Chapter 11

We moaned together, the feeling of his ass around my dick something I would never get over. It again felt new and…special, I guess. I grabbed hold of his hips to keep him still so I wouldn’t blow too soon.

“Jesus, you’re so tight, love,” I said, the sensations almost too much to bear. And then, imp that he was, he squeezed me. “Damn, now you’ve done it,” I declared, and proceeded to fuck him hard and fast, hands on his hips urging him up and down, our eyes locked on each other as we hurtled toward oblivion.

God, when we made it, I thought we’d shout down the walls.

* * * *

Half an hour later, I took a break at the bar, still red in the face at the memory of the fervent encounter with my lover. Wouldn’t you know it, the same guy who’d come onto me recently was back at it again. This time, I was prepared.

“I appreciate the offer, hon, but I’m taken.”

He was persistent, though. “I don’t see anyone around right now. How about a quickie, huh? No harm, no fowl?”