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It was 4:30 PM on another gorgeous, yet dull Tuesday afternoon in Culebra, the municipality island off the eastern coast of the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico. As usual, after a long day at the new water treatment plant construction site, the only way to end it was spending the last daylight hours lying back at Flamenco Beach. It was time for my daily soul therapy.
I had been lodging at the secluded Flamenco Beach Hotel for the last week and a half. Like I had done since the day of my arrival, I took all my clothes off and traded them for my sunglasses, long board trunks, sun screen lotion (filter #15), a bottle of water and the beach chair, and dragged my ass out to the white sand in front of the little resort.
I sat back and enjoyed what was left of the day feeling the sun rays around my skin; the warm, fine sand engulfing my feet; the fresh, salty breeze caressing my body; and listening to the insistent, mind-numbing sound of tiny waves. The water was calm, sparkling and crystal clear. It was paradise and I was paid to live in it.
I had been lucky it was off season. According to the manager, even though almost every weekend bring the perennial hordes of beach bums, these months marked the period of low business through the week (mainly the reason I got such a cool rate at such an exotic lodging location). Nonetheless, there was always the occasional visit of peace-seeking travelers during the week.
During my lush time in Culebra, I was mostly alone. It was not necessarily a bad thing though. I had broken up with my girlfriend a month and a half prior to my assignment, so I was enjoying the freedom to peacefully appreciate such scenery as well as to explore other opportunities.
I had not really interacted much with the visitors yet, but at the time, I was fine with just relaxing and my peeping-tom role. Last week’s lesbian couple did not look bad at all, and during the weekend, the beach was full of cute and perky college girls.
That Tuesday, there was nobody else at the beach other than me and a middle-aged couple lying on the sand 100 feet from me. I had bumped into them the night before at the hotel bar and they seemed like an interesting, nice pair.
Gwenn was actually quite funny and looked very nice for her age, which I think she said was on her early 40’s. She was a white – however, now very well-tanned – brunette. She had quite a sexy aura.
Anyone could tell she had a little extra padding, but even then her body featured the lumps, curves and bumps in all the right places, including an exceptionally round ass. She reminded me of an athlete or fit individual who had strayed away from her workout routine for little while. But what struck me the most was her beautiful naturally curly hair, which was as black as the moonless sea.
Hank was a grayish bearded, tall – way taller than me; I am 6 feet tall – black guy around 50. He had his head shaven, green eyes and a handsome smile. He had a strong posture, but sported a huge belly, which made all the sense after seeing the nine empty beer bottles on the counter in front of him.
I remember looking into his sage eyes and calm demeanor and my mind wandered for a second or two. I recall thinking that this is a guy who have lived and knows a lot. Has he traveled a lot? Maybe he was a football player. Was he hung? …and that is when I snapped out of it.
Anyhow, it turned out that they were college professors on an escapade from Baltimore, Maryland. And yes, he had been a football player during his college years. They seemed like a pretty cool and relax couple with gorgeous smiles.
Minutes after spotting themselves with their chairs at the beach, the couple and I waved at each other, and later they would walk into the water. Almost immediately after, they got at it. I could only wonder how anybody could bump up and down so much without any surf. For the moment I was so jealous of those two love birds; I wished it was me who was banging that sexy cougar.
Every once in a while I would get a peek at her massive breast nipples as he fondled her. But the eeriest, yet coolest part was when I noticed she was looking at me. I could swear she even winked at me a couple of times through her curly hair while she had her arms and deliciously fleshy legs around her stud like a horny boa. Yep, interesting…
However, after a while sitting and watching, but not playing, I began to get sleepy. Suddenly I felt the weight of the whole day at the project under the Caribbean sun dealing with sleazy suppliers and arguing lazy labors. And I fell asleep.
At some point I felt people walking by and I remember being so tired that I was barely able to open my eyes. I was about to call it a day and move to my room to have a real nap.
Suddenly, he appeared and I definitely woke up.
I had noticed the same guy a couple of times the previous week, but this time around I was very uncomfortable, and I did not know why. I felt a tremble in my inner thighs, just above my knees, which turned into an electric current that ran through my loins and up to my chest, from where it spread out to my neck, shoulders, head and out to the rest of my skinny body.
I knew I had had that weird sensation before, but never at the sight of a man. I could not help but to look at this muscle-ripped guy as he passed a few yards from me into the water. His face was similar to those on Greek sculptures, but the rough beard added. He had shoulder length hair, heavily tanned skin, the letters USMC tattooed on his right arm and sported only black Brazilian-cut trunks.
