Monday, November 26, 2012

Virgin Ass (part 2)

So, the reason I was so nervous with the 50 year-old virgin was that I had previously wielded the responsibility with such carelessness that I was really ashamed for awhile.  You may want to read that one first.  It's probably a better read.

He was a college kid home for the holidays a couple of years back.  He was a freshman.  Just turned 19 and I was really flattered that he'd be into a guy that was a dozen year his senior.  And it was the first time where I wasn't the younger guy chasing the older dude.

I came out early and started experimenting sexually when I was 14.  Even before then, I remember sneaking peaks through a slit in the door when my father was watching porn.  I got really frustrated when he started pausing the videos for the close-up shots of a girl's snatch.  I really didn't care unless there was a hard cock fucking it.  Eventually, I got rid of the cognitive dissonance and realized that my fascination in the hard meat between a guy's legs and this thing called gay was pretty much the same.  Even before that, I remember playing around with the neighborhood latin kid at age 6 or so and we'd roll around on the bathroom feeling each other up.  I told him to suck my dick, but he didn't go for it.  Yeah, I know.  Hard to believe but I knew I wanted my cock sucked even at 6.

So, coming out at an early age meant that most of my gay buds and my sexual partners were all older than me.  It was a bit of a shock now that I'm older that there are a lot of guys that are out and younger than me.  And even more of a trip as some of them started coming on to me.

So, back to the college kid.  He was a cub.  A little stocky with a cute face.  And I let him know exactly what he was getting into.  I was attached and didn't have any interest in leaving my partner.  And he was hot for me.  Of course, it probably helped that I sent him several pics of me in my best light... 

He didn't have a car and we both couldn't host, so we decided to meet at the adult book store in town.  Yeah, isn't the most romantic of places to get your cherry robbed. But I was horny and I really got off on him wanting me to fuck him.

So we chatted for a bit outside before we went in.  I told him where to go.  The biggest booth so we'd have room to fuck.

He went in first and I followed.  I entered in the booth and there he was, looking kinda shy.  I pulled him up and gave him a hungry kiss while pulling out the lube and condom I had on me.  I was on a mission and he knew it.  I was rock hard and full of frenetic energy, I don't think I even lubed him up properly.  I held his ass firmly, pushed his back down so he was bent over the solitary chair and pushed in.  Hard.  His ass resisted only for a sec before it loosened up, loosened because he wanted it.  And I fucked him mercilessly.  He couldn't even distract himself with the porn playing in the booth as I made him face away from the screen.  But he still turned his head.  I reached down and felt his rock hard cock.  I barely fucked him for a few moments with his head trying to turn back to look at me, him half rolling his eyes in heat and grimacing in pain.  It was barely a few minutes of me jabbing my rock hard meat inside him when I shot with such intensity I was shuddering for long moments afterwards.  And when I recovered, I made sure I was still inside him when I spun us around and sat down on the chair with him still fully impaled on me.  He gave his cock a few tugs and cried out.  Pain or ecstasy, I'm not sure, but he shot a huge load, spraying his shirt unintentionally. 

I smiled at him while he got off me.

"Oh, that hurt."

"I bad way?"

"No, not really.  It was hot."

I patted him on the shoulder.  "Good.  Catch ya later."

And with that, I was gone.

But I misread it.  He wanted more.  He really wanted a boyfriend.  And in the end, he really wanted a guy that would make his first time special.  What I really wanted, was just a hot fuck from a kid that was going to head back to school in a week.  He kept on messaging me on Scruff and I kept on ignoring him as he called me names. 

And that was one of the few times where I regretted what happened. 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Virgin Ass (part 1)

I was nervous.

The last time I knowingly took a guy's virgin ass (though I'm sure taking a load down their throat wasn't foreign to them) was a couple of years ago with a kid that was home from his freshman year at college.  It didn't go so well.  I'll explain that one next time.

But this guy, I'm pretty sure is going to go differently.

He's a 50 year-old guy, for one.  Married, but just recently taken the plunge and indulged in his thirst for men and cum.  He's been going around the world gorging on cock, sucking down strange boys in the cities he's visits for work, but he hasn't taken the extra step to take it up the ass like he's always fantasized about.  Maybe it's a cliche, but it sorta fits.  He drives an expensive sports car convertible and chases guys younger than him.  But he's still fit as fuck.  His body drives me to shame.  A smaller guy about my height, but with well defined broad chest, cut abs rippling down a naturally smooth body and clean cut face with strong masculine features.  In a word, he's hot.

