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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 mingled much with others visitors yet, but at the time, I was fine with just relaxing and my peeping-tom role. The previous 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 about 100 feet from me. I had bumped into them the night before at the hotel bar and they seemed like an interesting, nice pair.

Even though Gwenn was not a girl (she implied she was in her 40s, which
she didn’t look like), she definitely had that sexy, exotic aura. Hank, in turn, was a mild-mannered, intelligent guy. With his sage look, he seemed to me like one of these fellas who’s got all figured out.

Minutes after spotting themselves with their chairs at the beach, the couple and I waved at each other. Later, they would walk into the water and almost immediately they got at it. One could only wonder how anybody could bump up and down so much without any surf. But I had to admit I was just
jealous of those two horny birds; I wished it was me who was banging in such exotic scenery.

This was not the first couple I had caught in their dirty deed. Being the pervert I thought I was then, I had to accept I was enjoying watching them. And for all appearances, they were enjoying me watching as well.

As they bounced in the water, every once in a while I was awarded with a peek at her massive breast and what seemed still-very-perky, pink nipples as he fondled her. But the eeriest, yet coolest part was when I noticed she was actually looking at me.

I could swear she even winked at me a couple of times through her curly hair while she had her arms her stud like a horny boa. Yep, very interesting…

Nonetheless, after a while sitting and watching, but not playing, I began to get sleepy. Suddenly, I felt the weight of a whole day at the project under the hot sun dealing with sleazy suppliers and arguing with lazy labor workers. I fell asleep.

At some point, I felt people walking by. I remember being so tired that I was barely able to open my eyes. I was ready to call it a day and about to get to my room. But then, I turned and there he was. I definitely woke up.

Something in me woke up. I had noticed the same guy a couple of times the previous week, but it was not until that moment that I truly felt his presence. I remember being very uncomfortable, and I did not know
why.

I was certain that my uneasiness was of a unknown nature. Something I had not experienced before. 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 the cells of my light brown skin.

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 towards 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 and a watch. Once in the water, he dived and swam away. I totally forgot about my intentions of getting off my chair.

When I came back to my senses, I noticed that 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 hoping that the handsome swimmer come out of the water the same way he went in. Thirty-seven minutes later, the mysterious man emerged from the sea like a god and began walking to the parking lot.

I tried to look oblivious, but my eyes betrayed me. As he made his way across the sand, I admired his titanic figure. His glistening, wet, tanned skin, bubbly pectorals, very well-defined six-pack, and massive claves, hamstrings and gluteus that phenomenally flexed with every step.

He was not as huge as those hulking bodybuilders that appearing fitness magazines; he was about my height, but in exceptional physical shape. He was just a human-sized god.

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? What the hell was he doing in the water for more than half an hour?

I was mesmerized by his image, but just before I gather enough composure as to regain control of my eyes, he looked at me. We stared at each other for only a second before I shifted my gaze to my feet. But through the corner of my eye, I observed how he slowed down, turned course, and began walking towards me. I was scared.

I was both exited and mortified at the same time. I could only look 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 and raspy beard, and the proverbial signs of experience around his eyes.

Impulsively, my gaze continued inspecting downward confirming my suspicion of battle 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.

Damn, I was scared. I rarely ever went into the water; and if I ever did, I only had to go back to my room and get a towel so I never thought of bringing one with me before.

I looked around doing like I was looking for something I knew I did not have. I was so nervous and I still did not know why. But he had somehow noticed me and for some strange reason, I did not want him to leave.

I hesitated for a moment. Closing my eyes, I slowly took a deep breath. Once calmed, I looked at him. “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 room 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 when I noticed through the reflection of the bathroom mirror that he was standing at the room door with his eyes set on me. More specifically, on my lower back.

When I turned around and looked at him, he pulled up his blue eyes onto mine showing a mild grin on his face. He closed the room door behind him. Oh yeah, now I was really scared.

