Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2004 04:56:21 +1000
From: Snoopy . <nathan_b16@hotmail.com>
Subject: 69 Is My Favorite Number

All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted
within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. (MINE) Any
resemblance between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person,
living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If
you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories
it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees
conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own
MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in
your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.

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P.S) Andy Is 19 & Daz is 18

A couple years ago I decided to get myself a job over the summer while I
wasn't studying so I would have a bit of money for the next year. I tried to
get some bar work but having no experience in this meant that people just
weren't interested. Eventually I got a job in a Bingo hall. This was ideal
because it was near where I lived so I didn't have to spend money on getting
to work. The pay wasn't brilliant, but I didn't mind. I had a job to keep me
out of mischief over the summer and it would pay to get me pissed
periodically.

I had two duties at the hall. I worked there four nights a week and on two
of those nights I would be giving out change and checking claims and for the
other two I would be the doorman. I'd never done either of these duties
before, but I'm a quick learner and picked it up quickly. The latter of my
duties is a bit comical. I don't exactly look the part of a doorman. For a
start, I was only 19, very light weight extremely slim build and a voice
that was hardly masculine. Still, there were very few problems and the other
guys there promised to help me if I needed some muscle.

Both of the jobs had their advantages and disadvantages. Being on the door I
could see when the gorgeous guys came in and was able to find out who they
were. Sometimes they would stand and talk a while before moving on to play.
After an hour and a half of this we would close the doors and I'd have
nothing to do for another hour and a half until closing time. God it was
boring.

Being "on the floor" (what we called the other job) was what I really
enjoyed most though. Here I had a chance to really show off and occasionally
flirt with the customers. I was quite a sight when I ran to check a claim.
My slim figure cutting through the air effortlessly and my long hair
billowing out from behind me. People just couldn't help but look when I did
that. Even my manager, an old ugly man with a soft spot for non-hetro boys
would bulge his eyes (and other things I'm sure) when I moved.

It was soon realised that my potential could be better exploited on the
floor so I was glad when they asked me to relinquish my doorman duties. At
last, I'm in on the action. I was one of the best staff they had at the hall
and everyone knew it. It was soon that I was to get a promotion - I was to
become a trainee caller.

Calling was the main job in the hall. You had total control of what happened
and over the staff and I loved every minute of it. Even as a trainee
everyone said I was better than the regular caller. He was a fat slut and
tried to seduce me during my first week - he didn't succeed.

Even though I was calling now, I still had to spend a certain amount of my
time working the floor and some nights (most it truth be known) I'd do both.
It was one of these nights when a stranger came in. I stopped to catch my
breath when I saw him come in during the first session I was calling. He was
a couple of years older than me and about my height. Visibly heavier than I
but he had a cute face with a light plume of hair on his top lip and one of
the tightest butts I've ever seen in my life. I coughed, clearing my throat.
"Excuse me", I apologised, "your last number was 23 and your next is six and
nine, sixty-nine". I blushed a deep crimson. What a number to call! He
looked up at me and grinned. He'd obviously caught me looking at him and
seemed to be enjoying the attention. I raced through that first session. I
wanted to talk to him and suss him out.

When that session ended, they played a different game which was computerised
and I had to go and give out change. I kept looking at the guy while I was
working. He didn't look back. He was going to be alone that night. Yes!

After about five minutes he called me over. "Hello", he said, "I'm new, what
do I do on this game?" I told him how much it was a go, and explained that
the caller would call out the numbers and if he had them on his board he was
to push the shutter over them. It was then I noticed the board number he had
- sixty-nine! Was this fate or what?

I asked if he wanted some change and he replied to the affirmative. Still
seated he sat back a little and pushed his hands into the front pocket of
his tight blue jeans. I looked down and could see a large bulge in the
front. I breathed in sharply and put my hands in my money pouch which gladly
covered the bone that I was rapidly developing. He pulled out a Tenner and I
asked how much he wanted changing. "Give me one" he replied, his tone meant
more than the money. He smiled such a disarming smile and I smiled back. I
counted the money delicately into his hand, touching whenever I could. I
wished him good luck and left him.

