Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2019 00:15:28 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Chuck's Bar CHUCK'S BAR By Jesse P Gibson DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is intended as a fantasy. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely conincidental. Compliments, complaints or comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty. Bandwidth isn't free. When I was growing up, there a bar on the edge of town called Chuck's that had a reputation. This was the late 70's and homosexuality wasn't discussed openly like it is now. But it was a gay bar or at least that was the reputation. There wasn't a pride flag or anything outside but it was kind of away from everything and not on a road where most people would drive but not so out of the way that anybody would question it if they saw you on the road. It was also famous, at least among the high school set, for serving underage. Back then, the drinking age was 18. They weren't that particular about carding or so the legend went. It didn't matter for me beacuse I was a church going kind of kid. The Church of God. Pentecostal and right wing. But the thing is that Chuck's was across the railroad tracks and on the other side of the propane dealer from our church. I had passed it a million times. And it had a reputation. I wanted to go to Chuck's. Just once. Just to see. I was 16, almost 17, when I got my chance. My parents were gping off on some mission trip kind of thing with the preacher and his wife and two other couples. They trusted me to be alone and not have a party because I was a dutiful son and a fixture of the church's youth group. And I wasn't planning a party either. I was planning going to Chuck's. I thought about it and planned it out in my head all week. I discreetly pumped the wilder members of my milder set to see what they might know, without givng away my plan. Nobody knew anything other than the same rumors I knew. They hadn't been there. I ran with a really tame Christian group. I said goodbye to Momma and Daddy Friday after school and promised to be good and to be up for church on Sunday. They gave me some money for food and we hugged like they were going away forever, not just for the weekend. They left and I got ready. I had bought myself a neon blue shirt to go with a pair of black jeans. I had pair of pointed toe boots. I thought I looked good. The parking lot is in back. You pull in on the side and go to the back side and park, whcih is cool because nobody could see my car unless they were actually in the parking lot. It was after dark when I got there, after 9. There were maybe like 8 or 9 cars in the parking lot. I sat there for a minute getting my courage up and getting the lay of the land. The bar was a straight building of cement blocks and siding and the door was glass, painted black. On the other side is an open space surrounded by a privacy fence. I was scared, anxious. I was breathing heavy and my heart racing. My palms sweaty. I sat there, trying to get up the courage. The only thing keeping me from bolting is that I couldn't live wiht myself if I did. I've been dreaming about it for the whole week and I don't want to chicken out. Then I got anxious about sitting in my car. I don't want anybody seeing me doing that either. So, I got out and headed toward the door. There is no one three to card me or stop me or to ask question me. I open the door and I am iinside. It is dark. Dark and dingy. There is a smell too, like smoke and stale beer. At first, I can't even see anything it is so dark. I stumble in and and almost trip on something as I head generally for what ends up being the bar. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. but then I see the pool table off to my side. Finally I make my way to the bar. "Whatta have?" the bartender asks me Suddenly, I am caught off gaurd. I had forgotten I might have to order. What to get? A dauquiri? I've heard of those but I don't know. "Umm, how about a beer?" I hear myself say. "What kind of beer, kid?" the guy says, looking at me like I'm a fool. "Got Bud, Miller, Schlitz, PBR on tap" "Uh, Bud I guess" 'You got ID?" OK, Caught. "I think I might have left it in the car" The guy snorted. "No, you didn't. If you weren't hot, I'd kick you out. Bud it is" So, I had been caught and got away with it but it didn't make me any less nervous. I sipped the beer and wondered why anyone liked it. It was kind of bitter and sour and not very good but I had it and it was a bar and that's what people do. I was too chicken to go up and talk to somebody so I just sat there nursing a beer I didn't like. In a couple of minutes, a guy came from the other side of the bar carrying his beer. I watched him walk around but was still surprised when he sat down on the bar stool next to mine. "Hey, I'm Bill" he said. "Brady" I answered, holding out my hand. He shook it and smiled. I regretted it immediately. Maybe they do things differently in a gay bar than in the Church of God "First time here?" 