But I'm not nervous because he makes me feel inadequate. He's, in fact, warm and giving with affection and compliments that will ease any doubt.  An eager pup excited to play.  I'm nervous because of the responsibility I hold.  And the fact that his kid was sleeping upstairs also kinda weighed on my mind.

I had already aborted one attempt at anal.  He's already sucked me off a couple of times in the past and when he asked about anal, I let him know I was all for it.  But when I got there, it was all wrong.  He wasn't himself.  And when I went in for the kiss, I knew why.  He was drunk as fuck.  Slightly slurred speech and he reeked of alcohol.  I could even taste it on him.  Drunk off his rocker and it was 6am in the morning.  I wanted him to feel it and remember it all.  Most of all, I needed to know that he wanted it and, with a clear head, beg for it.  And I knew what would happen if we started.

But today, he was sober.  And eager.  He was waiting for me at the stoop and the long length of his driveway was making my heart pound in my ears in the anticipation with every step.

He leads me into the storage unit next to his garage.  Next to a couch is a sewing machine and clear plastic boxes piled high with his wife's arts and crafts supplies, long stationed in the corner that he doesn't realize how strange it feels for a guy to walk in and attempt to fuck him in a room that's obviously his wife's retreat.  But when our lips meet, he sucks at them greedily, trying to suck in my tongue and devour me.  My hands fly up under his shirt as his cock starts to grow and poke out at my under his gym shorts.  His soft skin and firm abs always amaze me as I trace his cut lines.

He breaks away.  I look at him.

"You sure about this?" I ask.

"I think so...  Yeah.  I want it," he replies hesitantly.  "Wait a sec."

He fumbles around and find a pack of condoms and lube.  It was obviously a sec pack for his work trips.  At that point, I wondered if this was really his first time.

I fumbled with my track pants to get them off and then used the lube to put a dallop on my hard, drooling meat.  A big glob stayed firm from the cold air making it thick enough to hold the shape of a gum drop before I rubbed in.  He was sitting on the couch, mesmerized, as I rolled on the condom and then got some more lube on my fingers.  I leaned in for a kiss while I worked a generous amount of lube on his hole.  At every pass of my fingers, I'd feel it twitch.  Relax in slow moments before a sudden tightening.  His arms showed goosebumps even though his hear was racing against my chest and his heat was strong enough to me start to sweat.  Relax, tighten, relaaaax, tighten.  I pushed a finger in and it was really tight.  Slowly.  Just a little at a time.  And when my finger was fully inserted, I still felt it relax and tighten around my finger.  Even in it's relaxed state, I felt the blood pulse in sphincter.  A steady quick pulse like the waves of electricity across a line.  And I knew, he was speaking the truth.  It was definitely his first time.  At this point, the making out slowed down to the point where he was just concentrating on his hole and when I pressed against the hard bulb of his prostate, he let out a yelp.

"I want you in me."

I pulled my finger out of his ass, probably a little too quickly, and placed the head of my covered cock against his hole.  Even through the latex, my cock could feel his heat.

Propped his other ankle over my shoulder and then placed the head of my cock firmly against his hole.  He gasped and grabbed onto my leg and started to push me back, but I kept up the pressure.  Not enough to push in, but enough so I wouldn't be pushed out.  My cock head was past and met a tight resistance.  And that pulsing!  It did wonders against my cock head.  Made my cock jump and flare out over and over.  It was one of those moments where I felt his hole finally relax a little and I inched in.  He white knucked my thigh but I didn't let up until I was balls deep.  And there I stopped.  Even with it covered, I felt the strong heat of his desire. His chest was heaving as he was mumbling under his breath.  I laid a hand firmly against his chest and felt his heart racing before I pulled out slowly.  I wanted him to feel the entire length of his cock.  I wanted it to feel like miles of man that was invading his channel.  Right when I just the tip of my cock was in, I slammed it back in.  On and on for awhile before I felt like he needed to feel something different, so I stayed deep in his hole and then made my cock throb to impale him with another inch.  Then I gyrated in a circle to see what the next best angle should be and his quick breaths told me when I was on the right track.  I fucked him mercilessly before I laid my hand on his cock.  My hands weren't cold, but they felt like they were against his white hot cock.

