Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 07:41:59 CDT
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story: Summer of My 15th Year 36 (adult-youth) (incest)

The Summer of My Fifteenth Year, Chapter 36

by Tim Foure

copyright 2000

If you are under 18 or not permitted access
to homosexual erotica where you live, then
you should not read this story. The other
usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 36

It was Wednesday night before Steve finally
called. He caught me on the way out the
door to Phil's. The electrician had come
that afternoon, and although he had a
little more work to do the next day, we
could begin putting up the sheetrock first
thing in the morning. And massage each
other after that, I thought as I hung up.

Phil had intended us to spend the evening
planning what we would take to the beach.
Sex wasn't on the agenda. But knowing I was
going to be seeing Phil had kept me heated
up all day, and Steve's phone call pushed
one more button in my countdown to sex. I
jumped Phil when he closed the door. I was
ready to blast off.

"I need to be fucked right now!" I told him
when I pulled my tongue out of his mouth.
"And I'm not kidding!"

It turned out my mood exactly matched
Phil's. I was lubed and he was inside me a
few minutes later. And there was no playing
around. He went straight for my prostate,
using the short frequent strokes that
massaged it continuously while rubbing his
belly against the back of my dick. I moaned
into his mouth as our tongues caressed each
other. We didn't even break to breathe.
When I thought I might pass out from lack
of air, he pulled his mouth from mine and
we both gasped a lungful. Then he pressed
his mouth back against mine and our tongues
went at each other again. My orgasm was
violent, causing me to crush him against me
with both my arms and legs. I felt his dick
push into me to its limit and begin to
throb as his own orgasm came. He was
moaning too then. Finally he collapsed on
me for half a minute before he began to
support some of his own weight with his
arms. We lay there panting, still pressed
together by my arms and legs and the force
of gravity.

"I needed that more than I realized," Phil
told me after we had gotten our breath and
our heart rates had returned to normal. His
dick had just slipped from my asshole.

"Tell me about it!" I replied.

He started to raise up on his arms so I
released him.

"We're a mess," he said looking down to
where both of our bellies were covered with
my cum. He rolled onto his back beside me.

"It could be worse," I told him as I pulled
the rubber from his dick and turned it
inside out over his belly, emptying out his
cum. Then I lay on top of him, wiggling
around to rub his cum onto my belly and to
mix it with mine.

"Yep, now it's worse. No doubt about it. We
need a shower."

"I'll wash your back"

"I was counting on that," he said, smiling
up at me.

"I'll wash your front too."

"I was sure of that too."

In fact we washed each other thoroughly,
ending up by jerking each other off. When
we finished, there was about a half an hour
left before Ted would pick me up. It turned
out that was plenty of time to plan what we
would pack.

The following morning I was at Steve's at
6:30. As we drank our coffee in the yard
behind his house, Steve told me the
electrician had run all the wire he needed.
There was nothing left for him to do but
install the outlets and connect the wires
at the circuit box. He had said he would
return first thing in the morning to do it.

"He came right when he promised yesterday,"
Steve told me, "so I expect him to be here
today."

"You've been lucky with him."

"Definitely. He's got all my business from
now on. Let's get at it."

The sheetrock was in four by twelve sheets.
It took four of them to do the ceiling of
Steve's bedroom. He had rented a gadget for
supporting the sheets against the ceiling
while we screwed them into place. Having
put up sheetrock with nails, I was very
glad to see he had chosen to use screws. He
also had an electric screwdriver to drive
them, but it was still going to be hard on
our shoulders because each sheet required
fifty-two screws and the work was all
overhead. It took both of us to jockey a
sheet onto the jack and then we alternated
driving the screws. Since the ceiling was
ten feet high, we had to stand on a ladder
to reach it. That left us with the choice
of moving the ladder frequently or
stretching to put in all the screws within
our reach. We both chose to stretch, and
our shoulders made us very much aware that
might not have been the best choice as the
morning wore on.