'Yeah" I admitted. "A student? Local or you live in the dorm?" He thinks I'm a college student instead of a junior in high school. "Um, local" "Well, that's cool" he says, putting a hand on my leg. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a guy walk out a side door and I thoguht about making my escape, I told him I would see him later and headed over to the door. I heard the guy tellng me to be careful out there. I walked outside and there was this patio and one guy sitting at a table nursing a beer. Just beyond there was a priivacy fence that had a sign that siad "Warning: Men at Play". At the time, I didn't think much about it and I went over and opened the gate and went through. There were a couple of picnic tables scattered about and at one of then there was a guy standing with his pants around his ankles with another guy behind him with his pants down. They were having sex. There were three guys standing there watching them, masturbating. I was shocked. And scared. I beat a hasty retreat back through the gate. "Not what you thougbt, straight boy?" the guy said "No, umm..." 'Or maybe it was what you wanted, huh?" "I, I umm" "Listen, kid. If you wanted beer, there's beer in there. If you wanted dick, there's dick over there. You choose" I went back inside the gate. Back to where they were doing it. It was the first time I had ever seen anybody ever have sex, much less gay sex. I went over to where they were The guy in back, the guy giving it to him, was a wiry black guy, reaally fit, his shirt pulled up and over his head and his pants down and a firm butt and I think he must have been well endowed. . The guy taking it was middle aged, like my Dad's age, but in way better shape than my Dad and he had an erection, stroking it as he took it in the rear. I went and stood next to this younger guy, like college aged, but redneck looking who had his thing out stroking it. As I stood there, he reached over and put his hand on my crotch. I froze. I wanted to run away, run out of there, get away from this. I was scared. Somebody was touching me down there, someplace only I have touched. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. But I came here. I came here because it was a gay bar and I wanted to know. I stayed here. I walked over to watch two men have sex. I stood beside a man masturbating. I am here, I am standing here, becuase I want somebody to touch me down there. And I am hard. I reach down and undo the button on my black jeans and pull them open. The guy reaches in and puts his hand unside my waistband and I feel his hand, rough and calloused, on my sensitve penis. I suck in a big lungful of air and try to relax. I let him grope me as I watch the black guy and the white guy go at it. I just stare straight ahead, not looking at the guy groping me. In a second, my penis is out and he is stroking it. "Man, nice dick" he says "Thanks" I murmur. It's not like I did anything special. "Big hot dick" he says. He bends down, gets on his knees and turns me toward him. He reaches up and pulls down my pants to half way to knees and I stand there, everybody watching, basically naked, with an erection and I am too scared to move. Then I feel it. His mouth on my penis. A blow job. His lips around the shaft, the tongue flicking at the head, puling off of me and then going back down,. His hand is on my penis, stroking me as he sucks. I can feel the warm wetness of his mouth. Another man, a black guy as old as my Dad, steps over and starts unbuttoning my shirt. It falls away and I am even more naked. "Damn" he says. "you got one hot body, kid" He is rubbing my abs and then my pects as the other one, the one on his knees, is going after my penis. I don't really know what to do. I just stand there and let them do it. And I enjoyed it. Tbe black guy leans over to kiss me, open mouth, French kissing. I do the best I can. I've never kissed anyone before. Not like that. Not with tongue and all. But I do it. "Fuck, kid. You're hot as fuck" The guy on his knees is stroking his own while he sucks mine and I can literally feel myself getting hot. Like I am burning up. I want to kiss this guy in front of me. Passionately. I want him to touch me, rub my body. I'm young and I work out and I feel incredbly sexy and masculine and I want it and I want it all, right now. I shove myself into the guy's throat, trying to ram it down deep. He doesn't gag either. I moan. It feels too good. I put my hands on his head, pushing him down on it. I am almost overcome by the sensation of it. "Uhhh, uuhhh" I moan "Suck it" "Yeah, suck that big dick." Then I felt it. It was too much. Too overpowering. The dam was going to break. "I'm going shoot!" I call out It was fairwarning but he doesn't come off of me. He kept going. I tried to pull out so I wouldn't shoot in his throat but he held me there. I couldn't hold it any more. A wave of increadible pleasure swept over, unlike anything I have ever felt by pleasuring myself, ten times better, I could only grunt and then I unloaded. I shot in his mouth, 4, 5, 6 long spurts of semen. And then suddenly my penis was very sensitive, almost painfully so. He seemed to be trying to lick up every last dribble of it but it actually did hurt. I pulled out of his mouth and looked around. I was overcome then by an absolute to desire to leave, to get out. I didn't want to talk to them about it. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and stuffed myself inside of them and started to button up my shirt. I did it badly, all crooked but I didn't mind. Both guys - the red neck and the black guy - said something to me but in my haze I couldn't even hear it. I ditched my beer and left out as quickly as I could. Through the bar and out the door and back into the night in the parking lot, headed for my car. I had gotten a blow job. From a guy. I came in his mouth. Wow. It took a little while to process and then the guilt took over. I went to church and tried to act all holy and righteous but I knew I had done somethnng very wrong, very sinful. I prayed and asked foregiveness. I promised God I would never do it again. I swore I wouldn't. And I meant it. I did. For about 3 days. I didn't even masturbate, trying to block it from my mind. Then the hormones took over. The horniness came back. That has been a constant companion now for a couple of years, the desire for sinful pleasure. I tried to fight it and couldn't. Alone, in my room, at night, as I stroked myself I thought about that blow job. It was all I could think about. I wished I had touched him too. It wasn't the next Friday but it was the next after that and I told my parents a story about meeting up with some kids from church. I kept it vague and they accepted it. Foolishly, they trusted me. Of course, I was going back to Chucks'. It was all I could think about. I wanted that same thing again excpt I would do it better this time. Be cooler about it. I was hard walking through the door. I knew what I was there for. Opening the door, it still had the same stale air smell and was dank but I walked quickly over to the bar smd ordered a Bud. Popping the top, the bartender handed it to me and said, "There you go stud. Welcome back" "Thanks" I said, wondering if it was the same guy as last time and if he remembered me He smiled. "I always remember a hot boy" I nod and look toward the door. For a second I'm hesitant. For some reason I don't want the guy to know that I am here simply to go out there and do sex things. But looking around the bar area, there was nobody there and there were 6 or 8 cars in the parking lot. I really didn't know what to say. "Yeah, the action's outside, kid" I nod and head out. I'm still more than half hard walking outside. There's nobody on the patio and I push through the gate, hoping for ...I don't know, an orgy maybe? Not that I would know what to do if there was one. But I was hoping for something. Something good and sexy and fun. I stepped through the gate and took a drag on the bitter beer as I did. On the other side, I looked around and ahead of me was this guy, the same redneck guy that was sucking me last week, on his knees sucking on this guy who looked Mexican and was a little chubby. But it was the other guy standing there, hanging out with sweat pants pulled part way down and resting under his big generous balls. He was a hunk. Sex on wheels. He was as tall as me, over 6 foot, head shaved bald but with a scruffy beard and he was one muscular guy. He was light brown, like mixed race maybe. Hot as he could be. He could get any woman he wanted but he was there getting sucked by a redneck boy. Hesitantly, I went over and stood by him. "Whatcha you got, big boy?" he asked, putting his hand on on my crotch. I didn't answer him. I sucked in some air and undid my pants. Before I could get my boxers down, his hand went inside my pants. He turned toward me and put a hand underneath my T shirt, rubbing my torso. "You work out" he says "You do too" He was all man, broad shouldered and thick armed, goateed. A man. He put his hands inside of the fabric of my underwear, his hand now around my tool. I was hard. I let him grope me. I reached out and took him in my hand, I was surprised at the spongy hardness of it. I shouldn't have been since I have touched myself, of course, but it was weird holding another guy. Cool, but weied. In fact, I got even stiffer brom the excitement of touching someone down there like that. I stroked on it as he groped me. He reached over and pulled my pants part way down but then put his hands on my shoulder to guide me down. He wanted me to suck him. I didn't stop him I should have, maybe, but I didn't. I was too excited and turned on. I found myself on my knnees with it staring at me. Long and thick with a mushroom head. I rubbed it, a couple of pulls, before I bow to the inevitable. I open up and clamp my lips on it, below the head. I try to take more of him in and do, about half way down. I am so hard I am about to burst. I have one hand yanking on mine and one hand on his. And I was hard as a rock doing it too. Steel hard. I was suprised too because getting it done to you is great but who knew I would be so turned on doing it to someone else? "Watch your teeth, kid" he said I knew better. I rearranged ny mouth to