Immediately I went over to another floor worker, a friend called Joanne.
"Have you seen that guy on 69?" I asked. "Yeah", she said, "isn't he hot."
She looked into me eyes, I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You mean..."
she started to say, "you mean he's gay?" I told her about what had happened
so far that night. "You lucky bitch!" she hissed, jokingly.

I was half hoping that he wouldn't win on that game because it would mean
that I would have to give him his winnings. I could have got it all wrong.
He could have been straight and just very friendly, but I'd heard that one
before and was secretly dying to see just what he had in his jeans.

The computerised session was just about to finish and I was ready to go back
to the calling rig for the next session when he waved me over again. I
looked at Joanne and she nodded. She wasn't going to stand in the way and
was egging me on. I went over and he asked for some more change. The bulge
in his jeans was making it difficult for him to get his money out. I started
to ask whether he needed any help, but stopped and stuttered "you want some
more! How much this time?" The glint in his eye made my heart miss a beat.
My dick and my heart pounded like I was about to explode. He got a fiver out
and slapped it on the table. "Gimme the lot" he sang, his voice like honey
in the hot smoky air. I complied and wished him luck again as I dashed up to
the calling rig the coins in my money pouch cruelly smashing against my cock
which was now dying for some attention. I was dying for a break so I could
relieve myself.

The music to introduce this session finished and I turned on the microphone
to introduce myself and welcomed the customers. It was a standard thing that
every caller had to do. We then have to explain the order of the games in
the session before we start. My mouth was so dry with lust and my mind
obviously on other things that I made so many mistakes; I thought they were
going to take me off. My manager glared at me as if to say my arse was on
the line if I didn't get my act together.

I turned the mic off and coughed, I asked someone for a glass of water. That
guy was looking at me again. He knew what I was thinking. He started to
chuckle. The water quickly arrived; I took a short gulp and started. "We're
looking for any one line across and your first number is..." I pushed the
button to bring up the number. I see it a fraction of a second on my rig
before it is displayed to the customers. It was that number again. With
disbelief I said "sixty-nine, six and nine, sixty nine". I looked at the guy
again. He'd nearly fallen off his seat with laughing.

When I'm calling there is nothing I find worse that seeing someone laugh or
someone trying to make me laugh? One night, during the final session one of
the floor staff had got hold of a towel and folded it in some way to make it
look like a chicken. He came up behind me and called my name. I turned and
he held up the chicken. I almost died laughing as did most of the other
staff. It was impossible to keep on calling through the laughter of myself
and the other staff. Some of the customers could see the joke and laughed as
well. Others screamed for me to get on with it.

I carried on with the game, still half looking at the guy. I had this
feeling that he was going to win something. I was right. Three games later
we were playing a game for a grand a house. A shrill shout came up from the
hall below me. "We have a claim on number one. Are there any further
claims?" I looked around and could only see the staff moving toward my guy
on board sixty-nine. His claim checked out ok, the lucky bastard had won all
that money. Quickly, I though about something to say. "Congratulations, but
remember the house rule, you've got to take me for a drink at the end of the
night!" I was actually joking, but with a beaming grin on his face he nodded
frantically that he would.

I started the next game and noticed that he was whispering something to
Joanne. What was he saying? I felt jealous! I actually felt really jealous.
But in true professional style I carried on. I soon realised that because it
was such a big win there were various things that he had to sign and Joanne
was probably just talking about them with him. I relaxed, dying for the
night to end so I could spend some time with this god.

Break time came and none too soon. My break was shared with Joanne. We'd
been friends every since she started working there, we just hit it off
immediately. We got a drink, it was a hot summer so all the staff were on
water - by the bucket - and moved into the staff room. "Fuckin' hell!!!" I
erupted as soon as the door closed behind us. My scream was probably heard
all over the building but I didn't care. "Fuck, Joanne, I got a date!!" She
threw her arms around me and kissed me gently to say she was pleased. "He's
called Darren" she said, "but everyone calls him Daz. He's so sweet and he
does seem to like you a lot". The emphasis on her last word confirmed my
suspicion.

It was clear that she was a little upset that it was me and not her but she
said I deserved some action for a change. She was honest and knew that if we
both got horny enough she might have a chance to join in. We had this thing
where we instinctively knew what the other was thinking about. Most of the
time it happened when we were thinking about sex.