The electrician, whose name was Carl,
arrived at eight as he had promised. Steve
hadn't mentioned he was very good looking,
with curly black hair and a deep tan. He
was wearing a long sleeve shirt when he
arrived, but he took it off when he began
to work, revealing hairy arms and a hairy
patch in the middle of his chest which
disappeared into the bib of his overalls.
Bib overalls is an item of clothing I find
particularly erotic. Since they are loose
at the waist, they seem to invite you to
slide your hand inside the bib and down the
front to the crotch. When I see a good
looking guy wearing them, I think
immediately of warm skin and a treasure
trail leading straight to the family
jewels. To make it worse, Carl was either
wearing bikini underwear or no underwear at
all because the button was missing from one
of the side flaps of his overalls letting
it gap open and revealing Carl's tan line
and a few inches of skin below it which the
sun had never reached. I tried not to be
too obvious as I kept my eyes on him every
moment I could. It was something of a
relief when he finished just after eleven
and left.

Steve and I made good progress, finishing
the ceiling, cutting all of the sheets for
the walls to length, and standing most of
them in place. From there Steve could
manage alone, trimming sheets to fit around
windows and doors, cutting holes for the
electric plugs and switches, and attaching
the sheets to the walls. It was after noon
when we stood the last sheet into place.

Because the door to the hall was sealed
with plastic, we had to go out and around
to the kitchen door to enter the main part
of the house. We took our shoes off on the
porch to avoid tracking sheetrock dust into
the house and went in. As usual we stripped
when we got inside, Steve in the laundry
room and me in the kitchen, and I handed
him my clothes to wash. We moved through
the bathroom and were sitting in the
kitchen in shorts eating lunch in less than
half an hour after we finished work.

When the food had disappeared, Steve told
me, "I'll probably have the room finished
by the time you get back from vacation.
Just depends on the guys who're going to
lay the carpet."

"Don't get your hopes up that they'll come
like Carl. Probably keep you waiting quite
a while."

"I hope not. I scheduled a date with them
almost a month ago and they promised to
come. Of course, I know how good most
promises like that are. But I can't start
on the other bedroom until I can get my
furniture back into mine."

"Well, good luck. I'll keep my fingers
crossed for you."

When we got up from the table, Steve went
into the laundry room and transferred the
clothes from the washer to the dryer.
Coming back into the kitchen, he asked,
"Ready for your massage? If your shoulders
feel like mine, I'll bet you're dying for
it."

"I'm dying for it," I told him. The muscles
in my shoulders had actually begun to burn.

Steve spread out our massage table of
towels on the living room floor. Since we
had agreed on Monday there was no longer
any need for modesty during our massages, I
had been debating whether to take my shorts
off before I lay down or to let Steve pull
them down when he got to my hips. I still
hadn't decided when Steve decided for me by
pulling his own down and off. I followed
suit. While he wasn't hard, I was well on
my way. As usual, he didn't look.

Settling in was a very erotic experience. I
lay on my belly, reaching under myself to
aim my still-hardening dick upwards. After
I did, Steve stepped over me, got onto his
knees with one knee on either side of me,
and lowered his butt onto mine. I was
immediately aware of the bare skin to bare
skin contact. I felt his legs press against
my sides, again bare skin to bare skin. My
dick finished hardening as he grasped my
shoulders. I had a fleeting thought that I
could feel the head of his dick touch my
back as he leaned forward. That was
replaced by searing pain as he dug his
fingers into my sore shoulders.

"Owwww!" I said. It was an involuntary
reaction. But the pain I felt was somehow
pleasurable in contrast to the pain I had
been feeling before. There was an element
of relief mixed into it.

"You ok?" Steve asked, continuing to dig
his fingers firmly into my muscles and
kneading them with considerable force.

"Yeah, that actually feels good. I mean it
hurts, but it hurts good. My shoulders were
burning they hurt so bad."

"Overhead work is the worst. We're just not
built for it."

"That's the truth!" I replied.

The good pain he was causing in my
shoulders, upper arms, and neck continued,
replacing the pain that had been there
before and itself lessening in severity
each minute. I realized I was beginning to
relax. I also realized my dick had relaxed
already. For the first time during our
massages, I didn't have a hardon.

When Steve started working his hands down
my back, I had an idea. "Let's switch now
so I can work on your shoulders."

"That would be terrific! They hurt like
crazy. I'm learning a lot of lessons from
the work we're doing about just how many of
my muscles haven't been getting much of a
workout."

We changed places, and as I settled my butt
onto Steve's, my dick shot up. There wasn't
much danger after that I'd be dragging it
up his back, although the bottom of my
balls were firmly seated there. I dug my
fingers into his shoulders with all the
force I had in my hands and began to knead.