get my lips over my teeth and went back to it. I didn't know what to do with my tongue so I just sort of licked it as I went back and forth. For some reason. I took my hand off of the shaft and tugged at his testicles. "Yeah, play with those balls" I tried to get him as deep in as I could without gagging as I tugged at those hanging beauties. I was so hard and turned on that I lost all sense of what was going on around me. There may have been people watching or not. I don't know. I didn't care. I was focused on this one man and his beautiful cock. He grabbed my head and shoved it down onto it. I gagged and pulled off. Choking a bit, I went back to it. He began to buck his hips and drive himself into me. All I had to do was sit there and let him do the work and try not to gag as he tried to get it into my thraot as deep as he could, into my stomach if he could. I let the roughness of my tongue provide friction for his movement. My jaw got sore and I came off of him, stroking him hard the whole time before diving back on. I rubbed my tongue underneath the head of his penis, right there were the slit that you pee with is and he sighed heavily. I guess he liked it. I flicked at it a few times and he moaned again loudly. So, I was learning. I rubbed my tongue around the head of it as I went up and down and he was panting. He grabbed my head again and pushed me down on it, trying to ram it in and I couldn't take it. I forced myself off and gagged and choked but I kept stroking it. I went back to it, though. And he let me. I took him as deep as I dared and came off slowly but he was horny, I guess. He started trying to shove it down my throat again. I could see that his balls were getting tight up against his body. "I'm going to fucking cum!" he called out. I tried to pull off of him but he held my head in place. It tasted a little salty and maybe a little bitter and had the consistency of snot, but warm. I just swallowed it. It really wasn't a big deal. I guess one part of me realized that swallowing another guys load is a pretty gay thing to do but if you are in a position to swallow it, it's pretty gay either way. I am gay. That's for sure. My erection proves it. He buttoned up and left. I still had a hard on but was alone, at least temporarily. I stuffed my erection back in my pants and looked around. One of the other picnic tables was obscured by some bushes but I walked over because I heard noise, stifled but clearly the sound of passion and a sensation of movemnet. A thin black boy, not a boy but not old either, was bent over and getting it from this middle aged white guy, who still had his shirt on and had a bit of a gut but had his pants off. He was going to town and the black boy, I could see, was still hard as he took it, his erection flopping up agaist his body wth each stroke in his butt. I stood there and wattched it for a second and neither of them seemed to mind that they had an audience. I had always figured that sex was a very private thing but it seems when it's man sex that privacy doesn't matter. And I guess that's really cool. Plus, I was super turned on by the black boy, who was hot, skin like milk chocolate and skinny. I was so turned on that I took my dick -- and that's what it is. A dick. -- in my hand through the fly of my pants, stroking it. "You wanna piece of this ass?" "Me?" I asked. Stupid, there's no body else there. He pulls out, his thick tool hard. "Fuck his hot ass with that big dick" In a daze, I got behind him, my dick hard and I went to push it it .Instead, it just slid up his butt crack. The black boy reached down between his legs and guided me in. I pushed into his butt, tight, slick, all the way in. I am having sex with someone. Real live sex. With a guy. And we've never even talked. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me with that big dick. Fuck Andre with your fat cock" he moaned. I rammed myself all the way in him. You have to move back and forth. That much is obvious. But I don't want my dick to come out. Then I'd have to find the hole again. And his butt is tighter than I thought. But it feels great. Right then, as I did him, I felt this surge of masculinity. Possessing another, shoving your dick in them ... fucking, it is what men do. I leaned over and gathered his torso in my arms as I fucked him from behind and I liked that his body was hard and not soft. He stroked his own hard dick as I shoved mine in his in short stabbing strokes. "Oh, God" I called out. "Oh God" "Fuck me, kid, fuck me hard. Drop that hot load in my ass" "Ohhhh, ohhhh, oohhh" I was losing control. There was nothing I could do except keep doing what I was doing. I needed him. I needed this. I needed the release of it. As the pressure built, I was lost in my own ecstasty. I just pushed it in and out, fast and hard, oblivious to him other than he was the hole I was using to get off. My focus narrowed,. Whether we were alone or in a crowd, I didn't care. I needed release. Hard to breathe, impossible to think, I could only feel. "Oh yeah!" I cried. I held him close to me as I unloaded in thick spurts in his