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 away from my room any guy behaving like that. I would have ignored him at the beach to start with.

However, my body and mind were reacting opposite to how usually they do; as 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 inviting.

I grabbed the towel. I walked back to him and handed the towel. My body quivered. 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. I could hear my heart pumping. The twitching on my crotch grew. He looked at the piece of white clothe in my hand. Have I mentioned how scared I was? Lightly touching my gripping hand with his, he kept it in my hand.

I almost closed my eyes and puckered my lips, hoping he would do something else, but he did not. Instead, he leaned his face towards mine and said “Would you let me take a shower first”. He straightened himself back again, keeping his grin; his eyes locked into mine.

To this day, I’m pretty sure that by then he knew he owned me. Most importantly, I knew he owned me. And I was not that scared anymore. Fear was slowly being replaced by curiosity and eagerness. 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 was going to have his shower, the towel, and pretty much whatever else his devilish mind had already planned to have. He could have all he wanted; all he had to do is order it. Whatever it was, I had made my mind; I was ready to give it to him.

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 beautiful butt was chiseled and solid. It was formed in heavenly harmony between his strong back and ripped hamstrings. Then, he stepped in front of the shower and opened the faucet.

“Get me a beer” he commanded with a relaxed voice.

“Which…” I began to say before he interrupted me.

“Any” he said. “Any will do”

”Sure, immediately” I yelled; then, I rushed to the bar. I bought a Heineken (the one most popular among the plant project workers at the time), ran back to the room and closed the door (or so I thought I did) 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. So I strategically sat down to wait for the stranger to finish his shower.

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 soap, 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 closed the faucet and turned to me.

Looking at me, he saw me staring down 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. He did not do or say anything.

He just waited until I raised my eyes to meet his. My guest raised his left forehand and rested it 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. Instead of scaring me, it 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 cheek. His strong grip on my ass check felt like nothing I had experienced before. It was amazing.

Having the rough touch of a strong man exploring and manipulating my body at his will was mind-blowing. But even greater was noticing that by the reaction of his hands, the contorting of his head and neck, and the twitching of his pelvis, he was enjoying it too.

We buried deeper in our kiss. After squeezing and massaging my ass for a good while, he slid his hand up to my lower back, pulling me, and in turn pressing our crotches together. When I felt my hard dick against his massive, 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
flesh from my left ass cheek with his manly hand. His palm pressed and his fingers squeezed at the same time they explored my ass crack. Eventually, his fingers homed in on my pulsing asshole. What else could I do, but moan.

The kiss lasted an eternity to me, yet I felt it ended too soon. At that point, the weight of his forehand increased on my shoulder. My mind burst with lust.

His left arm pulled me down and did not resist. To the contrary, I wanted nothing else 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 his amazingly defined 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.

Now closer, it didn’t look exceptionally long, but it sure was thick; considerably thicker than mine. A sexy, groomed, black patch of pubic hair crowned his royal genitals. I was nervous, but not out fear this time around. I wanted to serve him good; to live to his expectations, if there were any.

I had experienced blow jobs so 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. It is funny how surprised I was about how eager was to do it; how much I wanted it.

I tried to remember the best blow job I had ever had in order to deliver my delicious task at hand. A couple of experiences, and even porno movie scenes, came to mind. I envisioned and assimilated them. I took a deep breath; then, I proceeded to service his desire.

Having those mental images, I closed my eyes, leaned my head forward and kissed his fat gland. It was a light, almost hesitant contact; my lips barely touched his swollen cock head. I kissed it again. Then, again. and again. And again. Each time, I pressed my lips a bit harder against the circumcised tip of his phallus.

After a fifth kiss, I ran my trembling tongue along the upper, dorsal surface of his semi-lumped shaft until my nose bumped with his solid lower abs and spiky pubes. There, I kept kissing more; there, I could feel his engorging cock hardening under my chin.

