Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2005 10:40:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Alvaro Lopez <lopezbos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Turnabout - Part 1

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual
acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is
otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains
copyright; do not duplicate this story without express written consent by
the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com]

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music on the
radio. I checked the time again, still seven minutes to go for the
requisite twenty-minute grace period. At ten past the designated hour, I
was a little annoyed, but not surprised, as it was Donny that I was to be
meeting. Now thirteen minutes into my wait, I was just getting used to
the idea that I'd have a couple of hours to kill this afternoon.

I'd met Donny once before, almost a year ago now. He'd shocked me when
he agreed to meet, and I think I shocked him when I proposed it. We'd
been cyber-buddies for months, talking a good game, but always veering
away at the last minute when the subject of taking it real-time came up.
Both of us married and quite comfortable in the closet, we never pushed
the issue and enjoyed our erotic conversations. The first meet had been a
spontaneous one, and both of us had chickened out shortly after the
handshake.

For my part, I liked what I saw. Standing at about five-eight or nine,
with sandy blonde hair, he looked much younger than his 35 years. He had
blue eyes, and a smile that lit up his face when he used it. I'd seen
pictures of him stark naked, but the internet is a weird place where
photo-chopping  is de-rigueur.  His clothed body seemed to match what
he'd shown me. He was smaller than I, but perfectly proportioned; the
kind of body you could put anything on and it would look as if he stepped
out of a catalog. I was top-heavy, and if I could change one thing about
myself it would be to add three inches to my legs. Donny didn't need to
change a thing, except maybe gain a few pounds to really flesh out the
swimmers build.

He nervously suggested we take a walk in the woods and I declined, since
ambling off into the forest with a strange guy isn't my idea of a safe
meet. He later confessed on line that he blurted out the first thing that
came into his head because he was a nervous wreck. Unlike me, he was a
complete virgin.

Over the next few months we got to know each other better on line,
extending the conversations past the erotic and into the ordinary. I
suppose it's a backwards way of establishing a relationship, starting
with the most intimate and working to the mundane. Donny, like me,
experienced wild fluctuations in horniness: Some days we'd talk about
nothing but sports or work, and others about the most detailed sex we'd
have together on that elusive `someday.'

It came as another surprise when he suggested we meet for some mutual
manual stimulation. Our erotic talk was a lot more than that, so I knew
he was serious. Usually our on-line conversations started out with a mock
invitation to his house where I would seduce him and pop his persistent
cherry, but this time he agonized about where to meet, which told me that
this wasn't the usual mock proposition. The fact that our latest
conversations had been pretty guy-stuff (we both have a mad lust for the
same actress) made his invitation to meet again more intriguing. Could it
be that after all this time he had decided to take the plunge at last? Or
more appropriately, take being plunged. Donny's preferences were to
submissive bottom, being bigger than him physically made him attractive
to me and I to him, although in the endowment department he was
definitely the winner at nearly nine and thick to my seven and uncut. It
always made me wonder why the most ardent bottoms were the best hung. His
tight, muscled body was enough to get me to full staff, and camming with
him always led to a messy keyboard.

So I waited in the lot. This was Donny after all, the perpetual tease.
I'd given the meet a 30% chance of actually coming to pass. I know he'd
have a good excuse and I'd forgive him for it, since that hot bod and
come-fuck-me attitude always made me melt. Any other guy would have been
off my IM list long ago, but Donny was different; there was a weird bond
there. Maybe because he was in a very similar situation as I, maybe
because he could transition from the fantasy world to the mundane so
easily, or maybe because he didn't ask anything of me or offer anything.
He was a pleasant distraction on line, and always good for a nut when I
caught him at right time. Another song started on the radio and another
three minutes with no Donny. I started to wish I'd set something else up
for the afternoon. It was rare enough for me to get free time, so every
opportunity counted. I looked around the sparse parking lot at the trail
head and sighed. It would have been fun, at least to see him again in
person. I was about to turn the key when a banged up mini-van tooled into
the lot and parked three spots down. I waited, pretending to read a map.

A sharp rap on the window brought my attention up. Donny stood smiling
and fidgeting outside, looking like a young lumberjack on coke. I smiled
and got out of my truck, shaking my head. "Thought you'd forgotten" I
said looking at the ground. I wanted to sweep him into my arms and give
him a roaring kiss, but this was a nice public place with plenty of
joggers and hikers, and despite my brash internet persona, I'm extremely
shy in person, at least at first.