"But going with one of the customers could get me the sack", I said. "Hey,
don't worry about it. You can always say it never happened and if he enjoys
it enough he won't cause any problems." We spent the rest of the break
talking about him and both fantasising about what he was like without any
clothes. Joanne said that last time she'd seen a trouser bulge like that it
was a thick 8 inch snake that nearly tore her pussy in two. She took it
though. "You won't need me to tell you what to do with something like that
now, will you" she gave me that mischievous grin that she was famous for. I
grinned back. We hugged, glad that we both could talk about it like that and
went back to work.

They were in the middle of a game when we came back. I didn't call this
session I just checked claims. John, another of the floor staff whispered
about my good fortune as he went off for his break. "Rather you than me on
that fucker, honey" he said, "He's been looking around for you." If we
hadn't been at work now I'd have taken Darren and had him there and then,
but work was work, and I had a reputation to keep hold of (amongst other
things!!!)

I went and stood near to Darren. Making sure he knew exactly where I was.
Close enough not to draw too much attention but close enough for him to know
how hot I was for him. Joanne stood on the other side of the hall, watching
me and rubbing her tongue lightly across her lips, and making all manner of
rude expressions. She was fantasising about Darren and I being together.

He shouted, he'd got another claim. Not many people win twice in the same
night. Because I was closest Joanne allowed me to check the claim. As I
moved in, he moved a bit closer to where I was going to stand. I looked down
at his crotch as I picked up his ticket. I imagined what his cock would
taste like, it was obviously going to be more than a mouthful, and it could
feed me for a week!

I whispered to him that I would need his ID card. I started to check the
claim. "Checking a full house on number thirty-two on the white flyer,
serial number double-o-six-nine, plate number..." I nearly screamed in
ecstasy as he had to stand up to get his ID card out of his back pocket. His
hand slid across my money pouch and gently grazed my bulging cock. He had
done it on purpose and I wasn't going to complain. "Plate number
one-three-double four," I continued, "ID six-nine-six-nine." We both blushed
as I read out his ID number. Joanne's eyes were popping out of her head at
what she had just seen.

It was a good claim - thank god - and I left to get his prize. "Thank you,
gorgeous, don't forget our drink!" he whispered as I placed his prize on the
table next to him. "I haven't" I reassured him with a glint in my eye.

When that session ended many of the customers left. There was a session
afterward that I called but not many stayed because it was late. He got up
as well, I though he'd gone to the toilet but when I started the session he
hadn't returned. My heart sank. It seemed to take ages to get through and I
was dying to see whether he was waiting for me by the door. He wasn't
though.

I went to the computer and keyed in his ID number. It wasn't there, the last
number was 6958. He had only come that night and hadn't been put on the
computer yet. I asked when the computer would be updated. "Tomorrow morning"
was the gruff reply from my successor. At least I was working tomorrow night
so if he didn't come in then I could at least ask the computer where he
lived. I went home and pleasured myself to sleep dreaming about my god-like
Darren.

I arrived at 6.30 the following evening to start work. There was a message
for me, from Darren. Another of the staff read it out aloud in front of the
other staff. "He says, 'sorry about last night, I though you'd finished, but
I'll be here again tonight'". My heart pounded as I dived into the staff
room to get myself a drink. Joanne and John quickly followed me. "Well,
Stud!" chirped John, "So tonight's the night?". "It could well be" I
grinned. "I know his brother," John said, "and you're gonna have a sore arse
'til next week if what they say about him is true!" There was a tone of envy
in his voice. I'd slept with John once when we were both pissed. He gave a
good fuck but was selfish and didn't have that good a dick. It was six
inches and he knew how to use it though.

We came out at 6.45. I was on the floor all night tonight (standing up that
is!) so when he came in I could be ready and near him. It wasn't the done
thing to be seen spending too much time with customers and our manager would
point us around the hall if we spent too much time in one spot.

