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I am a 34-year-old high school teacher. I am 5’7”, 125 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I ran track in high school and college and I still maintain my 35C- 25- 34 figure with five visits to the gym every week. My male students are always flirting with me but I am a no-nonsense teacher and usually cut them off before they get themselves in trouble. I also dress as conservatively as I can. Oh, I notice how attractive some of my students are. A few in the past have actually been surprising gentlemen. I just respect my marriage, and my job.

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One weekend, my husband, decided to take me to the beach for the day. Our local beach is separated from the town by a conservation area. It’s a 15 mile drive through a sanctuary to get to the beach.Â

We had a great time soaking up the sun, playing Frisbee and bodysurfing. As usual, the guys at the beach enjoyed looking at my attributes. I always enjoyed the ego boost but then again, there were plenty of other girls they were looking at as well.Â

On the way home, my husband’s truck started missing and began lurching.

“Damn fuel pump! I’ve been having problems with it for weeks.”

Suddenly, the motor stalled and we drifted to a stop on the side of the road.

“Nothing like waiting ‘till the last minute to fix it, huh?”   I lamented.

He looked at me with a look that let me know I was better off silent. He popped the hood and climbed out of the truck. I got out and stood beside him as he peered into the engine compartment.

About this time, a car passed by us and slowed to a stop in front of us. It was a large convertible filled with kids coming back from the beach. The driver stepped out of the car and walked over to us. Shane Billups had been a student of mine a couple of years ago. Since graduated, the ex-jock stood 6’2” with black hair and blue eyes. It was easy to see why his car had a few girls in it.  Â

“I thought I recognized you Ms. Perkins. Having some car trouble?”

“Fuel pump, replied my husband. Think you could run my wife into town and get me a new one?”

I could smell the odor of marijuana in the air, and I’m sure my husband could too.

“Not a prob’, hop in the car Ms. Perkins.”

My husband gave me some instructions and as I turned to go he said, “Don’t get too high!”

I climbed in the front seat between Shane and another guy. There were two girls and another boy in the back. As we started down the road, a joint materialized from the back seat. Shane took a hit and passed it to me. I took it and was about to pass it to Shawn, the guy sitting next to me.

“Come on Ms Perkins. School’s out. Lighten up a little and relax!”Â

It had been a few years since I’d smoked pot, but I took a small puff and passed it to Shawn. I felt the burn in my lungs and held the smoke as long as I could.

“There you go,” was Shane’s only response.

In no time the joint made its way around to me again, and again, and again. And each time, I took a hit. By the time we arrived at the auto parts store, I was high as a kite.

We picked up the part and headed back out to where my husband was busily working on his truck. He kept his tools in the cargo box of his truck, so he was pretty involved when we arrived.

“Here’s your parts honey. Want me to stay and help?”

He looked up at me and smiled.Â

“You’re stoned! This is going to be trickier than I thought. You’d be more of a hindrance than a help. Go party. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

I kissed him goodbye and told him I’d have Shane give me a ride home. I let him know dinner would be on the table when he got there.

As we headed back to town, I asked Shane to drop me off at my house.

“What’s your hurry Ms. Perkins? Wanna come to a party?”

I knew I should have gone home, but the combination of my buzz and Shane’s infectious smile clouded my better judgment. Besides, my husband did give me permission to go party.

“Well, maybe for a couple of hours, I replied. And my name is Jen.”

“Sure thing Jen.” With that he patted me on the knee and I felt a shockwave travel up the inside of my thigh.

Shane came from money. He lived in an older section of town where the houses were on gated property and set well back from the street. As we pulled up to the palatial residence, there were already several cars parked in the loop.

Shane invited me in and escorted me to the back of the house where the pool area was. There were probably 15 to 20 people either in the pool or lounging around by it. The smell of weed was everywhere and the blender at the poolside bar seemed to never stop running.

I had on my bikini from the beach, but had put on a pair of tennis shorts prior to leaving.

Shane gestured for me to sit next to him and I accepted the offer, sitting on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water.Â

“You wanna drink? I think the drink du jour is Pina Colada.”