"Sorry about that, I got a call just as I was leaving." He shot me that
winning smile, "I'm glad you stayed."

So was I, I thought. "Let's head up." I pointed to the trail head and
started walking, expecting Donny to follow. My longer legs would make him
work to keep up. I smiled to myself remembering our first meeting; I'd
been afraid he was an axe murderer taking me into the woods to do me in.
Never mind that I could snap him in two. Despite his delightful build, I
outweighed him by fifty pounds of solid beef. It was more than physical
fear that kept me from going with him back then, it was the fear of the
unknown. Here we were a year later heading into the woods, but instead of
fear and apprehension I was feeling horned up and eager to get my hands
on him at last.

"This is a great trail" he said, coming up beside me. "I've hiked it
a few times, there's a great view at the half-way point" then he
stopped, thinking, "and a few side trails nobody uses" he added. This
was the Donny I knew from on-line. Slightly suggestive, slightly
submissive, still a man, but with the soul of a kid.

"OK" I said, watching him move out of the corner of my eye. I loved the
way he walked, the almost awkward gait combined with elegant grace as if
gliding through the woods, moving purposefully but picking his way along
the trail. I was much more bearish in my movement, lumbering through
rough patches of the trail relying on my size and strength. Damn this guy
brought out the macho stud in me. I felt downright protective of him.  We
walked silently for a while, the trail twisting into dense woods. We
hadn't seen anyone else since the parking lot, and that suited me just
fine.

"This is weird" he said suddenly.

"Why?"

"It feel so normal, like we've done this a million times."

"I know" I replied, "I've been feeling the same thing. I guess it's
just that we're both in our natural habitats here, not in some contrived
coffee shop."  We walked on, moving off the trail from time to time to
avoid washed out areas. I wasn't tired, but I'd worked up a good sweat.
We walked side-by-side whenever we could, rubbing shoulders or arms
whenever I could sneak it in. Truth is I wanted to jump his bones, and
I'd take any excuse for physical contact. We came to a fork in the
trail, the main trail bearing off to the left. He pointed to the right.

"This one goes down to an old scout camp, there's a few Adirondacks
down there and a cool log bridge."

I nodded and took the hint. The attraction certainly wasn't a log
bridge, but a nice semi-private Adirondack would be just fine. We walked
for another fifteen minutes or so over much rougher terrain. Clearly this
trail wasn't a favorite of mountain bikers or joggers, there were scores
of downed trees across it and deep ruts full of mud and slime. The old
fear knocked in my head, I was heading deep into the woods on an unused
trail with a strange man I'd known in person for all of an hour. He was
leading the way, and the movement of his tight ass dissipated the fear.
He was a devout bottom, after all, and a sub to boot. If I told him to
strip and roll in the mud he'd likely do it if he had a woody.

The trail wound up a hillside and opened to a spectacular view.  Without
thinking, I stepped beside him and put my arm around his back. It was a
casual gesture, not intended to be sexual. He stiffened up like a board
and I remembered that he'd never had any deliberate physical contact
with another man. I gave him a squeeze and withdrew, letting him adjust
to things at his own pace. We turned as one and headed onward, down the
back side of the trail that wove deep into the woods in a tiny valley.

We came to a clearing with three shelters build around the edge. They'd
seen better days, and two of them looked about ready to fall in. The
third one's roof had given way and weeds sprouted from the rubble. He
led the way just past the clearing to a fourth shelter, this one with
stone sides, but no roof. No problem, the three stone walls provided
ample privacy, and with the clearing between us and the trail, we'd hear
anyone stomping into the area long before they'd be near us. He'd done
pretty well scouting this place out.

"Nice" I said, looking around. Donny stood facing me, a look of abject
terror on his face. This was the moment we'd talked about endlessly,
where I'd seduce him and he'd surrender his ass to me at last. But the
rules for this meeting were set, and I'd keep my side of the bargain. We
were here to do a little mutual stroking, and that's it. No seducing, no
asking for more. In a way, he was more in control of things than I was,
being bound by my word. I had no intention of pushing him, with no
expectations, if the only thing we did was hug that was cool with me.

"Are you OK?" I asked, seeing his jeans visibly shaking.

He smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, just scared shitless" he
confessed. I took a step towards him. I remembered how scared I'd been
my first time with a guy, a mere four years ago. I remember feeling like
I had to please him, like I had to do whatever he said in exchange for
the honor of getting him off on the sly and not telling anyone what I was
doing. I smiled inwardly at that memory, then winced at the asshole that
had been my first. He'd taken advantage of me, playing on my naivete to
make me feel obligated to jack him off, despite the fact that he'd lied
about his age, his appearance, and  just about everything else. I didn't
want to be an asshole for Donny, he was too sweet.