6.50 came and I needed to use the bathroom. As I entered I noticed a
familiar smell. There was only one guy at the urinals and I recognised the
back of his head. I looked as I approached him. He turned and looked at me.
Without words, his whole body seemed to say "hello". "Hello there, Darren",
I said as I slid my pouch to my side and undid my fly. "Let me give a hand
with that he said" and dove into my trousers. I was too stunned to resist.
He gave my cock a small squeeze as he pulled it free of my underwear. I
glanced at his member. Joanne was right, it was very long and pointing right
my way, he still had some of it inside his jeans. My own dick inflated
instantly. It's normally seven and a half long, but grows to eight when I
get really aroused, and boy was I aroused! "Oh Darren," I sighed, "I didn't
know you cared." At that, he bent down and swallowed my bone right to the
root. I nearly came on the spot. He nuzzled my pubes and slid slowly off, a
satisfied look on his face. "And there's more of that where this comes from"
he said as he pushed his hips out to get his entire dick out of its hiding
place. God!! It was a 10-incher. My heart pounded. "I....I'll....s..See you
later then" I stammered. I'd never been confronted in such a manner and was
taken aback. He stuffed himself back inside his jeans, he didn't wear
underwear so it was firmly encased back inside his tight jeans. After the
shock had left me, I corrected my clothing and left to get back. I just had
to tell Joanne what had happened.

The session was a breeze. It seemed to fly past, and I wasn't complaining. I
waited until everyone else had finished in the staff room because I wanted
to get changed into something else. I left a message that if Darren asked
where I was, I was in the staff room.

I'd just stripped down to my underwear and was about to take them off when
there was a knock on the door. "Andy? It's Darren, are you decent 'cos I'm
coming in". Now there's nothing I like more than a man with guts. Before I
could say anything the door swung open and there stood Darren, I spun round
my hard dick pointing directly at him, tenting out in my tight briefs.
"Hmm," he said, "they don't leave much to the imagination, but you look so
much better like that!" He lunged at me, knocking me off my feet. I landed
under him on the floor and we kissed deeply and passionately. As we rolled
around our tongues explored every inch of each others mouths. I felt his
body. Oh boy! How I'd dreamed about being next to a body like this. And the
wet dreams I'd had just thinking about touching it.

He started to pull down my briefs to free my throbbing erection. "No", I
implored, "not here. If you're caught in here with me, with us like this
we're both in deep shit". "Ok, I've got an idea. You finish getting changed
and meet me at the front." he said, straightening the mammoth snake in his
jeans and moving to the door.

I practically threw my clothes onto my body. I was so horny now after that
that I knew my cock wouldn't go down until it had been satisfied. It was
that hard it was hurting. Boy, did he make me feel good. I charged to the
front door, knocking a pile of glasses over as I flew past. The manager gave
me a knowing glance as I shot through the door "Goodnight Andrew, have a
nice time!" How I hated it when he called me Andrew.

Darren was waiting in his car at the front with the passenger door open. I
jumped in and pushed my face into his as I slammed the door. He quickly
probed my mouth with his tongue and sped off. We drove for about 30 minutes,
making pillow talk all the way. We didn't talk about sex that would come
later. "Andy," he started as we stopped at some traffic lights, "will you
call me Daz, you're out of work now remember!" I said I would as he sped on.
He put his hand on my thigh, riding it up to my crotch and giving it a
little nudge then sliding back down to my knee, only moving his hand away
when he needed to change gear. I wanted to get his manhood out of his jeans
and into my mouth but I knew I'd make him crash the car if I did.

Finally we arrive at his home. It was an old Victorian house which had been
converted into apartments. He opened the large heavy oak door and ushered me
through. I waited until he closed the door behind us. Then he gathered me up
in his arms and carried me up a flight of stairs. There were three
apartments in the building, two smaller ones downstairs and a larger one,
his, upstairs. Still holding me in his arms he found a key and opened the
door to his apartment and carried me inside.

It was sparsely furnished with just a leather suite and deep fur rugs on the
floor. He walked over to the sofa and dropped me onto it. Then he knelt down
in front of me and we started to kiss again. Deeply, and passionately and
with much more energy than before. My already bursting dick felt as it was
growing even more. I had changed from my baggy shirt and trousers into tight
jeans and t-shirt which gave my body much more definition than my work
clothes. He was lapping up the sight that lay before him. If it was going to
end there, I'd still be happy but I knew that there was more in store for
me.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring each others mouths and
bodies with our tongues and hands. We avoided touching each others crotches
at first, knowing we'd have plenty of time to do that later. Between kisses
he asked if I'd like a drink. With my tongue still deeply embedded in his
throat I said yes. We separated and I felt as if there was something
missing. I knew he'd already asked my work mates what I drank so it was no
surprise when he came back with a can of larger. He opened it, spraying us
both with its fizz. We both laughed out loud and he opened his can.