The guy walked past by me went right into the water and swam away. I totally forgot about my intentions of getting off my chair. I had not even noticed when my Baltimore friends were done frolicking in the water. They were not in sight so I assumed they had already packed up their things and gone into the hotel. I stayed in my chair and waited for him to come out of the water.
Thirty-seven minutes later, the mysterious man emerged from the sea and began walking to the parking lot. I tried not to look, but my eyes betrayed me. As he made his way across the sand, I admired his god-like figure. His glistening, wet skin, as tanned-brown as mine; bubbly pectorals; very well-defined six-pack; and massive hamstrings and calves flexed with every step.
He was not as huge as those hulking bodybuilders that appear in fitness magazines; he was about my height, but in exceptional physical shape. I also noticed several scars s**ttered around his body. They seemed both slashing and piercing injuries. Were they shot wounds? Shit! Who the fuck was that guy? Where did he come from? What was he doing here?
I was mesmerized by his image, but just before I gather enough composure as to regain control of my eyes, he looked at me. He slowed down and began walking towards me. I was scared; I was also both exited and mortified at the same time. I looked down to the sand, shaking my head, thinking why was I feeling like this just for seeing this guy?
When I looked up again, he was already in front of me. I could feel his stare weighting on me. His blue eyes pierced through mine. Looking at him closer, I noticed a fair amount of grey hairs on his temples, raspy beard and the proverbial signs of experience around his eyes.
Impulsively, my gaze continued inspecting downward confirming my suspicion of gunshot and slashing wound scars on his shoulders, pectorals and the side of his abdominals. Following act, my eyes, betraying me yet again, briefly stopped at his wet, black, tight trunks, featuring a chunky, full bulge and the contour of a swollen penis gland.
Instantly, everything attached north of my legs began to twitch. Blushed, I continued running my stare down to his feet.
“Can you lend me a towel” he asked with a wry smile.
That is when the real shaking started.
I rarely ever went into the water, and if I ever did I only had to go back to my room and get one so I would never bring one with me. I was so nervous, for a moment I hesitated. But then, I closed my eyes and slowly took a deep breath. Once calmed, I looked at him and answered. “Sure, follow me” I told him… I think.
I slowly stood up, grabbed my chair and my bottle of water, and began walking to the hotel. I had left my door open; a good thing since I was a shaking mess and would have probably dropped the key several times before opening it. Walking in on my way to the bathroom, I turned to the stranger and said, “Come in, I’ll get your towel”.
As I turned toward the bathroom, I felt a chill running up my spine and a flash in my head as I noticed him standing at the room door with his eyes set on my lower back. When he saw me noticing his stare, he pulled up his blue eyes onto mine showing a mild grin on his face.
Getting into the bathroom, my mind was racing. I may have been curious at times, but I never had such intense feelings before. Months ago, I would have thrown any guy behaving like that away from my room. I would have ignored him at the beach to start with; however, my body and mind were reacting opposite to how I thought they should. The goose bumps all over my skin felt very annoying and pleasant at the same time. I wondered how something you have been taught all your life as wrong, felt so gratifying. So right.
I grabbed the towel. My body quivered. Then, I walked back to him and handed the towel. My crotch twitched.
He was standing in the center of the room, in front of my bed inspecting all around him. He looked at the walls, the roof, the cheap furniture and my gut-open suitcase lying on the floor next to the queen-size bed with all my clothes spilled all over the room.
I stood silly in front of him with a stupefied smile offering the towel. My heart pumped wild. The twitching on my crotch grew. He looked at the piece of white clothe in my hand. Lightly touching my gripping hand with his, he pushed it away; he leaned his face towards mine and said “let me take a shower first.” I almost closed my eyes, hoping he would kiss me, but he did not. He straightened himself back again, keeping his grin. His eyes locked into mine. He knew he owned me.
I cannot remember what I mumbled back, but I guess it was “ok”. My head was dizzy. It did not matter what I had to say, by the look in his eyes I could see he had made his decision. He was going to have it. He could have all he wanted. And I desired it to.
He walked to the bathroom’s entrance and stopped. From behind him, I saw him he pulled down his black trunks. I admired him silently. His body was perfect. His chiseled, solid butt was beautiful. It was formed in heavenly harmony between his strong back and ripped hamstrings.