"We don't have to do anything" I said, putting my hands in my pockets
to emphasize the point.

He took a step towards me, narrowing the distance to a foot or so. "I
want to" he said to the ground.

"But you don't have to" I said again, I didn't want him to think that
he had to `perform' for me. "You want to hike to that bridge?" I
offered, part of me hoping he'd take the out.

"No" he said, still looking down, "I want to do this. I need to do
this. I know it sounds weird, but it's taken a lot out of me to just be
here, and if we just go down to the bridge, I'll lose my nerve and then
later I'll be kicking myself for it like the last time. I'll be jacking
off in front of the computer, talking to you and wishing I'd done
something with you. I can't do that again."

His fists were clenched by his sides. I knew the battle he was fighting
inside; the rational, everyday guy who coaches his kid's soccer team
screaming at the hungry primal male who's been contained too long. I
took my hands out of my pockets and put them behind his elbows to steady
him. I could feel his muscles shaking. He raised his head to look at me,
the first time our eyes met since we started the walk.

"You don't have to do anything" I said sternly, though right now my
pants were giving away my real feelings. "If this is too much right now,
we can work up to..." His right hand reached across the space between us
and grabbed my package. Grabbed as in `oh shit that hurts' grabbed. His
nervous energy was crushing my balls.

"I need this" he said, almost through clenched teeth. I forgot the
vice-grip on my nuts and moved my hands up to his shoulders, pulling him
towards me. Kissing had been on the no-no list, but I could not resist,
and he wasn't resisting much either. Our lips met and his grip
mercifully relaxed, while mine tightened. My arms went around his
shoulders as I pulled him to me. He returned the kiss, gently and
tentatively at first, then voraciously. His tongue probed my mouth as his
hands explored my body, feeling the heat and hardness of another man for
the first time. I held my embrace steady, satisfied to let him explore me
at will. I could feel the wonder in his hands as they roamed across my
back, and I flexed and tensed muscles for him as his touch stimulated me
to the core. I was the object of his first unbridled taste of man to man
desire, and I was loving every second of it.

I wanted desperately to grope his tight ass, but this was his show, not
mine. I felt the shaking lessen, converted to strong strokes on my back
and arms. His hands kneaded my muscles, giving me an unexpected and very
erotic massage. I'd gone commando for this meet, and my cock was now
straining against my jeans most uncomfortably. I could feel his own bulge
against mine, making my erection even more painful.  As his hands
wandered southward, I tensed my buttocks, inadvertently driving my cock
into his crotch forcefully. He took this as encouragement and grabbed my
ass for all he was worth. I followed suit,  bringing my hands down
slowly, pulling his body closer against mine as I went. When at last I
met the firm demarcation line where his muscular back ended and his nice
firm ass began, I pulled him in hard, emphasizing my movement with my
mouth and tongue.

He pulled off my lips and put his head on my shoulder, our cheeks
brushing. I wondered if my stubble felt as erotic to him as his stubble
felt to me, but I didn't have long to ponder this. His embrace became a
hug, his full strength being brought to bear on my ribs and down to my
ass. I echoed his embrace, pulling him nearly off his feet. He was
grinding his hips into me now, rubbing his groin into mine very
purposefully. I didn't want him to explode in his pants and miss all the
fun, so I eased my hands forward, searching for the button on the top of
his jeans. My fingers found the button and I unclasped it, struggling
against his full embrace. I pulled the jeans apart and slid my hands
down, the backs of them brushing his pubes. He too had decided against
underwear for the occasion.

His massive cock sprung free, and I undid my own pants, selfishly wanting
that hot meat pressed against mine. All the time his head remained on my
shoulder, his hands on my ass, sliding under the now loose jeans to my
hairy skin. He ground his whole body into mine as if trying to merge with
me. I got free of my jeans enough to get my cock parallel to his and take
both of them in my hand, using my other hand to feel the warm globes of
his ass. Our cocks were thick enough that it was impossible to wrap my
hand fully around them both, and I have some big mitts.

I was in heaven with this hot man unleashing his lust with me.  I stroked
us both firmly, his more massive member poking at my groin while mine
barely reached his pubes. The friction was delicious, and given the
circumstances, the best I could hope for was a few more seconds before he
blew. He pulled his head back and looked at me. It was a look of desire
and fulfillment. His blue eyes were focused intently on mine, as if
seeing me for the first time. I held his gaze, wanting this moment to
last, and at the same time wanting his lips again. In that moment of
hesitation, things changed.

