressed the head of his cock against my bud. I came out of my dream state abruptly, but not in time to protest as the thick head surged into my unprepared ass. The pain was blinding, and I let out a howl. A hot steel rod was tearing me open, searing my ass and sending waves of pain up my back. I tried to pull back, but my head was already rammed against the rock wall. My hands raced down to his hips to push him off me, but he slid deeper into me, sending another surge of pain through me. He grabbed my wrists and leaned forward. He'd hooked my shins on his shoulders, and now he had me rolled up and unable to move. For a skinny guy, he was strong as an ox. Son of a bitch was fucking my ass. I squirmed, but this only served to seat him more firmly inside. He was holding the head in place, moving with me now, keeping locked inside my thrashing ring. I looked up at him, but his eyes weren't on me. His upturned face showed the pleasure my struggle was giving him, his eyelids fluttered as his body tensed and relaxed with each breath. At last he opened his eyes and looked down at me, and the look was of total lust.
I opened my mouth to protest as he rammed his cock into me. Instead of words, another howl issued from my throat. His thick meat filled me to capacity, penetrating where I'd never thought possible. My hole was a ring of fire, stretching to accommodate him despite my objection. I was panting now, short ragged gasps to try and mitigate the feeling of being impaled and split in two. I stopped writhing and just focused on the pain, wishing it away. Gradually the pain eased, despite the massive meat now invading my tight hole. The urge to kill Donny was passing, replaced with an emerging desire for this guy. I was supposed to be doing this to him, but the feeling of him inside wasn't exactly terrible.
I'd completely lost my erection at this point, a fact that had not escaped Donny's attention. He grabbed my semi-flaccid cock and as if using it for leverage, went deeper. I had thought that I'd taken all of him in the last surge, but now I knew I was wrong indeed. A new pain deep inside me erupted. He was deeper than any man I'd ever had, or ever wished to have. A numb ache deep inside throbbed at what must be the head of his cock. It hurt, not the sharp burning pain of my invaded sphincter, but a bruised hurt. Almost involuntarily I squirmed to ease the pain, and two things happened: First, his cock rubbed against my prostate, making me not care so much about the pain, and second, the ache inside crested then abruptly stopped. Once again, Donny held immobile, buried now to his tufted balls. We looked at each other, a look of accomplishment washing over Donny's face. I wanted to say something, but the pain and pleasure of his assault elicited only a grunt.
I'd often read where guys say that it felt as though a cock where so deep it was in their throats, but until this moment, I thought it was a manner of speaking. My entire body felt the presence of Donny's cock, not just my ass. My stomach tightened up in response to the massive knot below, my breathing was fast, making me a little dizzy, and my pleasure centers where in overdrive. I had never felt so completely taken, so brutally and wonderfully impaled. I could feel Donny's heat and vibration through my tunnel and deep into my very body, as if I were truly joined to him. He raised his body up, shifting the angle of his shaft and sending waves of pleasure through me. He looked down at me and smiled.
His pull out sent panic through me. He could not take this wonderful feeling away now, I had to feel it again. His long shaft glided out of my relaxing hole easily, as my body ached for it back. I felt the crown of the head hit the inside, and he stopped. I clenched my ass, a painful act, but I had to have that cock. Donny stopped his retreat, then with the same slow drive, headed back in, filling me with bliss. He hit that spot again, the sore aching spot inside, and I adjusted my hips, and once again felt the crest and sudden release. His cock was the center of my world now, it's slow transit in and out the marker of time. I anticipated the gentle tug of the head at my entrance as the signal for another delicious plunge into my depths.
Donny gradually built up the tempo, each stroke a little faster than before, but just as deep. As his speed built up, I had less time to adjust to him, and then to the space he left in his wake. During an energetic stroke he popped completely out of me, leaving me suddenly empty. I gasped as my ass clenched shut, free of the invader at last. He rectified the situation quickly, but gave my battered ring a beating in the process. This second penetration was pure pain as he put weight behind it to drive deep. I arched my back to accommodate him, and he continued his relentless assault. I met his thrusts with my hips, pushing him deeper and guiding his rod to where it felt good. I was lost in a world of wet slapping and unbridled pleasure.