"Oh God that hurts!"

I was afraid I had really hurt him. "Should
I stop?" I was already lessening the amount
of force I was using.

"No! No! It hurts good, just like you said.
Don't stop! Please!"

So I continued, and I could feel him relax
under me. When I finished with his
shoulders, I wondered briefly if he had
gone to sleep, but rather than ask, I
continued with the massage. Even if he was
asleep, I thought, I'd still be able to run
my hands over his warm, silky smooth skin.
And that was what I continued to do. I
discovered he wasn't asleep when I moved
off of his thighs and he spread them open
immediately. The lack of the constricting
shorts made it a delight to massage his
butt and his upper thighs. As I spread his
cheeks apart in the process, I could see
the dark tight pucker of his asshole buried
deep in his crack. I fought the urge to
touch it or the back of his balls that I
could see clearly between his legs. I did
rub my thumbs along his perineum, though,
before I continued working my way downwards
to his feet.

I wondered again then if he was asleep
since he didn't move when I stopped. My
choices seemed to be to get dressed and
leave or to ask if he was asleep. I decided
to ask.

"No. Almost, but not quite there. I can't
tell you how much better my shoulders
feel."

"I know. Mine were so much better after you
worked on them I felt like you needed to
have yours done before you massaged me any
more."

"You were sure right about that!" he said
as he turned over and sat up. "I guess we
ought to switch back and pick up with your
massage or I'll owe you double."

He stood up, I rolled onto my belly in his
place, and he straddled me, sitting on my
butt. I was careful to flip my half-hard
dick upwards before his weight pressed me
into the towels.

Steve started the massage from scratch, but
after a few minutes of normal rubbing of my
shoulders, he started working his way down
my back. This time I was sure I could feel
his dick head dragging across my butt as he
moved downwards. When he knelt between my
thighs, he picked up with massaging my
butt. He didn't touch my asshole, but he
got closer to it than I had his, and his
thumbs moved a little ways onto the back of
my balls each time he brought them up the
inside of my thighs. I could feel my dick
throb each time he touched them.

Eventually he reached my feet and told me
to roll over. I was hard as a rock but I
wasn't bothered about it any longer. I had
decided he expected to see a hardon as
proof of the excellence of the massage he
was giving me, so I figured he got the
message when I moved onto my back. His own
dick was not hard.

Steve stepped over me, knelt down, and
lowered his butt onto my middle. I felt
something come down on my dick after his
butt had touched down and decided it had to
be his balls. That made my dick throb. I
wondered how that felt against his balls.

As he began massaging my shoulders, I felt
something moving in my pubic hair and
occasionally touching my dick head. I
realized it had to be his dick being
dragged around by his leaning forward and
massaging me. The realization caused my
dick to begin throbbing again. I knew he
had to be able to feel the throb in his
balls.

As he moved his hands down my body, he slid
down over my hips and onto my thighs. I
felt his dick head and his balls dragging
over me as he moved. When he got to my
waist with his hands, he stopped massaging
and wiped the precum from my belly and the
head of my dick with a small towel he had
brought along when he set up our massage
pad. My dick throbbed in his hand as he
held it. I wondered what was going through
his mind.

Oblivious to my thoughts, Steve moved
downwards, kneeling between my spread
thighs and massaging them up to the hip
joints. Because my dick was sticking
straight up my belly, there was little
chance he would touch it accidentally, and
my ball sac was so tight that my balls were
lifted well out of the way. Only
occasionally did he graze the back of them
as he brought his thumbs up the inside of
my thighs. Finally he reached my feet and
my massage was over.

I sat up and grabbed the small towel to
wipe the precum from my belly and dick
before I moved from the towels to let him
lie down. When he did, he lay on his back.
He still wasn't hard.

"No, you need to lay on your belly," I told
him.

"You already massaged my back."

"Yeah, but this way it'll just feel like
you only got half a massage." I didn't have
an ulterior motive. I really felt he would
enjoy the massage more if I did his whole
body instead of the parts I had missed
earlier. "It's just like you starting over
again on my shoulders the second time."

"Ok, I understand," he said as he rolled
onto his belly and reached under himself to
adjust his dick.