He stepped in front of the shower, opened the faucet. “Get me a beer” he ordered with a strong voice.
“Which…” I began to say before he interrupted me.
“Any” he said. “Any will do”.
“Sure, immediately” I yelled and rushed to the bar.
I bought a Heineken, rand back to the room and closed the door (or so I thought) behind me. I went into the room and felt the steamy heat coming out the shower. I tried not to look into the bathroom as I approached, but again, I had lost total control of my eyes.
I had to watch his amazing body. I walked through the room and placed the bottle down on a desk, which had a chair that happened to give me perfect line of sight to the shower. I sat down to wait for the stranger to finish his shower.
I looked into the shower and there he was, the water hitting his face while he ran his fingers through his freshly wet, black, wavy, shoulder-length hair. His bronze, statuesque naked body glimmered with godly splendor in front of me. As he rinsed his hair, he turned to me and I finally confirmed how nicely gifted a male he was.
He passed his big hands through his face to clear the water and noticed me looking at him. “Why am I not drinking my beer?” he demanded with darting eyes.
Startled, I jumped from the chair, took the bottle and ran to the front of the shower and handed him his ice-crusted beer.
He took the bottle from my hand and had a sip. He put the bottle on the soap stand. He turned the faucet off and turned to me only to notice me staring at his dripping, limp, long cock.
My lips were lightly parted with my impassive tongue trying to moisten them. My crotch was a raging fury. The bulge in my trunks was full blown; it looked like a circus tent. I knew he had seen my excitement when I raised my eyes to meet his.
My guest raised and rested his left hand heavily on my shoulder; his thick fingers reached behind my head and his thump roughly rubbed my right cheek. His strong arm contracted and pulled my face closer to his. My eyes automatically closed as our lips locked. I felt his tongue invading deep in my watery mouth. My wet tongue was wild, playing cheerfully around his. I almost fainted.
My knees weakened as his insistent tongue continued its sweet intrusion so I instinctively put my arms around his solid torso with my forearms bent up behind his shoulder blades and my hands hanging on top of his shoulders.
I felt one of his shot wounds on with the palm of my hand. It scared me, but aroused me even more. I tightened the embrace. He pressed my head, pushing my faces harder against his, making his tongue go even deeper in my mouth as his right arm went around my waist.
His hand landed on my left butt check. After squeezing it for a while, he slid his hand slightly up to my lower back and pressed our crotches together. When I felt my hard dick against his massive, but still semi-hard cock, I could not help but to hump him a little.
Then, he slipped his hand inside the back of my trunk and made a handful of my left ass check in his manly hand. His palm pressed, his fingers squeezed as the same time they explored my ass crack, until one of his fingers hit the sweet spot. It had homed in my pulsing asshole. What else I could do, but moan.
The kiss lasted probably about a minute, but to me was an eternity.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder increasing. My mind burst with lust. His left arm pulled me down granting me the permission I so much longed for. I wanted nothing but to obey his lewd bidding.
Our lips departed and my eyes went down. My hands let go of his shoulders as I began climbing down chiseled torso. All my senses were now focusing on the image of his deliciously-looking, semi-flaccid, thick cock as it slowly approached to my face.
I stepped inside the shower and knelt in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his beautiful penis. My hands landed on his still wet hips. He put his right hand on the top of my head, herding me to his pleasure. It didn’t look exceptionally long, but it sure was thick; considerably thicker than me at least. A sexy, groomed, black patch of pubic hair crowned his royal genitals.
I was nervous; I had experienced being the subject of the action many times before, but I never had been on the providing position. Regardless, I took two seconds to admire his magnificent manhood two inches away from my face. I was surprised of how eager was to do it.
I tried to remember the best blow job I had ever had to accomplish my delicious task at hand. A couple of experiences, and even movie scenes, came to mind. I envisioned and assimilated them and I proceeded to service his desire.
With those mental images, I closed my eyes, leaned forward and kissed his fat gland. It was a light contact; my lips barely touched his swollen cock head. I kissed it again. Then, again. And again. And again. I pressed my lips a bit harder against the circumcised tip of his manhood with each kiss.
After a fifth kiss, I ran my trembling tongue along the upper, dorsal surface of his semi-slumped shaft until my nose bumped with his solid lower abs and spiky pubes. There, I kept kissing more. I could feel his engorging cock hardening under my chin.