"No, don't.  You'll make me cum."

But I knew that he was already past the point of no return, just from the extra heat of my hands.

So I just grasped it firmly, letting the rhythm of my fuck be the stroke of his cock.  And in seconds, he let a stream of cum fly.  And another.  Then two smaller spurts before he was spent.  He grimaced when I pulled out.

"But you didn't cum yet."

"It's alright.  That was all I needed."  I got up and he did as well, albeit a bit wobbly.

"I want you to cum, though."

So I pulled off the rubber and put my arm around his shoulder and jerked it for a few seconds in a circle jerk style.  He lightly rubbed my stomach and I shot a load onto the cement floor.

As I was putting my clothes on, things got a bit awkward.

"You okay?"

"Oh yeah.  It was just a bit...  intense.  Lots of things running through my head."

I gave him a long hug before he led me out the door.  But later, he texted me begging for me to do it again.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Summer's Unfortunately Over

Fortunately or unfortunately, seasonal changes aren't that obvious in Los Angeles.  But for the past couple of months, it's been really apparent that summer is over.  It's not the weather.  Traffic becomes a mess (more so than it already is) when school is back in session.  And I've been trying hard to get another round with this buddy I met over the summer.  Turns out it's probably just going to be a summer fling.

I answered his ad on craigslist and I have to admit, I didn't think he was all that serious about meeting up.  It wasn't the typical ad.  He was pretty clear on what he wanted: a fuck bud.  A guy that he can shoot the shit with, but also get down and nasty.  But his responses were all over the place.  Earnest in one, then aloof and non-committal in another.  Always pretty short, but the small gathering of letters that peppered the screen always had a weight of swirling meaning behind it.  I'm a sucker for a mystery and it didn't hurt that he was a stocky, hairy bearish bottom.  So I kept at it.

Turned out he was married, like most of the guys around this area.  Had a wife and a kid.  Worked the swing shift, so had the house to himself in the mornings.  And at the time, my schedule was pretty flexible, so I proposed meeting in the late morning when his wife and kid were gone.  We set up the meeting once, and then he did the disappearing act.  Foolishly, I went through the emails and hung out at the coffeeshop on his corner just in case he emailed back with a concrete address.  After wasting an hour (well, it wasn't a complete waste, since the shop had wifi and I just started to get some work done), I took off for work.  He came up with some bullshit excuse about working late and oversleeping, so we rescheduled for later in the week and he disappeared again.  Another excuse.  This time he acknowledged that he was starting to feel like a flake.  So I decided I'd cut to the chase and laid it all out.  Basically said the ball is in his court, but I'm not doing to the email thing until he gives me a day and an address because it seemed like he was just another married guy jerking off to the idea of getting fucked and just not ready to go through with it.

A couple of weeks went by where I just stopped responding to his emails until I got a message that finally made me think he might be legit.  His wife and kid were heading out of town for the rest of summer and he was holding down the fort.  And he gave me his address.

At this point, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.  Was I going to take the bait or just cut my losses.  And then I looked at his pics again and of course my dick led the way.  The pic he originally sent to me was him shirtless, grinning at the camera with his camera held at arm's length in such an uncoordinated way as to motion blur his entire face, but not enough to hide prominent features: his perfect teeth, hazel eyes, expressive eyebrows under slightly thinning hair and a solid frame...  broad shoulders and strong arms with curly, short hair that doodled across his chest.  Then the second pic.  A pic taken on his bed with the camera pointing down his chest to the foot of the bed, distorting his proportions in a tunnel effect that warped his legs into long stretched stumps but made his tool which stood upright all the more impressive. Images skewed enough to make it a compelling fantasy but pronounced enough to make it seem tangible.

So, the next morning I headed over.  And fuck if my weak knees and stumbling gait back to the car afterward didn't indicate it was a good decision.

There was a brief moment of dread when I reached the address and realized that it was a secured condo and I had no idea what his unit number was.  But after an email announcing my arrival, I got a quick response directing me to a side entrance where he let me in.

