Chapter 13

Dale settled onto me. I felt his chest rise and fall. I counted ten breaths.

“You rea—”

“Yes, YES!” I said, pushing my ass into his groin.

Dale T. Fields laughed, and fucked me.

It didn’t take long.

I was moaning in time with his thrusts, each pounding with his cock sending me nearer and nearer to the top.

“Dale.” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me Dale.”

“Yeah. I’m fuckin’ you, pool boy. I’m fuckin’ your ass good!” He slammed into me. The sound of his thighs slapping my butt cheeks made my head spin.

My penis was getting over-stimulated from the bedspread beneath me; I pushed up into a doggie position, which just encouraged Dale to go even harder. He grabbed my hips, ramming his erection into me. His breath—ragged and heavy—quickened.

“Shit. I’m close, dude.”

“Keep going!” I cried.

“You want my nut?”