ass. I'm no longer a virgin. By no definition of the word am I a virgin. I've had sex. I haven't made love. I've fucked. There's a difference, I think. But I like fucking a whole lot. I wish I could tell other people. I wish I could brag about it. But I can't. To the rest of the world -- the world outside of here where I'm just a hot boy -- I am a churchgoing kid, innocent and pure. I wonder if people can tell if I've grown up. Can they tell that what I desire most is dick and ass? The thing is that now that I have done it once, I want to do it twice. Three time, four, five. As many times as possible. As often as possible. Right now. But, being 16 sucks. You're old enough to do,. old enough to be old enough but not old enough to decide for yourself. I didn't get an opportunity to go back the next week, or the next or the next. I went to church and listen to people talk about things I used to believe in before I discovered that the sins of the flesh are a lot of fun.Telling me to be good and to be pure isn't going to cut it when my dick is hard. Then by some careful misdirection and artful lying, I got away with it one weekend. I was free, as long as I didn't get caught. My third time, I was an experienced veteran. I got the required beer and headed outside. It was hot and I was dressed in a pair of shorts and a fairly tight shirt, showing off my musccles. The time had changed and it was still lingering light as I headed outside to find whatver satisfaction I could. As I burst through the door, I almost hit this young guy in the face as he came through the door.. "Oh Sorry" I said. He was spectacular looking: black hair and green eyes and clear skin and young, like college age. "Hey" he said. "No prob. There's not much going on" "That sucks" I said "Until you got here" I smiled. He held the door open wide and I stepped through. We were alone outside except for a pair of really old guys waiting for something to happen. "I'm Wade" he said. I introduced myself and he asked if I went to school. I knew he meant college and I went ahead and confessed that I was in high school. I lied and said I was a Senior, which I'm not, but it made me seem less young. A senior right now is only a few months away from being in college. He didn't seem to mind. "We can drink here or ... maybe get some beer and go back to my dorm room. My roommate's gone for the weekend." "That's cool" I said. We had the logistics of leaving and I had to follow him back to campus but it wasn't super far and we arrived at the same time. We go up to the second floor and he puts the key in the lock and we fairly fall into the room. I am all over him, a hot hard stud, and he is all over me. Kissing and touching and rubbing and trying to wrestle the other to the ground. He is hard bodied and his muscles feel right in my arms as we kiss, out tongues meeting and we urgently go at it. I feel his hand in my crotch and I am hard, hard as a rock and uncomfortable in my pants. I want them off. His hands go under my T shirt, him feeling my own tight torso. I put my hand on his crotch and he is hard too. "Man, you're sexy" he says as we both get shirtless. I plunge back at him, still wanting to kiss him, the passion of seeing his body settting me off. He is like a Greek god, built out of marble. He is clutching at my shorts and I reach down, a lot more casually than I actually feel, and undo them. They fall to my ankles and I standing there in briefs, my hard on evident. I peel off my shirt and he does the same and then it's like he's in a race to catch up with my nakedness. We are bnth there, naked and hot, in each others arms. I am hard, my dick sticking up above my full pubes and his sticking out. Bck then, boys didn't shave down there. . We are young, hard bodied, fit and horny. He wrestles me to the bed. I am laying crossways on it, unmade, as he gets on top of me, his weight on mine. He buries his face in mine and our tongues are working. I reach down and grab the stiffness of his dick, to touch, to stroke. I need it. He kisses me down my torso, down to my private place. "Oh, God" I call out when my dick goes into his hot mouth. "Oh yeah" The sensation of him, the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, the hottest, on his knees servicing me is thrilling. It makes me feel special, perfect. I feel masculine as he does it. I look at his broad shoulders as he services my tool. He goes all the way down. All the way to the root and slowly up and it feels beyond wonderful. His tongue works over the head of my dick and I have to moan. It is involuntary. The pleasure is so much. He tugs on my balls as he sucks my dick. "Oh, yeah, that feels so good. God, it feels good" I say, half guttural, half moan. I just get lost in the sensation of it for a while as he does me. He comes off and strokes me and dives back on it. But as good as it felt, and it felt great, and as turned on as I was seeing this hot guy service me, I wanted him with a lust I could barely contain. He was hard and stroking himself as he did me and I wanted after that dick. I stopped him and I knelt and he stood