I could hear him having long gulps of his beer and a long refreshing “aaaaaaah!” after swallowing it. He even burped after the second gulp followed by the tap sound of the empty bottle on the soap stand.
I was not sure exactly what I was doing, but I had decided to relax, let myself go with the flow and his reactions, which at that point had not been of rejection. His heavy hand scrubbed slightly my hair, head and temples. His muffled moan finally confirmed his apparent acceptance, so I continued.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I kept my act rolling and slid my kisses around the left side of his penis base, scratching my lips with his sexy but coarse pubic patch. I decided to finally add my hand to my impromptu repertoire and delicately took his fat gland with three fingers of my left hand to lift his yummy cock and diverted my lips attention to his round, hardened ball sack.
I kissed his balls several times. Regardless of him having had his shower, his balls still conserved the salty taste. Mmmm. I kissed them a few more times. Then, I began to suck them to extract more delicious, salty essence.
The skin of my back spiked with goose bumps and my ears were delighted with genuine happiness and resolution after hearing his first mayor groan. It came out full of pleasure.
I started running my lips back out the left side of his thick, mid-hard cock. I brought up my left hand and held the weight of his shaven and round sack. It felt so hard and full. He shivered; his balls were throbbing. His gorgeous cock, which the previous moment pointed directly at my nose, was now slowly but steadily raising like a dash fuel arrow moving from empty to full after filling up a vehicle’s fuel tank. I could not contain myself anymore.
Instinctively, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, leaned my face forward, and engulfed his hardening, beefy cock, slowly and deep into my soaking mouth. I vacuumed all the air inside as the wet surfaces of my mouth ceiling and tongue sealed and wrapped around his delicious penis. By the time I had sunk the whole meat pole down my throat, the sudden transmutation of his cock was complete. It solidified in my mouth as the inner-walls expanded.
The next instant, he placed placed both of his hands on top of my head, pushed it down and held it down as his swollen dick impaled my mouth as deep as my trembling throat permitted. I felt like gagging; my eyes swelled up, but I held my breath and tried to relax.
After feeling the pleasure of my moist, warm and tender throat for what I honestly thought felt like an hour, the stranger began to remove his strong manhood from my face as slowly as I fed it. He slid it out moistly and shiny covered in my saliva. Air began to flow to my lungs again; I gasped and my eyes were flooded.
Newly born out of my wicked mouth, his magnificent cock looked like solid structural marvel; a towering monument to lust. I was proud of being the cause of such a gorgeous, solid erection.
His loud groan said it all. He was happy. I was happy. I continued, but only his left hand was on top of my head, ordering me not to stop my duty; my service.
He said: “That’s it bitch, lube it good. You’ll need it”.
I couldn’t help but to form a somewhat of a smile with my lips; I was proud. And now I was looking forward for what was coming up.
I closed my eyes with sweet expectation. I opened my mouth again and repeated the procedure slowly. I continued sucking his cock. He confirmed his pleasure with every subtle groan; every deep breath I heard him take; every pelvic thrust; every darting spasm spearing my throat.
Every once in a while, I gagged, but I loved it. It was delicious. He fucked my face nicely. Beautifully. He fed me what I understood at that moment my soul craved for so long. And I was making sure to lube my meal well; after all, it seemed that I was still only enjoying the appetizer.
I lost myself servicing his cock. I did not know for how long I had been giving head to this stranger. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled my hair. I gasped at the surprise and lack of air. He stepped out of the shower, closed the lid of the toiled and sat on it. His manhood was erected solid.
“Take off your trunks”, he ordered.
I immediately stood up and obeyed. My body quivered. I snapped open the velcro of my trunks and my dick jumped out like a spring. My Jack-in-a-Box was very hard and happy.
He grabbed my head without saying a word, pulled it down, bringing me to my knees again and placed my head in front of his swollen cock. I understood, so I happily grabbed his hard pole with my right hand, my left forearm resting on his right lap, brought it to my eager mouth and continued my solemn, yet delightful ritual.
Once he made sure my throat was engorging his manhood, his hands began instructing the rest of my body. He wanted me to stay on doggie position while still giving head. Then, he gently pushed my body sideways and positioned me until his extended arm could reach my ass.
I felt his strong hand manipulating my ass cheeks; parting, prying, smacking them. His mute commands felt like his skilled hands placed spells through my whole body. His magic had total control of my tender rear; he had my body tingling from nose to toes and my nipples and dick rock hard.