My dick remained hard as I settled onto his
butt and reached for his shoulders. It also
continued to produce precum. As I was
working my way down his back, I became
aware that the precum had worked its way
down to my balls. It was something of a
race to see which would happen first, the
precum running off my balls onto his butt
or me moving to between his legs. In the
end the precum won. I didn't say anything
about it and neither did he. When I moved
to between his legs, I wiped it off of his
butt with the towel and dried my own dick
and balls at the same time.

When he rolled onto his back, I saw that,
judging by his own criterion, he was
enjoying the massage very much. He had a
very hard dick. Since I was still kneeling
by his feet, it looked like it was pointed
at me. It was clearly very hard, arching
over his left ball and standing in space
perhaps a half an inch above it. I moved to
straddle his hips, taking hold of his dick
immediately with my full hand. There was a
drop of precum forming at the end. I
prolonged the placing of it as I settled so
I could feel it as long as possible. It was
as hard as any I had ever felt and resisted
my effort to bend it upwards. The most I
could do was either stand it straight up or
bend it to the left side. Anything else
would clearly have hurt him. I decided to
let it stand up against my own crotch since
that seemed to be its most natural
position. While I held it, precum flowed
out onto my hand. When I released it, it
was standing straight up beside my own dick
with its head pressed firmly into my pubic
hair. In fact, it was pressing so firmly
that I wondered if it was bent back too
far.

"That ok?" I asked him.

He raised his head and looked. "Yep, fine
with me. Is it ok with you that way?"

"Yeah, it's fine with me too." It was
better than fine. And it guaranteed I'd
have a hardon for some time to come.

As I leaned forward to start on his
shoulders, the head of his dick shifted
slightly. I was very much aware of where it
was because of the growing wet spot in my
pubic hair from his precum. It continued to
move around as I worked on his shoulders
and chest, sometimes rubbing up against the
side of my dick and sliding in my own
precum and sometimes rubbing my belly
through the hair. But the time I was ready
to move downwards onto his thighs, my own
precum had run off my balls into his pubic
hair and my own hair was soaked on the one
side from his constant oozing.

I couldn't resist the opportunity to touch
his dick again. I reached for the towel
before I moved, took hold of his dick, and
dried it. I then kept my fingers wrapped
around it and held it away from my belly a
little ways while I dried my own dick,
pubic hair, and balls and his pubic hair.

"We're really making a mess between us,
aren't we?" Steve asked.

"Sure are," I replied, releasing his dick
to press against my pubic hair again and
begin depositing a new wet spot.

As I moved downwards, the head of his dick
traveled along beside my own dick, finally
reaching my balls and sliding over them. It
left behind a clearly-marked trail of
precum where it had been. My own dick was
wet to the balls again by the time I moved
to between his thighs. After that I watched
his dick drip precum onto the towel. And
because of where it lay, I couldn't and
wasn't particularly trying to avoid running
my thumb along it as I massaged the upper
part of his thighs. I had to dry myself
again when the massage was complete.

Steve turned onto his side and raised his
head up onto his hand. I dropped into a
cross-legged position opposite his legs. We
were both still hard and he was still
dripping precum onto the towels, though now
it was falling past his balls. It still
seemed strange to me to see his dick
pointing downward while it was hard.

"You're leaving Saturday morning?" he
asked.

"Yeah, first thing."

"I'm sure you'll have a great time." He
then began to talk about what he would do
while I was gone and what we would do when
I returned.

"I'll remember to keep my fingers crossed
about the carpet layers," I told him.

"I hope you're having a good enough time
that it never crosses your mind," he
replied with a wink and that smile.

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said with
kind of a laugh.

We both got up at that point and pulled on
our shorts. His hardon was deflating, but
mine was as firm as it had ever been. I
went out to get my mowing clothes from my
bicycle, and as I changed into them, Steve
brought my other clothes from the dryer and
gave them to me.

I left Steve's and headed straight for
Kevin's. I had called him the night before
to see if he was going to be home and, more
importantly, if his mother was going to be
working. The answer was yes on both counts.
I had come prepared with rubbers and lube.
I didn't want his father noticing a sudden
depletion of his own supply.

"I thought you'd never get here," Kevin
told me, an unusual statement for him since
he seldom anticipated anything.

I had wondered if Kevin would want to suck
for a while first or go for a quick orgasm
as we usually did when the foursome met. I
had already had all the foreplay I needed.
True to habit, he wanted a quick orgasm,
but he wanted it from being fucked.