Before I could answer, Shane had jumped up and walked to the bar where he quickly made two cocktails. He handed one to me upon his return and again sat down beside me.

I had severe cottonmouth from the pot and took a long gulp from my drink, feeling its contents warm my insides on the way down.

“You’re not so tough once you take off the teacher costume,” he smiled at me. I caught him glancing down at my breasts, provocatively displayed in my swim top.

“I couldn’t very well let you kids run all over me now could I Shane?”

“I never got away with shit in your class. You were tough! Equals now though, right?”

“Right,” I replied.

With that we did a handshake and started laughing. I was relaxed, probably too relaxed. But I was enjoying myself and the break from the routine. I suddenly caught myself looking down at the bulge in Shane’s crotch and quickly looked up. He was returning my stare and I wondered if he had noticed.

Shane and I continued to make small talk. Apparently, his parents were in Europe for the summer and he had remained behind to attend summer classes at the local college.  Eventually a joint made it around to us. There wasn’t much left to it and Shane commented on it.

“You’re always screwed when you’re at the end of the line.”

He stood up and extended his hand to me.

“Come on. I’ve got a secret stash.”

We stopped briefly at the bar to freshen our drinks and then he led me upstairs and down a long hall to a bedroom. Upon entering, it was immediately apparent that this was a guy’s room. Spartan in decoration except for the trophies on the wall and a huge bed situated near the entrance to a private bathroom.

“Have a seat,” he gestured as he walked towards his dresser. While he was rummaging around in one of his drawers, I sat down on the edge of his bed.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. He had a small glass pipe and a lighter in his hand.

“Hash.”

With that he lit the bowl and took a slow draw from it and exhaled.

“Careful,” don’t take too much.”

Before I could take a hit, he stopped me and stated, “Here, let me shotgun it to you.”

“What’s that?”

“I take a hit and then blow it into your mouth as you inhale. That way you won’t get too much.”

He took a hit from the pipe and then leaned towards me. As he did, he reached across with his left arm and placed it on my right thigh to steady himself. It startled me at first, but he was already leaning into me and had placed his lips an inch away from mine. As he gently blew the smoke out, I sucked it in to my lungs. I felt the pit of my stomach tighten up as I became so very aware of our closeness. As he finished, he gently pecked me on the lips with his and pulled away.

“Always better when you do that with the opposite sex,” he smirked.

“I see!” I feigned disdain with a smile. In reality I was aroused.

“Now you try,” Shane said, and handed me the pipe.

I repeated what I had seen him do, and again he leaned into me. This time, when he placed his hand on my thigh, he seemed to caress it more than grab it. It was more like I sighed the smoke out and into his mouth. When I finished blowing, Shane kept his face where it was, inches from mine. He exhaled and whispered, “You forgot the end part.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. We’re going to have to keep doing this until you learn to do it right.”Â

He leaned in and pecked my lips again.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He leaned in and kissed me again. I let him.

“Practice makes perfect.”

He kissed me again, this time toying with my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to let him in, teasing his tongue with my own.

He ran his right hand up through my hair and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to him in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

Maybe it was the pot, maybe the alcohol. Or maybe it was just the fact that I had needs that had not been met in a long while. Suddenly gone from my thoughts were my husband on the side of the road, fixing his truck. I had a man built like Adonis preparing to take me, and I wanted it to happen. The fact that it was one of my former students, added to the taboo.

Shane suddenly broke our kiss and stood up. He bent and lifted me in his arms like I was a child. I yelped in surprise and then giggled, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him to me in another long kiss. He carried me around to the side of the bed and gently lay me down. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his chiseled physique before climbing on top of me.

We resumed our heated exchange and for the first time in years, I was “making out.”

Sometimes he was on top, sometimes I was. But as we continued to maul each other with wet, deep kissing, the passion continued to grow. We were dry humping each other to the point that I actually experienced an orgasm.

While I was on top of Shane, he suddenly pulled the strings to my top that kept it tied and pulled it away from me. He pulled me to him and took my left breast into his mouth.

“Oh God Shane! Oh baby that feels so good!”