Then, without warning, he interrupted my oral operation to slide a finger in my mouth to collect some of my saliva; then, he allowed me to continue. I felt his thick, strong fingers traversing all over my ass and sliding up and down my crack until they homed into my quivering button.
My already-wet sphincter pulsated madly. I was delirious with excitement, but still made sure his service was uninterrupted. At this point, I could not think of anything on this world that could taste better than his salty, hard cock.
Suddenly, it happened. The tip of his middle finger probed my dilated hole. The surprise threw a jolt of sweet pleasure through my body and made me gasp for air. I still had his cock deep in my throat, but his strong hand in the back of my head prevented me from releasing his wide plug.
I opened my mouth and throat as much as I could to catch some air; then I relax and I happily kept sucking his hard dick. He pushed his wet finger deep in my ass and let it sit and adjust.
It burned me inside initially, but as he slowly began to pull and push it in and out my rectum, I quickly got used to it. It was a good thing that I lubed that finger generously before he stabbed me with it. After a couple of minutes, he retrieved his finger.
I was disappointed for an instant, but then he made me lick it. However, this time he had two fingers in my mouth. Following act, he inserted his middle and index fingers. Again, it took a little time to absorb, but I had made sure there was enough saliva in those pokers and they were nothing I could not handle.
All this while, my head kept on bobbing up and down, with my mouth wide open, encasing his thick cock. I soon discovered how easier it was to slip his swollen penis up my throat without gagging or meet throat resistance by excessively moisten it by producing more saliva. After several minutes of this practice, I was not gagging so continuously anymore. I was already an expert cocksucker.
Nonetheless, he kept repeating “Yes, lube it. Lube it good. It’s in your best interest, pussy boy”.
Up to this point, he had slowly inserted three fingers. And they were deep. The first one was a delicious experience. Pure head-rush. The second one hurt, but I was so excited, I didn’t care much. I moaned and gasped briefly, but immediately resumed my oral duty. After a while, two fingers felt like the first one alone. However, when the third one came in, I really felt it. Badly.
I kept servicing him, but took all my mental focus and a couple of tears from my eyes to cope with the sudden strain and still keep my composure. To divert the pain, I deep-throated him and held it for a few seconds. I could not help but to hint whine, which I quickly turned into a long gasp, and then into a longer moan.
Despite the stranger’s apparent arrogance and indifference, he was gentle and let his fingers sit without motion. After my tender sphincter stretched and assimilated the sudden intrusion, he slowly resumed his motivational treatment. I regained my control and continued sucking his cock.
It was then when I realized how much I was actually enjoying it, even through the pain. Mmmm.
After a few more minutes, the stranger stopped, removed his fingers from my ass, pushed my head back and stood up. For a split second I felt pain. Double pain. My asshole was delightfully stretched; then all of a sudden, there was a gap and my muscles collapsed into the void. Plus, the fact that all these delicious sensations stopped hurt almost as bad.
I had barely exhaled after the rough retrieval of his meat plug from my mouth when he pulled me to stand up, turned me around and pushed me against the bathroom wall. I felt my sweated face slam hard against the tile followed by the heavy pressure of his muscled chest against my back. My arms and hands were flat on the tiles as well.
I knew what was coming. I was longing for it. But it was all happening so quick that my brain could hardly keep up with it. An instant later, my legs were forced apart and his legs were placed between mine. His strong hands grabbed and pried apart my ass cheek. And finally, I felt it; what I had been really craving all along.
I felt the fat, slippery head of his cock slowly creeping up between my cheeks; invading my ass. He stopped for a few seconds. He was breathing fast. I could feel him breathing down my neck; his left temple caressing the right side of my head.
I was gasping. The air escaped my lungs in expectation and anxiety. But I appreciated those few seconds for my asshole to adapt to my big guest’s visit. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I could feel as a chain reaction; my sphincter, then my rectum and then my bowels, expanded to the size of the thick cock of the guy who was fucking my ass.
He pushed his cock as deep as he could and let it sit there for another while. I could hear him breathing even faster. His naked body was hard pressed and flat against the back of my naked body; his manhood penetrating my no-longer-virgin, sissy ass for his pleasure.
I breathed deeply and held it for several seconds; then, let out all the air in my lungs with a loud moan full of my pleasure. My smile was wide.