"I been working on my asshole," he told me
as we got to his bedroom. "I think I got
enough lube in it already."

He dropped his shorts, the only thing he
was wearing, bent over, grabbed one cheek
in each hand, and spread them as far apart
as they would go. "See?"

I saw. His asshole and the skin around it
for an inch or two glistened with lube. The
hole itself, dark brown in the center
fading out through tan to his normal skin
color, was an oval with an open center
rather than its usual tight pucker. I
stopped pulling off my clothes long enough
to touch it. I ran my finger around the
outside and then slid it straight in as far
as it would go.

"Oh yeah!" Kevin said as I touched his
prostate lightly. "That feels so much
better when you do it."

He was so slick I wondered how much lube he
had used. He seemed to be packed with it.

"I hope your dad doesn't notice you been
messing with his lube," I told him as I
finished getting undressed.

"He won't. It isn't his. I bought a tube of
my own."

I was amazed. Kevin was showing more
initiative than I had ever seen from him
before. I wondered if old man Wheatley at
the drugstore gave him the same treatment
he used to give Ted.

I gave a brief thought to rolling on a
rubber and driving my dick straight into
Kevin's waiting asshole, but I knew if I
did, I would cum in under a minute and
Kevin would be out of luck, at least for a
while. The precept of the foursome that you
had to make it good for your partner kicked
in. "Lay on your back," I told him.

Kevin let go of his cheeks as he dropped to
his knees. He rolled onto his back and
lifted his legs, spreading them and taking
hold of his calves to keep them that way.
His hard dick, easily a third again as
large as mine, throbbed as it pointed up
his belly. I knelt down and leaned forward,
taking his dick into my hand and licking
around the head.

Kevin sighed contentedly at first, but a
few minutes later as I moved from licking
to sucking, he said, "Not that. I want you
to fuck me."

So this time I did roll the rubber on and
slide my dick into him. His eyes rolled up
as the rubber-encased head touched his
asshole and closed as I began to apply
pressure. His mouth opened slightly and his
head angled backward, lifting his shoulders
from the floor. I continued to apply
pressure and was surprised as my dick head
slid easily into him. His moan told me
there was no pain. His lubing of himself
had stretched his asshole enough that he
could take me straight in. I continued to
push, feeling more and more of my dick move
into him until my pubic hair was pressed
against his perineum. By then Kevin was
twisting his head from side to side.

I stayed still for a minute, continuing to
press against him even though my dick was
as far into him as it would go. Then I
began to pull it out. Kevin gasped,
indicating his displeasure with the growing
feeling of loss and emptiness he was now
experiencing. When all of my dick was out
except the head, I stayed still a few
seconds to tease him and then drove it back
in to the hilt. Kevin gasped again,
smiling, as he bent his head even farther
back and lifted his shoulders higher still
from the floor.

I lunged into him several more times,
eliciting a near frenzy of head twisting
from Kevin. If I could have kept it up
without cumming, I would have, but I felt I
was losing control. I wrapped my arms
around his legs and began to alter our
positions until I was sure my dick head was
riding along his prostate. Precum began
oozing freely from the end of his dick. He
pressed his hands flat against the floor. I
started driving my dick into him in short
jabs, each one hitting his prostate.

He yelled when he began to cum. I buried
myself into him to the balls and began a
series of long deep fast strokes while he
continued to cum. That brought me off as
well, matching the beginning of my orgasm
with the end of his. When I was finished I
collapsed onto him, unable to move for a
few seconds. I felt his cum on my chest as
I pressed against him. I rolled to the side
and pulled out of him. We both lay there as
our labored breathing returned to normal.

For a while neither of us spoke. Then Kevin
stood up and got a box of kleenex. He sat
beside me as we used the tissues to wipe
his cum from our chests. I pulled off the
rubber, tying the end in a knot. I was
about to clean my cum from my dick when I
started to get hard again. In fact, I
hadn't fully deflated after I came,
remaining at half staff.

I looked at Kevin, who had stretched out on
the carpet on his left side. He was
supporting his head on his hand, his left
leg straight but his right leg bent at the
hip and the knee, partially supporting him.
His dick, long and thick, hung down to the
carpet. I reached for it as I climbed over
him and got behind him.

"Can you do it again?" he asked as he took
hold of my now-hard dick.