It was he who initiated the kiss this time, a savage, hungry kiss.
Despite everything I knew about this guy, about his submissive side, his
shy and overcautious nature, I surrendered to his kiss. He rocked back
and forth on his heels, sliding his cock through my hand and against my
cock, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. If he kept this up, I'd be
the one to blow first. His hands were on my chest, undoing my shirt,
grabbing for my hairy pecs and exploring aggressively. The shyness was
gone, replaced with a ravenous hunger in him. I pulled his t-shirt over
his head and feasted my eyes for a moment on his magnificent chest,
coated in fine blonde down, perfectly manscaped from clavicle to cock.
With a little more meat, he could be a model. I had only a split second
to enjoy the view before he pressed his body on mine again, slipping
gently on the commingling sweat.

Our shoes got kicked off without breaking the increasingly hot kiss. My
mouth wandered over his neck, his ears, while he did the same. Every
point of connection was a flare of fire. We shook off our jeans enjoyed
the nakedness of the other. His body pressed against me, rubbing me all
over. I let my free hand wander over his naked back and buttocks,
enjoying the scent coming off him. This body that I'd watched so many
times writhe with pleasure at my words on screen, was now writhing at
being with me. That magnificent cock that I'd admired and lusted after
was now in my hand, side by side with my own throbbing manhood. I
wondered how far he wanted to go now. I hadn't come prepared to do
anything more than stroke him, and I knew his fears and inhibitions by
heart. I wanted desperately to go down on him,  to take that wet club
into my mouth and send him to heights he'd only fantasized about, but if
he wasn't ready, it would bring this experience to a sudden end.

He pulled away from me suddenly, stepping back and taking a deep breath.
My heart sank as I saw the signs of regret and guilt washing over him.
The clenched fists were back, his naked body tense and rippling with
energy. The battle within him raged on, even as his body clearly yearned
for more. I stood still, breathing heavily, looking not at him but at the
ground. If he needed more time, so be it. He bent over and began to
collect the clothes we'd eagerly discarded a minute before. I kept my
eyes on the ground, not wanting to see that magnificent body pull out of
reach. I reminded myself that Donny was a tease and I knew that coming
in. My cock ached, this was more than even I could handle. I could
understand his reluctance, his ambivalence, and even his shame, but I was
human too, and I was feeling pretty damned used.  I didn't expect to
fuck him, but I didn't expect to be left locked and loaded either. I'd
had enough, it was time to walk out of here.

I bent to get my jeans and he pulled them out of my hands abruptly.
"No" he said, laying them on the ground next to his. "Please no" he
repeated. He knelt down on our jeans and stretched his shirt on the
ground, then he looked up at me. Those damned blue eyes pleading with me,
urging me on.

"Donny, are you sure?" I asked, hating myself for asking. If he was
offering himself to me, what the hell was I doing looking for an out? I
knelt beside him, putting my hands on his shoulders, looking at him
square in the eye. He brought his arms up, and eased me down on the
clothes he'd spread out.

"I'm sure man" he said, slipping his leg between mine and stretching
out on top of me, locking his lips to mine again in an even more
passionate kiss than before. Once again my hands explored his body,
reveling in the contact and unexpected turn of events. I knew he'd lose
interest once he came, so I was determined to enjoy myself while he
lasted. I kept away from his cock deliberately, not wanting to send him
over the edge too soon. Too late I realized that this was a mistake.

In our squirming passion, I hadn't noticed that he'd shifted his
position. I was lost in a sensual trance, enjoying both his touch and the
feel of his entire body. I was making a mental recording of him to replay
over and over. It came as a bit of a surprise when I found myself spread
under him. His hands were working my cock, sliding my copious foreskin up
and down, fingertips exploring the head. His own meat was hanging under
my balls, adding to my interest by grazing them with his movements. For a
newbie, he certainly was passionate.  A sense of deja-vu came over me
until I realized that in our erotic fantasies we'd often used this
position, but it was always I who was on top.

"Donny" I said, breaking another long kiss, "What are we doing?" His
mouth roamed over my chest as I spoke, latching on to my right nipple and
shutting me up. My eyes rolled back as my fuses overloaded. This guy was
too damned hot. He worked my nipple with his tongue and teeth while his
fingers rolled the left one gently, then switched sides. Damn. I felt his
pent-up sexual frustration being poured out on me; whatever kept him in
virginal check, was gone for the moment, replaced with unstoppable carnal
lust. His mouth and hands devoured me.