He was changing his stroke now, staccato plunges deep inside that rattled my teeth. My own cock throbbed, but I paid no attention to it. He found my prostate, guided by my moaning reactions, and focused on it with little rubbing thrusts. I felt my orgasm welling up unbidden, and let it happen. With his cock balls-deep inside, my cock erupted and my entire southern passage contracted. Donny retreated slowly throughout the surging contractions, massaging his cock on the way. Cum shot up into a ropy arc, landing on my chest.
As I came down off the orgasmic high, Donny had retreated to just the head in the ring. Like him, after I cum I'm not much of a follow-through kind of guy, which is why I always make my partner cum first. The entire scenario was now crystallizing in my head. It's not that I wasn't enjoying this, but suddenly reality was all around me. I was ass-up getting fucked bareback in a public park with a guy I really didn't know with a baseball bat for a cock. The pain that had been a constant stimulant towards orgasm was still there, but now it was just pain.
"Turn over." Donny said, still not withdrawing completely. I wanted to object, to protest any further invasion, but again, the reality was that he was firmly lodged in my ass and short of screaming `rape' there was little I could do. He lowered my left leg and rotated my hips. The feel of his cock twisting inside me made my eyes roll back. That was a new one. He kept directing my movement by using my legs to steer my upper half, keeping his rod firmly inside. With nothing but his copious pre-cum to lube, it spun in short snaps, each one sending pain and pleasure through me. When he had me face down, he let me stretch out my legs and he lay on top of me, entering me fully again. We both sighed as the last bit of torque released at his penetration.
He lay there for a moment, his engorged member a part of me, his body my blanket. Despite my fears and the encroaching reality, I surrendered to the moment. I felt good. He raised himself up a little and started to rock, rubbing me inside as well as outside. I parted my legs a bit to get comfortable and he plunged into me, again to the deepest part. I grunted, but Donny was now going into high-gear. From this position, I could only take it. He pounded me hard, putting his full weight on every thrust. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back, his breaths gasps of air. He piston-fucked me angrily, focused now on his pleasure, not mine. I was just a tight hole to get him off.
When it felt like my ass could take no more, when the pain of being repeatedly entered by this stud in rut, he drove into me and held there, and I knew. Through my over-used tunnel I felt him surge his load. My insides felt the hot spurt as his balls tightened and his cock twitched it's climax. His body collapsed on mine, sprawling over me. I was hard again, but had no interest in seeing it through; the harsh reality was still lingering around me, despite the pleasant sensation of been stuffed with a massive cock and pumped full of Donny's seed. The Donny I knew on line would sign off now and return to his daily routine without a second thought. But the Donny I knew on line wasn't the Donny stretched out on top of and in me. He sighed as he gently slipped from me, leaving a lonely emptiness where his heat had been. Although my ass was throbbing with pain, I mourned his departure from it.
I felt him shudder a little. I wanted to turn around, despite the wonderful feel of his body on mine. He gingerly rolled off me, and I saw his face; he was crying.
"I'm so sorry" he said, clenching his eyes shut.
"What?" I gasped. I was lost now.
"I don't know what came over me." He wiped his face with the back of his hand. "I just lost it." More tears.
There was a numbing realization that the man who'd just given me the best fuck of my life regretted it. This was followed quickly with amusement; he was a devout bottom who'd just lost his virginity by topping like a champ. I wanted to laugh, to tell him that I understood completely. Sometimes in the heat, the primal male urge to penetrate takes precedence over the desire to fulfill a fantasy, it's just the chemistry of the moment.
"You were incredible." I muttered.
"I know" he replied, in all sincerity, still weeping. "Every woman I've been with has told me that. I just get lost in it, you know?"
I laughed at his immodest but truly honest response. "Donny, it's all good" I said, kicking myself for such a stupid cliche. "It's not like I wasn't a willing participant, at least most of the time."
"I'm so sorry" he repeated, "I didn't mean to do that to you. I wanted you to, you know..."
"Do that to you" I finished for him. He nodded. I wiped away a tear and caressed his cheek. "Babe, I you didn't turn me. I want to fuck you because you have a cock, not despite it! If anything, I want your ass more now than I did before." I was rewarded with that radiant smile.
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