"Lemme play around for a while and then I
think I can," I replied.

"Oh, yeah!" he said, his head and shoulders
sinking to the carpet.

But something about his position had been
what excited me again so quickly. I pulled
on his hip to bring him back onto his side
while pressing against the back of his
right leg so he would bend it again as he
had had it before. As his leg bent at the
hip, the shiny spot around his asshole
appeared. My dick throbbed in response.

"Where's the lube?" I asked.

"In the desk drawer."

I went to the desk to get it. There was
only about a quarter left. The rest was
packed inside of him. Small wonder he was
so slick. I wondered how long he had been
working on his asshole before I arrived.

I walked back to where he lay, stepped over
and straddled his left leg. I sank to my
knees, using my right knee to keep his
right leg bent. I squeezed some lube into
my right hand and, reaching over his leg,
started rubbing it gently onto his dick. He
got hard immediately.

I leaned forward using his side as support
and continued stroking his dick slowly as I
reached down my belly and slid my finger
into his asshole so I was touching his
prostate lightly. I timed the sliding of my
finger in and out of him with the strokes
of my hand on his dick. He began to moan,
also in time with my motion.

I felt my own dick sliding between his legs
lubricated by a combination of my oozing
precum and the lube which covered him as
far forward as the back of his balls. It
felt very good. The urge to move it back
slightly and slide it straight into his
asshole became stronger and stronger. When
I thought I would have to do it if I
continued any longer, I raised up on my
knees and grabbed another rubber from the
small pile of them I had spilled out of my
pocket onto the carpet. I rubbed my dick
with the lubed hand I had been using on him
and rolled the rubber down with my other
hand. I finished by lubing the outside of
the rubber with what was left on my hand.

Supporting myself with my hand on Kevin's
shoulder, I took hold of my dick at the
base and began rubbing the rubber-encased
head along his crack and his perineum to
the back of his balls. What I had been
feeling before was now muted by the
membrane of the rubber between my skin and
his, but he was feeling the same thing he
had been feeling before.

As my dick finished the third complete
circuit between his asshole and his balls,
he begged me, "Please put it in!"

I started the fourth circuit by sliding my
dick head against his asshole and pushing
my full length into him. It felt strange
since I was entering him from the side
rather than the back or the front. The
pressure on my dick was quite different
than what I had experienced before. And I
was certain the head bumped and slid over
his prostate as it went in.

I pulled it out completely and rubbed the
head through the circuit to his balls and
back to his asshole several more times.
Then I slid my dick slowly into him,
receiving another long moan from him as it
went into him. I gave him two strokes
inside before I pulled out and returned to
rubbing the head along his perineum.

I continued to do the same thing on
irregular intervals, several strokes inside
and several from asshole to balls. Each
time I pulled my dick out of him, I brought
out more lube so the inside of his left
thigh soon became coated. I slid my dick
through that too, rolling it around.

Because the stimulation was so intermittent
for him and so light for me, I was able to
continue doing the same thing for quite a
long time. I continued to be fascinated
watching my dick slide into his asshole and
disappear and then reappear again after a
short period inside of him.

After a while longer, Kevin began to
whimper.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, leaning close
to his ear.

"Nothing. I don't want this ever to stop
but I got to cum. I can feel it."

I felt as if I could continue for some time
yet, but I wanted us to cum at about the
same time, so I changed my tactics.

"Shove your hand between your legs," I told
him.

I took hold of his middle finger and slid
it into his asshole. I slid my dick in
along side of it. I began a regular, deep
pistoning motion. I could feel the firmness
of his finger beside my dick. I was trying
to hurry my own orgasm along, afraid he
would cum long before I was ready. But
surprisingly, he didn't. He moaned more and
more as my own orgasm grew.

When I knew I was about to cum, I told him,
"Pull your finger out and start jerking
your dick."

I felt the finger leave his asshole as he
did what I said. He began to jerk under me
as he stroked his dick. Suddenly he
spasmed, his head flew back, and his
asshole grabbed at my dick. I knew he was
there. I pumped as fast and as deep as I
could, feeling at the same time the
rhythmic palpitation of his asshole around
my dick. And then I was with him, shooting
my second load of the afternoon.

When I collapsed onto him, we both rolled
to the side and my dick pulled out of him.
It was a long time before either of us
spoke.

To be continued
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