I was thrashing now, being driven nuts by the sensations. In a swift
movement, he raised my legs and pressed the head of his cock against my
bud. I came out of my dream state abruptly, but not in time to protest as
the thick head surged into my unprepared ass. The pain was blinding, and
I let out a howl. A hot steel rod was tearing me open, searing my ass and
sending waves of pain up my back. I tried to pull back, but my head was
already rammed against the rock wall. My hands raced down to his hips to
push him off me, but he slid deeper into me, sending another surge of
pain through me. He grabbed my wrists and leaned forward. He'd hooked my
shins on his shoulders, and now he had me rolled up and unable to move.
For a skinny guy, he was strong as an ox. Son of a bitch was fucking my
ass. I squirmed, but this only served to seat him more firmly inside. He
was holding the head in place, moving with me now, keeping locked inside
my thrashing ring. I looked up at him, but his eyes weren't on me. His
upturned face showed the pleasure my struggle was giving him, his eyelids
fluttered as his body tensed and relaxed with each breath. At last he
opened his eyes and looked down at me, and the look was of total lust.

I opened my mouth to protest as he rammed his cock into me. Instead of
words, another howl issued from my throat. His thick meat filled me to
capacity, penetrating where I'd never thought possible. My hole was a
ring of fire, stretching to accommodate him despite my objection. I was
panting now, short ragged gasps to try and mitigate the feeling of being
impaled and split in two. I stopped writhing and just focused on the
pain, wishing it away. Gradually the pain eased, despite the massive meat
now invading my tight hole. The urge to kill Donny was passing, replaced
with an emerging desire for this guy. I was supposed to be doing this to
him, but the feeling of him inside wasn't exactly terrible.

I'd completely lost my erection at this point, a fact that had not
escaped Donny's attention. He grabbed my semi-flaccid cock and as if
using it for leverage, went deeper. I had thought that I'd taken all of
him in the last surge, but now I knew I was wrong indeed. A new pain deep
inside me erupted. He was deeper than any man I'd ever had, or ever
wished to have. A numb ache deep inside throbbed at what must be the head
of his cock. It hurt, not the sharp burning pain of my invaded sphincter,
but a bruised hurt. Almost involuntarily I squirmed to ease the pain, and
two things happened: First, his cock rubbed against my prostate, making
me not care so much about the pain, and second, the ache inside crested
then abruptly stopped. Once again, Donny held immobile, buried now to his
tufted balls. We looked at each other, a look of accomplishment washing
over Donny's face. I wanted to say something, but the pain and pleasure
of his assault elicited only a grunt.

I'd often read where guys say that it felt as though a cock where so
deep it was in their throats, but until this moment, I thought it was a
manner of speaking. My entire body felt the presence of Donny's cock,
not just my ass. My stomach tightened up in response to the massive knot
below, my breathing was fast, making me a little dizzy, and my pleasure
centers where in overdrive. I had never felt so completely taken, so
brutally and wonderfully impaled. I could feel Donny's heat and
vibration through my tunnel and deep into my very body, as if I were
truly joined to him. He raised his body up, shifting the angle of his
shaft and sending waves of pleasure through me. He looked down at me and
smiled.

His pull out sent panic through me. He could not take this wonderful
feeling away now, I had to feel it again. His long shaft glided out of my
relaxing hole easily, as my body ached for it back. I felt the crown of
the head hit the inside, and he stopped. I clenched my ass, a painful
act, but I had to have that cock. Donny stopped his retreat, then with
the same slow drive, headed back in, filling me with bliss. He hit that
spot again, the sore aching spot inside, and I adjusted my hips, and once
again felt the crest and sudden release. His cock was the center of my
world now, it's slow transit in and out the marker of time. I
anticipated the gentle tug of the head at my entrance as the signal for
another delicious plunge into my depths.

Donny gradually built up the tempo, each stroke a little faster than
before, but just as deep. As his speed built up, I had less time to
adjust to him, and then to the space he left in his wake. During an
energetic stroke he popped completely out of me, leaving me suddenly
empty. I gasped as my ass clenched shut, free of the invader at last. He
rectified the situation quickly, but gave my battered ring a beating in
the process. This second penetration was pure pain as he put weight
behind it to drive deep. I arched my back to accommodate him, and he
continued his relentless assault. I met his thrusts with my hips, pushing
him deeper and guiding his rod to where it felt good. I was lost in a
world of wet slapping and unbridled pleasure.