I could hear him having long gulps of his beer, followed by long refreshing “aaaaaaah!” each time. He even burped after several gulps. The tap sound of the empty bottle on the soap stand marked the end of his beverage.

I was not sure exactly what I was doing or if I was doing it right, but I had decided to relax, let myself go and observe his reactions, which at that point had not been of rejection. His heavy hand scrubbed slightly my hair, head and temples.

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 some of the salty taste. Mmmm. I kissed them a few more times. Then, I began to suck them to extract more delicious, salty essence.

My ears were delighted and the skin of my back spiked with goose bumps after hearing his first mayor groan. It came out full of pleasure. I started running my lips back out the left side of his still 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 dick, which the previous moment pointed directly at my nose, was now slowly but steadily rising like a car fuel meter arrow after filling up the tank.

Keeping my eyes closed, 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. It tasted so good. The next instant, he 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. His muffled moans confirmed his pleasant acceptance, so with great joy I continued holding it dutifully.

After feeling the pleasure of my moist, warm and tender throat for what I honestly thought felt like an hour, the stranger slowly remove his enormous manhood from my face as slowly as I fed it. He slid it out moistly and shiny covered in my saliva.

Air finally began to flow back into my lungs again. I could not help gasping; my eyes flooded. Newly born out of my wicked mouth, his magnificent cock looked like a solid structural marvel; a towering monument
to lust. And I was proud of being the architect of such a gorgeous, strong erection.

His loud groan said it all. He was happy. I was happy. His left hand was on top of my head and ordering me not to stop my service.

He said “That’s it bitch, lube it good. You’ll need it”. I could only form somewhat of a smile with my very busy lips. I was looking forward for what was coming up. My reward was close.

I closed my eyes again with sweet expectation. I opened my mouth and repeated the procedure slowly. I continued sucking his cock. He kept confirming 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 could not help to gag, but I was already getting used to it and was beginning to control it. He fucked my face nicely. Beautifully. He was delicious. He fed me what 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 me up by the 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 fully erected.

“Take off your trunks”, he ordered. My body quivered.

I stood up and obeyed. I untied the laces and snapped open the velcro of my trunks, letting it fall to my feet. My dick jumped out like a spring; a very hard and happy Jack-in-a-Box.

He grabbed my head without saying a word, pushed 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 oral ritual.

Once he made sure my throat was engorging his manhood, his hands began instructing the rest of my body to shift my position. He manipulated my hips with a strong hand until I was on doggie position, somewhat sides-ways, but my face remained between his legs; still giving him bobbing my head to his desire.

Then, he gently extended his arm and reached my ass. I felt his strong hand fondling my ass cheeks; parting, prying, smacking them. His mute commands felt like his skilled hands crafted magic through my whole body. His spell had total control of my tender rear; he had my body tingling from nose to toes and my nipples and dick rock hard.

Without warning, he interrupted my oral operation to slide a finger in my mouth, seemingly to collect some of my saliva; then, he allowed me to continue. I felt his thick, strong fingers traversing all over my ass; sliding up and down my crack as he had done earlier.

He continued this teasing until settling down my quivering button. My already-wet sphincter pulsated madly. I was delirious with excitement, but still made sure his service was uninterrupted.

I could not think of anything on this world that could taste better than his salty, hard cock. Suddenly, the tip of his middle finger probed my dilated hole. The surprise threw a jolt of sweet pleasure through my body that 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. Moments later, he pushed his wet finger deep in my ass; thankfully, he let it sit there for a while. It burned me inside initially, but after a while, as he slowly began to pull it out, and later gently push it in; and out; and again into 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. It felt so good. I continued sucking his cock.
He finger-fucked me for a couple of minutes. Sooner than I expected (or desired), he retrieved his finger. I was disappointed for an instant, but to my surprise, he made me lick it together with yet another finger; this time he had two fingers in my mouth. Following act, he moved his middle and index fingers out of my mouth and out of my peripheral vision, and a second later he was inserting them in my ass.
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, engulfing his thick cock.
I soon learned 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 guess had quickly become 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. The second one hurt, but I was so excited, I didn’t care much. I moaned and gasped briefly, but immediately recovered and 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 to keep my composure to cope with the sudden strain. Even a couple of tears escaped from my eyes.