Electricity shot through me as Shane did things with his mouth that I had never felt before. His hands ran down my back and he cupped my ass pulling me into his crotch. I could feel the thickness of his cock against me.

Suddenly, Shane rolled over on top of me, still working on first one breast, then the other.

I felt his hands unbuttoning my shorts. All I could do was run my hands through his gorgeous hair and encourage him.

“Yessss! Oh God yes Shane! Make love to me!”

He practically ripped my shorts off of me and I couldn’t have cared less. I had never been so aroused in my life. I was no completely exposed to him and I could see the approval in his eyes.

“God you’re perfect!”

Shane was in a kneeling position straddling me and I quickly sat up to help him remove his shorts. I undid the snap and separated the Velcro. His cock hit me in the face when it popped out – and what a cock it was!

It was as big around as a paper towel roll, and nearly as long, probably 10 inches. The rumors I had heard about him around school were true. I took it in my hands and made an attempt to put it in my mouth, but Shane had other ideas.

“Later! I can’t wait.”

He pushed me back on the bed and climbed between my legs. I used my feet to pull his shorts all the way off.

When I felt the head of his cock enter my vagina, I got scared.

“Shane, please go slow baby. I’m not used to that size.”

“I’ll go as slow as it takes Jen. I would never hurt you.”

The way he talked to me was as much a turn on as his body.

He propped himself up on his hands and slowly eased his monster cock into me. He’d put it in an inch and fuck me with it for a few strokes before advancing it another inch. I felt my pussy walls stretching wider than they ever had.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuggghhhh Ooooooooohhhohhhh!”

I had my hands on his hips and worked with his rhythm. Orgasm after orgasm rocked through me. I already knew I wanted to be with Shane again. I was fucking a real man and a fantastic lover.

In no time, Shane had worked his entire cock into me. He lay down on top of me and allowed me to get used to his size.

“You okay baby?” he whispered into my ear. “I love the way you feel inside.”

He began to gently nibble on my ear and kiss me, tenderly at first. At the same time he slowly swiveled his hips, moving his cock around inside me.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me Shane babeee, just don’t stop!”

“I had no intention of stopping. You wanna see me again?”

“Yesssss! And again and again and AGAINNNNN!”

His strokes became longer and harder and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. I clawed at his back with my nails and smothered him with kisses. I felt like I was going to pass out with the pleasure. My husband hadn’t given me a strong orgasm in years, and now I had lost count of how many earth-shattering explosions Shane was giving me.

He rolled me over on top of him and I rode him to many more as he massaged my breasts

“Fuck Shaaaane cuuummiiinnnnnggg!”

I collapsed on him in exhaustion, my hair matted around my face. He stroked my back and kissed me.

“We’re not done yet honey.”

“I don’t think I have another orgasm left in me.”

“Don’t worry; I might be able to coax a few more.”

He rolled me off of him and pulled his still hard cock out of me. He then rolled me over onto my stomach.

“Oh Shane, honey, please be gentle.”

“I’m trying to drive you crazy, not drive you off. Relax.”

With that he pressed his cock between my ass cheeks and gently sawed it back and forth along my anal cleft.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels nice! I love your big cock touching me.”

I instinctively spread my legs allowing him better access and, accepting the invitation, he entered me once again.

He slid his cock all the way in and I felt the head nudge my cervix.

“Fuck me babeeeee, oh shit fuck meeeee!”

“I could do this to you every day Jen. God you feel fantastic!”

He pistoned in and out of me like a machine. He was tireless.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as, true to his word, I came again and again.

I felt him pick up the pace and I arched my back, feeling him go even deeper. With one last thrust, he impaled me and I felt him shudder. Then I felt the vibration of his come filling me.

“Oh Shittt!” he groaned, as he pumped more and more of his seed into me.Â

Only then did my head clear long enough to realize that we had not used any protection. After having two children from a previous marriage, my husband had had a vasectomy. We had never had a desire to have children. Now my womb was filled with the fertile sperm of a 20-year-old. Still I encouraged him.

“Fuck baby, I feel you cumminngg in me. Cum in me pleeeaaasssee!”