He was changing his stroke now, staccato plunges deep inside that rattled
my teeth. My own cock throbbed, but I paid no attention to it. He found
my prostate, guided by my moaning reactions, and focused on it with
little rubbing thrusts. I felt my orgasm welling up unbidden, and let it
happen. With his cock balls-deep inside, my cock erupted and my entire
southern passage contracted. Donny retreated slowly throughout the
surging contractions, massaging his cock on the way. Cum shot up into a
ropy arc, landing on my chest.

As I came down off the orgasmic high, Donny had retreated to just the
head in the ring. Like him, after I cum I'm not much of a follow-through
kind of guy, which is why I always make my partner cum first. The entire
scenario was now crystallizing in my head. It's not that I wasn't
enjoying this, but suddenly reality was all around me. I was ass-up
getting fucked bareback in a public park with a guy I really didn't know
with a baseball bat for a cock. The pain that had been a constant
stimulant towards orgasm was still there, but now it was just pain.

"Turn over." Donny said, still not withdrawing completely. I wanted to
object, to protest any further invasion, but again, the reality was that
he was firmly lodged in my ass and short of screaming `rape' there was
little I could do. He lowered my left leg and rotated my hips. The feel
of his cock twisting inside me made my eyes roll back. That was a new
one. He kept directing my movement by using my legs to steer my upper
half, keeping his rod firmly inside. With nothing but his copious pre-cum
to lube, it spun in short snaps, each one sending pain and pleasure
through me. When he had me face down, he let me stretch out my legs and
he lay on top of me, entering me fully again. We both sighed as the last
bit of torque released at his penetration.

He lay there for a moment, his engorged member a part of me, his body my
blanket. Despite my fears and the encroaching reality, I surrendered to
the moment. I felt good. He raised himself up a little and started to
rock, rubbing me inside as well as outside. I parted my legs a bit to get
comfortable and he plunged into me, again to the deepest part. I grunted,
but Donny was now going into high-gear. From this position, I could only
take it. He pounded me hard, putting his full weight on every thrust. I
could feel his sweat dripping on my back, his breaths gasps of air. He
piston-fucked me angrily, focused now on his pleasure, not mine. I was
just a tight hole to get him off.

When it felt like my ass could take no more, when the pain of being
repeatedly entered by this stud in rut, he drove into me and held there,
and I knew. Through my over-used tunnel I felt him surge his load. My
insides felt the hot spurt as his balls tightened and his cock twitched
it's climax. His body collapsed on mine, sprawling over me. I was hard
again, but had no interest in seeing it through; the harsh reality was
still lingering around me, despite the pleasant sensation of been stuffed
with a massive cock and pumped full of Donny's seed. The Donny I knew on
line would sign off now and return to his daily routine without a second
thought. But the Donny I knew on line wasn't the Donny stretched out on
top of and in me. He sighed as he gently slipped from me, leaving a
lonely emptiness where his heat had been. Although my ass was throbbing
with pain, I mourned his departure from it.

I felt him shudder a little. I wanted to turn around, despite the
wonderful feel of his body on mine. He gingerly rolled off me, and I saw
his face; he was crying.

"I'm so sorry" he said, clenching his eyes shut.

"What?" I gasped. I was lost now.

"I don't know what came over me." He wiped his face with the back of
his hand. "I just lost it." More tears.

There was a numbing realization that the man who'd just given me the
best fuck of my life regretted it. This was followed quickly with
amusement; he was a devout bottom who'd just lost his virginity by
topping like a champ. I wanted to laugh, to tell him that I understood
completely. Sometimes in the heat, the primal male urge to penetrate
takes precedence over the desire to fulfill a fantasy, it's just the
chemistry of the moment.

"You were incredible." I muttered.

"I know" he replied, in all sincerity, still weeping. "Every woman
I've been with has told me that. I just get lost in it, you know?"

I laughed at his immodest but truly honest response. "Donny, it's all
good" I said, kicking myself for such a stupid cliche. "It's not like
I wasn't a willing participant, at least most of the time."

"I'm so sorry" he repeated, "I didn't mean to do that to you. I
wanted you to, you know..."

"Do that to you" I finished for him. He nodded. I wiped away a tear and
caressed his cheek. "Babe, I you didn't turn me. I want to fuck you
because you have a cock, not despite it! If anything, I want your ass
more now than I did before." I was rewarded with that radiant smile.

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