To divert the pain, I deep-throated him and held it for a few seconds. I could not help but to whine, which I quickly turned into long gasps, and then into a louder moan.

Despite the stranger’s apparent arrogance and indifference, I noticed he was actually acting quite gentle. He let his fingers sit without motion for a minute or two. After my tender sphincter stretched and assimilated the rude intrusion, he slowly resumed his motivational treatment.

I regained my control and continued sucking his cock. I was really enjoying all of this, I remember thinking.

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.

Once on my feet, he grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around and pushed me against the bathroom wall. I felt my sweated face slam hard against the tile wall 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.

It was all happening so quick that my brain could hardly keep up with it. An instant later, my legs were forced apart; his legs were immediately 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 he allowed me for my asshole to adapt to his big poker. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I could feel a chain reaction; my sphincter; then, my rectum; then, my bowels. They all expanded to the size of the thick cock of the guy who just commenced to fuck 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, still-wet body was hard pressed and flat against the back of my naked, sweated body; his manhood penetrating my no-longer-virgin ass for his pleasure.

Again, I breathed deeply, but this time I held it for several seconds; then, let out all the air in my lungs with a loud moan full of my pleasure.

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 stroke, 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 the bathroom.

His groans filled my brains with delight and his dick, my rectum. He could hear me moaning. We both were doing it. It was pure lust.

As he pumped his cock in my ass and 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 squealed like a bitch. With the same flow of motion, he pulled my hair and 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 the edge of the bed, facing towards the room door, my arms sprawled 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 next instant, his amazing fat cock continued impaling my ass deep, hard and sweet. He grabbed my hair again, and pounded my ass me even harder. His pelvis mercilessly 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 smacks against the skin of my upper ass cheeks and thighs carried delightful pain and pleasure. His roughness 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 when he injected me with his seed.

Then, the most bizarre and unexpected thing occurred. As the stranger continued having his lewd ways with me, I lifter my gaze at the rare cracking sound of a door opening and I realized the room door was not completely closed.

I detected movement beyond the door 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, green eyes before. Her eyes connected with mine, but it was the giggles what gave her away.

It was Gwenn! She was re-paying me with the same coin that I had been playing ever since I arrived to this hotel. She was watching me. And she made obvious that liked what she was seeing.

It was obvious that she was 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, it did not bother me. In fact, I liked it. It actually felt I was aroused by the by being humiliated in such a way in the presence someone; someone so sexy.

She kept staring at each other probably for a good minute. I observed 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. It was ever increasingly difficult not to come, but then, I sensed he was getting ready to unleash his raging essence inside me. I was ready.

During all this time, he maintained his pace, but about half an hour after I gave him his beer, his pumping became kind anxious and erratic. His body was tensing.

A handful of minutes more of banging me and his body tensed completely. He made one last, long, hard and deep push in me before his cock impaled me like wanting to reach out into my thorax. The energy coming out of that last push, which I could tell that it radiated from his core, infused into my body.

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 long lasting.

I was ready to unload my lust as well. My spine contracted and my body convulsed with ecstasy. Overwhelmed, I could not help it any longer and released my own passion on the bed, under my stomach.

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. His sweaty body weighed on mine. My body relaxed. My semen was spread all over under me, sandwished between
my tummy and the bed.

After a minute of lying there, he placed his hands on my back, pushed away, retrieving his now 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 black Brazilian 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”
“My pleasure” I mumbled with my face buried in my bed sheets.

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. A stranger’s sperm oozed out of my gapping asshole.

Tired and numb from the intense experience and my mind still swirling, my brain could only let go of any odd feeling on my tattered body.

I smiled and fell asleep.