Shane collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck, my face and any other part of me he could reach. I turned my head to suck his tongue into my mouth.

Finally, he rolled off of me, but pulled me to him in a tight embrace. We continued to kiss.

“I meant what I said about seeing you again,” he said between kisses.

“I’m married, and I’m older than you. Why me?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you since the 10^th grade. Today was like a dream come true. Now I’m lying next to the best lover I’ve ever had. That’s why you.”

The boy knew all the right things to say. I looked up at the clock on Shane’s dresser.

“Shit! You have to get me home!”

We didn’t say much as we put our clothes back on. Semen poured out of my well-fucked vagina, but I let my shorts soak it up.

As we settled into his car, Shane leaned over and gave me another breathtaking kiss.

“That’s the goodbye kiss I can’t give you in front of your house. Call me.”

I made it into the house and had leftovers warmed and waiting for my husband when he arrived home, greasy and sweaty.

I heard the front door shut while I was in the shower, washing away all evidence of my

tryst, but not my lingering desire, and definitely not my confusion.

“How was the party?”

“Lot’s of dumb kids. But the pot was good.”

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Stay tuned for part 2

But Anna had been called into work that evening leaving Pedro alone in the flat, kicking his heels and wondering what he should do. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t enjoy time away from physical activity and he was becoming restless. He knew he should be relaxing, that’s what holidays were about, but doing nothing didn’t sit well with him. He’d wandered about the place, checking through the books on the shelves, all in French, thumbed through the DVDs, found nothing he wanted to watch, and had been searching around the cable channels trying to find something on TV to take his mind off his inactivity. His restlessness was not helped by the weather. It was July, the city was heating up in a heat-wave and the flat had no air conditioning. Dusk had settled in outside and, through the tall French windows he could see the orange glow of the city lighting the night sky beyond the block of flats opposite. There wasn’t even a view to admire. Anna’s flat was hemmed in by another block directly opposite and separated by a small courtyard.

He wandered out onto the balcony and the closeness of the air struck him. He could smell the city fumes, warmed and intensified by the heat of the dying day. The sounds of car horns and police sirens echoed around the courtyard below and drifted past him into the ether. It was as dull out there as it was inside. Nothing to do but wait for Anna to come home so they could sit up late and chat again. He contemplated going out but couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. He’d showered and put on a pair of light shorts with nothing underneath and had thrown on one of his playing tops. He stood on the balcony barefoot and leaned on the chest high railing, simply staring across at the windows opposite. Most of them were shuttered or curtained, only one light was on. About two floors below he could see a guy sitting at a computer. At least he could see the torso, the head was hidden from view by the top of the patio doors and the angle from which Pedro looked down. Just some nerd surfing his evening away. Dull.

This wasn’t doing him any good, he found himself getting wound up. He wanted to do something but nothing appealed. He padded back inside and wandered into Anna’s room to stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to himself.

‘What’s this all about?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong with you today?’

His reflection didn’t answer. It just stared back at him with its green eyes. The head of dark hair shook itself at him. ‘You know what you need?’ it asked. ‘What?’ he replied, flatly.

In the mirror he saw the eyes drift down and focus on the front of his shorts and felt the soft material hang baggy around his thick thighs. He swung his hips from side to side and watched the outline of his cock as it settled back into place. He did it again and it grew a little bigger. Then he looked back at his reflection and it was smiling at him. A wry, lopsided grin showed off the famous gap where his tooth was missing. That smile told him they had reached an agreement.

‘Right, but who’s gunna do that for me right now?’ he growled back. ‘You do it,’ his reflection said. ‘Not the same,’ he answered. ‘Anna?’ ‘Huh, doubt it.’

Giving up on that idea he stomped back to the balcony to get some more, smog choked air and lent against the railing as before. A bead of sweat ran into his eye and he rubbed it away. Once he could see clearly again he looked down at the surfing nerd. He couldn’t make out what he was looking at down there on his PC but he was now leaning forward, studying screen closely.