And there was no doubt that his story was completely legit.  He grasped my hand in a firm handshake, his meaty paw enveloping mine while his other tapped me on the shoulder.  He spoke in mumbling low tones that made me draw near to comprehend, but at the same time an invisible wall was between us.  It was a delicate display of intimate separation and distinction.  His feet shuffled heavily down the hall in a lazy way.  And he reeked of pot.  I'm don't chase straight guys.  It's way too much trouble.  But there's something hot about a guy that acts in a way that's completely foreign to what I'm used to.

When I walked into the condo, I was smacked in the face with the strong smell of wacky weed and the sounds of pussy porn muffled enough to not disturb the neighbors, but loud enough to add to the mood.

"I smoked out a bit.  Regressing into bachelorhood, I guess.  And shit, this place is a mess.  Sorry about that.  Don't have anyone to pick up after me.  Ha!"

I silenced his rambling by pulling him close and planting my lips against his.  Fuck he was a good kisser.  Passionate and present.  His arms seeking out my body and mine his and I felt him hardening in his basketball shorts as his cock started to pulse against me.  I pulled off all his clothes in a frenzy and he stood there naked before me.  Fuck, I love a hairy beefy guy that's my height.  He looked kinda shy and awkward with me fully clothed taking him in, but I was dressed for work and I didn't rush to take my clothes off.  My eyes were having too much fun taking him in.

He headed to the couch as I slowly undressed.  Pulled the condom and lube I brought and tossed them on the coffee table.  Tossed my shirt next to the neglected laundry basket full of bright rainbow colors meant to please an 8-year old child.  Tossed my pants next to the other basket mixed with women and mens undergarments.  My rock hard cock thudded against my belly when I pulled my trunks off, already wet with precum.  And then flopped onto the couch on top of him, knocking the wind out of him a bit a second before my lips met his so when he tried to recover, he inhaled me into him. 

We made out for a long time.  His soft full lips sucking against mine.  Our tongues probing each other.  And a playful nibble every now and then.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled back.  His earnest hunger was intoxicating.

"Want me to fuck this down your throat?"

"Yes," he said.  Not "yeah" but "yes".  With a long trailing s that both confirmed his proper new england uprbrining and echoed his desire.

"Yessssss."

So without warning, I face fucked him. 

Gag, spit, quick breathes, long inhale as he struggled to keep up.  Me getting frustrated from the teeth of an untrained cocksucker.

"More?"

"Yessss!"

"You like cock, don't you?"

"Yessss!" His eyes were closed for most of the onslaught, lost in the fantasy he was fulfilling.  But they fluttered open at that point and he lunged forward to get my cock down his throat again.

I couldn't take any more of his teeth though, so I pulled off and started to suck him. That was when I realized that I might have gone too far as he wasn't even hard.  He closed his eyes again and opened them only to occasionally glance at the porn.  But despite his half hard cock, he would still mutter the occasional greedy, "Yesssss!"

My saliva was starting to run down his balls now in enough amounts for me to finger it in.  He was tight.  I could feel his hole throbbing around my finger, pulsing with blood at the foreign invasion to his inner channel.  Then the ripple across the length of my finger as I pulled out while his hole clenched and unclenched.  I could barely get two fingers in, but I was just too horny to try to open him up any more.  I ripped open the condom and sheathed myself while sucking him down.  Lubed up.  Flung his legs over my shoulder.  Checked to see if he was ready.  And I slowly plunged in.

He let out a low groan.

I knew I was going in too fast, even though I was going as slow as I could.  I tried to pull out but immediately when he felt me start to withdraw, his arms flew up and tried to stop me.  They searched out my hips and he drew me back in until I finally sank in all the way.  It felt so nice.  Just me balls deep and his hole throbbing around my cock.  I dropped down so that my chest fell against his and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Chest pounding, hole throbbing, I slowly fucked into him in short small strokes.  His eyes were still closed and his cock still flaccid when I picked up the pace and really started pounding him.   Despite all this, there was something in me that really wanted him.  Despite the walls he put up, the long awaited meet really got me going and after just a few minutes, I felt cum start to boil up in my balls.  I stopped.  That wasn't enough, so I pulled off and pulled the condom off and collapsed on top of him to make out.  I was playing with his chest hair, running my fingers through them and across his chest when he pulled back.

"I want you in me again"

"Got a condom?"

He didn't, but instead got an all fours on the couch.  I took the hint.  I slapped his ass with my cock a couple of time and then lined it up.  No hesitation this time.  No resistance.  Still tight as fuck, but he wanted it.

I plunged in.