I sat up and pulled my legs up to my body so he could sit down next to me.
He did and placed my legs on his lap. He was so gorgeous, I just had to have
him.

I wanted to know about him. He was a stranger to me. Even if we didn't
become lovers I wanted to have him as a friend. I shouldn't have worried. He
was too keen on me to just let this be a one night stand. We started
talking. We'd already broke the ice at work earlier that night, so there was
no need for small talk. We spoke about our jobs and families. He was stunned
that I'd only been a caller for a few months, "you sounded so professional,
I'd swear you'd been doing it for at least a year.". "No, I'm just very good
with my mouth", I smiled. He said that he'd been a construction worker for a
few years after school. That explained the wonderful body he had. He wasn't
beefcake, and I've never been keen on too much muscle. Most men I've known
like that make terrible lovers because they're too wrapped up in themselves.
Daz was different. He was caring, loving and anyone who saw him could see
that he was pure sex on legs.

I told him what John had said about his brother. "Well, big dicks seem to
run in our family," he began, "but I'm not surprised about John talking
about my brother. My brother is such a slut he'll fuck anything. Men, women,
dogs, sheep, you name it he's probably had it". "Well he's not had me." "No,
but I am."

He took my can and placed in on the floor next to his and lay on top of me.
He pushed his enormous crotch into mine and the air instantly became hot and
sweaty and full of sexual desire. This was going to be a night I'd not
forget.

As he ground his crotch into mine we both began to moan. If he kept up on
this much longer I'd come right there and then. "Hey, if you want to get
some time out of me, we'd better stop for a while". Without answering, he
got off me and picked me up again. Planting his lips firmly on mine he gave
me one last kiss before taking me through to the bedroom.

He laid me on this huge bed. The whole room was palatial. He lowered me onto
the bed and then lay next to me. I was at fever pitch when his hands started
to explore me again. Pushing and pulling gently at the nipples which were
pointing through my tight t-shirt. Massaging the material which encased my
arse. I started to moan again. I located his nipples through his shirt with
my tongue and started to suck and chew through the material. This sent him
into overdrive as he practically tore his own shirt off and pulled mine over
my head in one easy motion.

Naked from the waist up, we rubbed our chests together. Our hard, erect
nipples exciting each other. I could feel the snake down the leg of his
jeans start to pulse and knew that I had to have it. I moved my hand down
and slid down its length through his jeans. He moaned in sheer ecstasy and
it thickened up at my touch. This turned me on as well and my own dick began
to pulse with his.

I attacked the buckle of his jeans. I'd become a master of undoing belts
with one hand. After releasing the pressure around his waist I eased my hand
behind the waistband and down to the root of his cock. I stroked the smooth
bush I felt there. He did the same to me, but his hand glanced my cockhead
as he passed it, covering it with the precum that was pouring out like a
tap. I couldn't resist it any more. I tore open his fly and yanked his jeans
down his legs and off. As his tool was freed, it slapped up and hit me. What
A powerful muscle. I put both my hands around it and gave it a gently
squeeze. Admiring its beauty. A small drop of clear precum grew at his piss
slit. He was huge, really huge. Ten inches of cut man meat with huge duck
eggs for balls. When this guy came, he came by the gallon, I thought.

Daz just laid there as I worshipped his cock. Moaning gleefully as I ran my
tongue all around the head. I took the drop of precum into my mouth and
drank its sweetness. It was indescribable and I moaned with pleasure at its
taste. It was soon replaced by an even bigger drop which I took on my tongue
and massaged all over his huge dong.

"Andy, what have I got here?" he said. I'd been so carried away dealing with
him that I hadn't noticed that he'd taken my jeans down and was licking my
dick all over. I must have been horny 'cos I was well over eight inches
long. He commented that it was rare to find such a big uncut cock these
days. I agreed and said that I didn't mind whether it was cut or not as long
as I could get a decent drink out of it. He laughed and I felt the velvet of
this throat massage the head of my cock. I love being taken deep throat and
my precum oiled his mouth fully. I felt his nose in my bush and I was in
heaven.

