As my fantasy Oliver bent down and lifted me to my feet, spinning me round and pushing me up against the side gate, my left hand went from my nipple to my anus. His hot breath was on the back of my neck. His sweaty torso was pushing against me. I could feel the hairs of his chest scratching against the smooth skin of my back. His manly scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled it deep into my lungs. As he pushed his thick, hard cock into me, I gasped. At last he was inside me, penetrating me, impaling me on his beautiful, veined manhood. It only took three powerful thrusts for him to produce in me a climax such as I hadn’t had in months, perhaps even years. I felt my cock swell and pulse half a dozen times, each contraction sending another ribbon of cum shooting across my abdomen and chest.