and I went after him. He's far more experiencecd than me but I had enthusiasm. I so desperately wanted that dick. I devoured it like a hungry man,. "Oh yeah, that's it, take me, take me down" he said in a whispered as I pleasured him. I was rock hard as I ddi it. I didn't gag. He didn't shove it in or face fuck me. He could sense I was inexperienced and he rubbed my hair and massaged my shoulders as I tongue bathed his cock. He told me to suck his balls and I did, first one and then the other, gently as he purred. Then I went back to the throbbing shaft and swallowed that down. I liked him touching me and i liked that I gave him pleasure. I was so turned on I had to stroke my own hard dick. After a while, he stopped me. "I was about to cum" he said as he kissed me again. Both still naked and hard, he put me on the bed at the edge and grabbed my stiff dick and sucked on it but then edged south. He licked behind my balls and splayed my legs apart to get down there. Then, supine and legs pushed back, he put his face in my butt. I felt his tongue. I felt it at my sphincter. It felt good. I let him. It was a weird sensation, somebody eating an ass, but it felt good and I let him. He reached for some lube and slipped a finger gently into my ass. I almost died. I almost came. It felt amazing. I let him do it. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to move it back and forth. Then he put a second finger in and then felt good too. I felt on fire. I had to pant and moan as he fingered my ass. "I want to fuck you" he said in a whisper. I must have hesitated. "I'll be gentle" I lay there, breathing, my legs hiked up, waiting, nervous and anxious as my anal cherry was about to be popped. He put a lot of lube on his dick and then spurted some on his hand and shoved that in my ass. I tried to remember to breath as he got ready. My dick was still hard though and I gave a tug or tow as I waited. It hurt. Bad. "Stop, stop, stop" I cried out, leaning up to push him back He took it out. "You okay?" I took a deep breath. "Yeah" I said "We don't have to" "No" I said. "Just go slow" It hurt. It did. I thought I was being ripped apart.. Once he got it in, his hips against my ass, the sensation was different. Not painful. Not exacttly. It was uncomfortable. Full. Like I really needed to take a shit. Or maybe piss. Or both. Or cum. I don't know but that fullness was uncomfortable and I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to bottom. But I was breathing and not pushing him back even though my dick had deflated. He bagan to move, slowly, back and to. Slowly out and slowly in. It was just a weird, strange sensation down there as he fucked me. I will say this, it was like nothing else existed except down there. I couldn't feel or concentrate on any other part of my body other than that part of me. He moved a little faster and a little harder and that same full sensation was there but I was better able to handle it. I reached down and stroked my cock, now almost completelly soft as he moved back and forth in my ass. "God, you are so fucking tight" he said. I really couldn't speak. I couldn't form the words. But I was getting hard. He fucked me now a bit harder and a bit faster and I wasn't complaining. Did it feel good? I don't know.. It felt. It was the only thing I could feel. And I was getting harder. He grunted as he fucked me and I grunted as his dick stabbed my tight ass and we moaned towather. I could hear the sound of our bodies slapping togehter over our grunts and groans, the sound of me slapping my hardened cock. "Hot fucking hole" he grunted. "Hot fucking body, hot fucking dick, hot fucking ass" '"Fuck me" I said He pounded me and I stroked myself as hard as I could. I wanted. I needed it. I wanted it hard. I wanted to be fucked. "Fuck me" I called out again. His body slammed against mine.. I almost passed out. I couldn't see straight. I needed it. More. More. More. Harder.. Hrarder. More. I stroked it. I was going to yank it off. My brain was flooded with sensation, with pure ecstasy as my ass got violated, as his dick pouneded against my prostate, I suppose. Whatever, it felt amazing. No doubt now. I needed it. I jacked off, hard and fast and savage. He reached down and took my cock in his hand and all I had to do was lay back and be serviced, lost in the haze of pure bliss. He stroked me hard and fast, in time with his cokc in my ass. I had trouble breathing. "Ahhhhhhh" I grunted "Oh yeah" It was like an explosion. My dick erupted. It was like a volcano, spewing out lava, jizz flying. The first spurt hit my chin and the second coated my face and the next few covered my chest as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me. Wade drove himself into me savagely for another 20 seconds, my ass still alive with sensation even after cumming before he too unloaded. He was panting as he pulled out of me. "Wow" I said. "Man, you really came. I guess you liked it" Liked it? Fuck. I don't give a fuck about nothing. Not fucking church. Not fucking school. Not my fucking parents. I just want to get fucked. Fucked in the ass.