He was too big to take all the way into my mouth but I did my best and
managed to get most of it in. I began a slow sucking. Bobbing my head slowly
up and down on this donkey dong. He increased the pressure on mine, slowly
turning his head around the length of my dick. I'd never had it done like
that before, the experience was mind blowing. He was screwing me with his
mouth. Suddenly, he took my disk out of his mouth and screamed at me to
stop. "Aaaaaggghh! You're gonna make me cum, and I've got a better idea of a
place for that."

He got up and pulled his dick from my mouth. It went plop as it exited from
my lips. He turned me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders. With
one hand he took my cock and began to stroke it up and down, with the other
he mopped up the precum still pouring from my piss slit and smoothed it over
his fingers with his mouth. The adding some spit to the heavenly mixture he
began to finger my arsehole.

My outer ring gave in to his two fingered fucking and I moaned and groaned
with delight. Then three fingers went in. I nearly screamed. "Its ok baby,
but I need to get another finger in before you get my meat". We were both
covered in sweat and precum was pouring out of both our dicks. He pulled his
hand out and dipped it in the pools of our sex juice, freshening up his
lubrication. Then he eased his four fingers into my boy pussy. The pain was
intense, but I was so horny that I yelped in pleasure. "Oh Daz" I sighed,
"fuck me with your big stick. Fuck me, please". I almost begged.

He withdrew his fingers and slicked up his prick with more of our lube.
Lining up his cockhead with my pussy, he gently pushed until the head was
inside. He squeezed my cock as he entered, making sure I couldn't cum just
yet. He let my chute get accustomed to his oversized member before slowly
fucking the rest in inch by inch.

I'd never had such a large cock up me before and wasn't sure I could take it
all. But I was having such a good time I sure as hell wasn't backing out
now. When he was all the way in he squeezed the muscles in his groin and his
cock expanded a little more in my pussy. It felt wonderful as his cock made
a little more room for it. "Hold on, baby, I'm gonna give you the ride of
you life." he said as if he was breaking in a horse. I was clear that this
was no ordinary guy and no ordinary cock. He was experienced and knew how to
handle himself and any pussy around his huge sex tool.

It was then that he started a slow rhythmic fucking. Pulling out so that
only the head was left in, then pushing it all back. Each time he went back
in right to the hilt. I squirmed each time his bush tickled my balls. Boy
was this a fuck! He'd released my dick by now and had increased his speed.
Without any attention my own cock was bobbing up and down with a life of its
own. I didn't need to touch it, Darren's work on my prostate was doing
everything for me.

Still inside me, he rolled me onto my side. It hurt a little as I turned,
but my pleasure far outweighed any pain. He fucked a little more and then
pulled out all the way. I opened my mouth to ask why but as I began to speak
he plunged back in knocking a scream out of my throat. His fucking speeded
up even more and I knew he could go faster. The air whistled slightly and I
bounced up on the bed as his pelvis smashed into my arse.

He pulled out of me again, rolled me back on my back. He took a dive at me,
impaling my arse on his dick and my mouth with his tongue. This guy was now
fucking me with both his cock and his tongue. He was incredible.

I felt a tightening in my balls and knew I was ready to cum. He sensed the
tightening in my arse and raised himself up. "Daz, I'm gonna...gonna cum!" I
screamed at him, gasping for air. He was fucking me really deep and really
hard and the expression on his face said that he wasn't far off Cumming
either. Then, with one stroke deeper than any of the others, he stopped. The
force of this stroke nearly sent my head into the headboard. His dick felt
about a foot wide in my arse and I felt the warmth as his seed filled my
guts. He screamed as he came, opening his mouth as wide as his jaw could
open.

In seconds, the throbbing of his dick in my arse cause a rush of jizm out of
my shaft. I screamed as well. Still bobbing around my dick erupted and shot
a wad right into his open mouth. Further spurts covered both of us with my
white hot seed. My eyes darted around in pleasure. He pulled out of me
starting another eruption in my loins. It caught him on the cheek as he
collapsed on top of me.

Panting, and well satisfied, we kissed and held each other. Sliding around
in our combined mess. We were both still hot, and even hornier than before.
If we'd have had the energy, we'd have done a repeat performance there and
then, but we were so exhausted that we just fell asleep in each others arms.