He slowly pulled out his cock, letting out a low groan. Then, he pushed it back in; slowly but hard and deep. He let out a stronger groan. As I felt the new impaling, I moaned and had short gasp, almost muffled by my face against the bathroom tiles. In sweet rhythm, he repeated the maneuver, each time increasing the intensity and decreasing the cycle time, until he was steadily and completely fucking my ass standing up against the wall of my bathroom. His groans filled my brains with delight almost as much as his dick filled my rectum. He could hear me moaning. And we both were doing it. It was pure lust.
As he kept pumping his cock in my ass, I felt his heavy balls slapping my inner legs. At some point, he pulled back my hair and bit my ear.
After owning me while standing against the wall for several minutes, he pulled out. I gasped like a bitch. With the same movement, he pulled my hair as he began walking away from the bathroom. He dragged me out and threw me face down on the edge of the bed.
I was bent over facing towards the room door, my arms splattered on the bed, my feet wide apart on the floor. Not two seconds later, I felt his legs, once again, being planted between mine. The moment after, his amazing fat cock continued impaling my ass deep, hard and sweet.
He grabbed my hair again, and fucked me even harder. His pelvis mercilessly pumped and bounced against my ass causing the flesh of my cheek tremble like jelly; sometimes in rhythm, sometime in chaotic motion. Every few thrusts, he would spank my ass. The sting of his huge, strong palms smacks against the sensitive skin of my upper ass checks and thighs carried both delightful pain and pleasure.
His roughness growingly intensified my lust. He wanted to destroy my ass. My boy-pussy was burning, and I loved it. I was overwhelmed with the way this savage was enjoying me. It was exhilarating to be the subject of such raging desire. I wanted to come. I was ready, but I wanted him to finish it. I wanted to enjoy fully when he injected me with his seed. I wanted to be the recipient of this stranger’s extract.
While my ass was getting pounded by my guest, I noticed the room door was not completely closed. I detected movement beyond the open gap. It was difficult to fix my eyes being in the receiving end of such a wild banging, but I could discern a face; a familiar face. I had seen those sparkling eyes before. I knew her eyes connected with mine, but it was the giggles what gave her away.
It was Gwenn playing the peeping-tom on me. She was watching me; enjoying seeing me getting fucked. In another time, I would have felt mortified with only the thought of somebody just imagining me in such a position. However, for some disturbing reason, I liked it. It was actually arousing being humiliated in such a way before someone so sexy. Again, interesting…
She kept staring at me and me at her for a few more seconds. I observe both amazement and satisfaction in her sweet face. Then, she winked at me, blew me a kiss, giggled a bit more, closed the door and left.
The stranger kept fucking me good for about ten more minutes. While his thick meat plow pounded my tattered rear, my hard crotch kept massaging pleasurably against the bed. Then, I sensed he was getting ready to unleash his raging essence inside me. I was ready.
He maintained his pace, but suddenly, his pumping became faster and erratic. His body was tensing. And after a few more pumps, his body tensed completely. He made one last, long, hard and deep push in me. His cock tore into me like wanting to reach out into my thorax. His energy, radiating from his core, infused into my body.
At that moment, I was ready to unload my lust as well. My spine contracted and my body convulsed with ecstasy. His back arched followed by a series of body spasms and his manhood exploded inside me. I could feel how he injected a jet stream of sperm deep into my bowels. The flow was interminable.
Overwhelmed, I could not help it any longer and released my own passion under me too. He pumped a few more gushes inside my love tunnel and ended up collapsing on my back. My rectum was flooded with his goo; his now-limp dick still interred in it.
I was exhausted underneath him too. His sweaty body weighed on mine. My body relaxed with my semen spread all over between my tummy and the bed.
After several minutes of lying there, he placed his hands on my back, pushed away, retrieving his fat soft cock from my ass and stood up. He walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the toilet and peed.
Afterwards, he used a towel to dry all his sweat. He finally put on his trunks, walked to door, opened it and said “Thanks for the beer”. The stranger stepped out the door, and just before he closed the door behind him, he looked back into the room and said “And for the towel too”.
In the end, it did not hurt that much anymore. It was just burning pleasure.
I was still bent over by the edge the bed facing towards the room door with my arms splattered on the mattress; my feet were wide apart on the floor and a stranger’s sperm was oozing out of my gapping asshole. Tired and numb from the intense experience and my mind still swirling, I could only let go with a smile and fell asleep.