I fucked him like that for a long time.  Hard.  Insistent.  My groin slapping hard against his ass with every thrust, so hard his ass bounced and rippled up to his back.  I can see the shockwaves ripple up his body.

When I couldn't hold back anymore, I reached under the wrap my arm across his chest and used that to push him firmly down on my cock as I blasted deep inside him.  I buckled on top of him, trying to get deeper and deeper inside to plant my load. 

I pulled out to notice that I just didn't shoot deep enough.  My load started to leak out of his ass as he turned around and lied back down.  My legs were wobbly from the intensity of the orgasm.  At the same time, I didn't want it to end.  I took his cock in my mouth again and hungrily ate him up to the point where my cock was throbbing again.  He was still only half hard at best, but I didn't let up.  I felt the cum on his balls and played with them lightly before my fingers found his hole.  I dug out my cum with my fingers and then pushed it back in.  And then I felt his prostate and started to push against it.  Just a few seconds and his prostate started to tighten and he unloaded a huge load in my mouth.  His cock hardened just for a second or two to unleash its load, making me gag a little, but I swallowed it all down.

I was so weak after that.  Barely had enough energy to stand up straight in the shower afterwards to get the smell of sex off me before I went to work.  And it wasn't the last time that happened.  We played four times after that.  Once every two or three weeks in the summer when I could take a morning off work to play.  He didn't need the porn anymore.  Nor did he keep his eyes closed.  It became more and more intense after each encounter.

Until his wife and kid came home for the new school year and I no longer had my mornings free.

But I think he found what he was looking for.  We talked a bit and shared experiences.  Got to know each other.  One day, we'll be able to pick up again where we left off.  I'm too persistent to let it go.  But until then then, we'll have warm memories to keep us warm in the fall and winter.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Flipping a Top

Honestly, I don't think I've ever met a total top.  And that includes me too. It's gotten to the point where I ask, but I don't really listen to the answer.

He was on GROWLr, an app on the iPhone and Android devices that let's you check out the guys that are also browing nearby.  Sorta like the bear version of Grindr.  5'9" 175# and close cropped hair.  His face picture was a bit blury, but you could still tell he was a good-looking guy.  Figured him for a chaser since he didn't seem all that beefy or hairy.  A nice, clean-cut guy.

We idly swapped messages back and forth on a Saturday while I was trying to catch up on some mindless reality TV shows that I had on the DVR.  That is, until he unlocked his private pictures.  He had my attention then.  He had a fine dusting of hair across his chest and down his stomach.  Small nipples that protruded as if they were meant to be sucked...  nursed on for hours.  His cock filled the frame of the picture, so I couldn't tell scale, but it was angry red and veiny, tilting slightly to the left but massive enough to fill the screen.  It also turned out that he was in town for work, staying at a hotel that was just a couple of miles from me.  So, of course, I invited myself over.  Even though he said he was a top.

"We can just start with oral and see where things go."

He gave me the room number and I headed over.

After working through a traffic jam from some accident that closed the road the hotel was on, I got there and was met by a handsome guy that made me pause for a bit.  No matter how much you try, there's a moment where the brain reconciles the pictures that you've seen and the image you've put in your head with the actual person in front of you.  Yeah, he didn't lie about his height, but for some reason I expected him to be taller.  Instead, he was a guy that was my height that I wanted to scoop into my arms and toss into bed.  And he had amazing grey eyes that didn't break from direct contact.  Instead, he looked right at you when he talks.

After saying our hellos, I pulled him into a big hug and kissed him deep while my foot kicked the door closed.  I could taste a tint of spearmint gum as our tongues dueled in each others mouths and then the faint aftertaste of smoke.  He was a considerate smoker.  Loved that.  Don't like smoking at all and smokers generally turn me off, but a guy that takes a couple extra steps ahead to try to make a guy comfortable is kinda hot.

I lustfully grabbed at his shirt trying to pull it off before our arms became an entangled mess.  It was a frenzy of activity as we pulled and pushed, trying to get naked and take in each other with all of our senses.  Hands flying everywhere.  Under clothes, over clothes.  Fingers tracing dancing over each other trying to memorize each feature.  My face was everywhere, trying inhale his scent, taste his flesh, feel his soft fur against my cheek.  My teeth and tongue played with his nips and I felt his cock surge and pulse through his shorts against my leg.  It was becoming too hard to balance so I grabbed him my the shoulders to pull back.