‘Probably checking out my score record from the European Championships,’ Pedro thought to himself smugly and gave a short laugh. But then an action caught his eye. The guy below had shoved a hand into the front of his track suit bottoms and Pedro thought he saw him grab and pull. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘the dirty git’s looking at porn.’

He inched along the balcony to his right a few paces and checked around. No one else was outside or in the courtyard as far as he could tell. The light from the living room behind him was casting his shadow onto the building opposite and there were no other shadows, so no one else was above or below him. Maybe that’s why the nerd had his curtains open, no fear of being seen. Or so he thought. Pedro squinted at the screen, it was about twenty feet below and he could just make out flesh coloured tones on the monitor. He couldn’t see what sex they were or what the pictures were of but they were definitely naked. He could see small patches of dark hair between legs but that was about it. Yup, the nerd was surfing for porn and playing with himself.

Pedro crouched a little, holding onto the railing for balance and peering through the ironwork. The nerd had removed his hand and Pedro could see a lump in the track suit. The nerd clicked onto a new page, the picture on the screen went white and then started to fill from top to bottom with one, enlarged picture. Two people; one underneath, one riding on top. Still, though, it was impossible to see what sex they were.

‘Well, this is more interesting than the TV,’ Pedro muttered to himself and trained his eyes on the PC. The picture changed again but still he couldn’t quite make out what it was of. The nerd’s hand went back into his trousers and pulled away more slowly than before. Pedro felt his own cock stirring again. The breeze was creeping up from below and he could feel the air enter the legs of his shorts and investigate around his balls while his cock brushed gently against the silkiness of the material. That felt good. It also felt good watching someone else getting off on porn. No harm in that. Just a guy doing what Pedro wanted to be doing. He could look at porn and pull himself off, it would be something to do. But Anna didn’t have a PC at the flat and so he’d have to watch from there.

Then and idea struck him and he slipped back inside. For some reason his heart had started to beat faster and he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew what he was going to do, maybe because what he was going to do was like cheating, whatever the reason it felt exciting and good. He found his camera from his suitcase and came back outside to crouch in the same position. A quick check. No one around, only him and the nerd with the hard on. He put the camera to his eye, squinted and zoomed in.

The nerd’s hand was still working away in his trousers alright, slowly up and down, but now it had been joined by the other hand and this one was attending to the guy’s balls by the looks of things. Pedro settled himself against the railings, squatting down so that his arse was pulled wide. His knees were spread and he was almost sitting on the balcony floor. He was comfortable like this. He trained hard; he was strong and flexible and could maintain this pose for ages.

The nerd removed his hands and started to push down his track suit. ‘Not sure I want to see this,’ Pedro said to himself but kept the camera trained in the same place. A bush of blonde pubic hair came into view and then disappeared as the guy lifted himself up. He sat again almost straight away, the trousers free from under him. Pedro’s nervousness increased when he saw the guy’s cock lying semi erect against his thigh. Not as big as Pedro’s but just as thick, it seemed to shine in the artificial light of the flat. The head was circumcised and pink. The nerd freed his balls from between his legs and the cock came to rest centrally on them. They were nearly hairless, round like flesh-coloured golf balls. And then the guy started to play with them again, cupping them underneath and squeezing them with his left hand while his right one drew circles with a finger around the inside of his thigh, stroking his own legs but not touching his cock. The guy reached forward, presumably to click the mouse again, and then sat back. The cock started to rise up, it didn’t get longer just firmer and he still didn’t touch it. He dug his fingers into his pubes and massaged them, scrunching the skin up and pulling it taught so that his cock rose perpendicular, then letting it all go so it flopped down onto the smooth balls that he was still working on. He did this a few times and then let everything go. He lent back, stretched out his legs and just left his cock standing there, 45 degrees from the blonde bush at its base.

‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.

The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet.

But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.

‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air.

But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.

He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.

Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below.

Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager.

Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.

‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.

He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him.   He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside.

And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. To lie with the blonde under him, their fingers twisting together, their breathing the same, as Pedro pulled his dying cock from the guy and turned him beneath so that they could kiss again.

How good it would be.

Pedro’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the door bell.