"Let's get in bed."

"That's what I was thinking."

He unzipped and pulled off his shorts to have an immense slab of meat flop out.  Sure the thing looked pretty thick in the pic, but in real life, it was insane.  I could barely wrap my fingers around it without choking the monster in a death grip.  He didn't wait for me to snap out of my reverie.  He pulled free and hopped into bed.  I quickly followed suit.  Head first in a dive to get that meat down my throat.  I heard my jaw crack as I opened up wide enough to get that sucker in.  It was a struggle to keep teeth out of the way.  And he was easily 8" long.  Too long for me to get to his balls and too thick to deep throat.  Instead, I suffocated on his meat as it worked its way to the back of my throat.  Jaws overextended and helpless.  My nose didn't know what to do.  All breathing passages were at a loss and I struggled.

It was a top's cock.

He flipped me on my back to show me how it's done.  Hard as a rock, pointing skyward, he took my cock in his mouth in one swoop to the base.  But I didn't let him off easy.  I grabbed his head and held it there, made my cock throb a bit to fill his throat and pushed it even deeper.  Yeah, he can deep throat.  But with that skill, he's gonna pay the price and get skull fucked.  Several short, deep thrusts and then I let go of his head, which flung back and gasped in a huge breath...  right before he swooped down for another beating.

Any bystander might have thought the wrestling match was too much work, more work than fun, more stressful than erotic.  But instead, it was just two passionate guys that know what they want, what they like, and aren't afraid to get it.  Back and forth, we made each other squirm.  At one point, I was on top nibbling at his nipples trying to kick his legs apart to tease his hole with my cock.  He wouldn't have it.  His legs were shut tighter than a window painted closed.  But after some experiments, I noticed he was a sucker for making out.  So I kissed him deep and he responded.  His body relaxed as if willing me to go deeper inside him.  Before he knew it, I had his knees on either side of me while he was on his back.  I worked one hand on the back of his head pulling him deeper into the kiss while the other underneath him as I hugged him close.  Slowly his legs rose and wrapped around my back.  I knew I had him.  After a bit, I pulled back, spat on my hand and lubed up my cock with it.  I felt his hot hole as it opened and then tightened as I played.  And then back down to his lips and he sucked me into him.  My hard, wet cock was teasing his hole until I got my head aligned...  and then I pushed in.  Slowy.  Inch by inch.  Feeling when he relaxed to move in deeper.  Drawing him deeper into the kiss when he tightened up.  Until I was balls deep inside him.

We both groaned.

"Fuck!"

He was still rock hard and his twitching ass was doing wonderful things to my cock.  The deep warmth enveloped me and drove me insane.  I pulled out until just the tip was inside and slammed it home.  I grabbed his cock.  I could tell he loved it.  Over and over I long dicked him.  Slow outstroke, slamming it in on the downstroke.  Over and over til sweat was building up between our bodies.  Mine from the sheer exertion and him from the intensity of the fuck.  I was dripping heavily onto him.  One drop landed on his face and he quickly lapped it up.  It was at that moment I felt something change.  His breathing rhythms broke into a stacatto and his ass started to milk my cock with every movement.  His chest heaved and my hand was still on his cock, controlling the sensations he was feeling.  I was jerking him slowly.  I didn't change the pace.  Kept it steady when his eyes rolled and a deep moan that started in his core escaped from his mouth.  And he shot.  With a loud cry, he shot.  The first volley was so hard, the force in which it hit the wall over the bed's headboard was audible.  The second left a streak of cum from his neck to his navel.  The final squirts dribbled over my fingers.  The sight, the smell, the twitches of his ass.  It was more than I can handle and I squirted my own load deep inside him.  It wasn't timed perfectly.  In fact, I know it took me several strokes before I came.  A part of me felt bad because I wasn't sure if he was in pain after having just had cum (I know sometimes I need a guy off me immediately after I cum), but I was at the point of no return and you couldn't reason with me.  Even when I was done squirting, I pounded it in deep and hard to make sure it goes deep inside him.  And then I collapsed on top of him.

As we were coming down and the fog lifted, I pulled out and he started a chuckle.

"I swore it was going to go the other way," he laughed.

I did too.

Who am I kidding?  It happened exactly how I wanted it to.