Anonymous encounter: The Middle Eastern twink

The Middle Eastern twink

Who ever said a twink had to be blond? When I think of a twink, I think of young, boyish, skinny, hairless, and… blond. And the guy who showed up in my hotel room fit that description… for the most part. He was in his early 20’s, boyish, semi-tall, probably 5’9” or 5’10”, skinny, and not very hairy. The big difference vs. your poster child twink is that he had a dark complexion and dark hair. It turns out he was Middle Eastern. That explained his Mediterranean looks.

It had been a while since I had landed a real twink. Sure, Aaron a few weeks ago was 19-year-old and a freshman in college. But his built was too thick to qualify as a twink. And the beard he grew the second time we met sealed his disqualification as a twink. But the guy in front of me tonight was definitely twinky, in spite of his darker features.

After a rare week in the office, I was back on the road with a business trip to Detroit. And I was ready again for online hookups. The twink and I did a little bit of chit chat to break the ice, so to speak. I didn’t quite get his whole life story and how he ended up in Detroit. Apparently, his family was from Iran originally, but they were some kind of religiously minority and fled to Syria when the ayatollahs cracked down on minorities. And when the war broke in Syria, they ended up coming to the United States and settled in Michigan where his dad already had a distant cousin who could help them settle in the beginning. But I didn’t ask him to clarify things any further. I was here to suck dick, not to solve the conflicts in the Middle East. Besides, his English wasn’t that good, which would have made it difficult to have an in-depth conversation, even if that’s what I was interested in. As long as he knew how to fuck, I didn’t really care where he was from and how proficient his English was.

A little twink was just what the doctor ordered. After being fucked up the ass two weeks ago by the thickest cock to ever violate my hole, I needed some quiet time. My hole needed some quiet time to recover from the pounding it had endured. Since I didn’t have to travel last week, I was able to abstain from hotel sex for a whole week. I was able to abstain from sex altogether for that matter.

Although submitting to this hunky guy and cumming hands free under the attack of his oversized python had been one the most intense orgasms of my life, this experience also raised a zillion questions in my mind. Had I become a bottom? Was submission something I would now want to experience on a regular basis? Would I ever be able to regain my top’s dominance, which took quite a pounding, along with my cunt?

I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the sensations. I obviously couldn’t deny that he made me cum hands free for the first time in my life.  But I felt like I was still dominant, and this submissive experience had just been a fluke. I had experimented with something new and was glad I did it. But I still felt like I was destined to be a top. The way I looked at it, it was like I had tried bungy jumping or jumping out of an airplane, just to prove myself that I had the balls to do it. But now that I had ticked that box, I would never have to submit ever again.

Although I had been unable to rival with Justin, his big frame, his alpha male dominance, the sexual energy he radiated, and completely surrendered to him, I still didn’t feel like I had lost a competition that evening. The competition had been against myself rather than against Justin, against my inhibitions, and against my self-restraint. And I had conquered my fears of letting a big fat cock invade my inexperienced hole. In a twisted way, I felt like I won by becoming his bitch for the night and had become more of a warrior as a result.

I managed to last until mid-week without tickling my pickle. But at that point, my pickle made it painfully clear that it had urges that needed to be attended to. And when shifting to manual override, it was about railing Aaron that I was thinking, not about getting pounded by Justin. Replaying in my head how I made Aaron scream like a little bitch; the high pitch girly scream I fucked out of him. That’s what was turning me on. Physically, submissive bottoming brought all kinds of sensations that dwarfed what I had felt when topping alone. But mentally, the thought of my magic wand bringing pleasuring that drove the other guy into a trance was what was turning me on. A top I had always been (mostly), and a top I still was!

For some reason, I felt very self-conscious when entering the office on Monday. I felt like my colleagues would notice something different about me. I was afraid I’d be walking funny because of the tearing my hole had suffered. Or maybe my face would give away the fact I had been sodomized and sodomized badly. But luckily, nothing of the sort happened. The conversation quickly pivoted to business development and the prep work for my upcoming trip to Detroit where we’d be doing a sales pitch to one of the big 3 automakers. But I was looking forward to getting back to my anonymous hotel sex routine.

After our brief introduction, the twink and I started kissing. He tasted like cigarette. I’m normally not a big fan of making out with an ash tray, but he was a great kisser, and I quickly moved passed the initial distaste of his smoky breath.

After a couple of minutes, I removed his T-shirt, exposing his completely hairless torso. He didn’t even have stragglers around his nipples. Neither did he have a treasure trail. Just a handful of hairs under his belly button that stopped north of his underwear’s waistband. He apologized for not being more muscular. He indeed didn’t have much of a muscle mass. But little did he know that I’ve always been attracted to twinks. I didn’t mind the flat stomach and flat chest. When guys are really skinny, they manage to have somewhat of a 6-pack, not so much because of the amount of abs muscles, but more because of the lack of fat covering them. My swimmer’s body would look a lot more muscular in comparison. That plus my 6’2” height vs. his 5’9” would help assert my dominance.

I went on to unbutton his pants. He was wearing Fruit of the Loom tighty whities, the kind you find at Walmart for $19.99 a 10-pack. They were purely utilitarian and didn’t have an ounce of sexiness to them. But it didn’t really matter because I wouldn’t let him keep his undies very long. Although his briefs had no particular shape and didn’t cup his package tightly, I could see he was rock-hard under the fabric.

I lowered his briefs to reveal his manhood. The twink had a small dick. ‘Cute’ is probably the last word a guy wants to hear when referring to his package. But ‘cute’ was the only word that came to mind. His dick looked like a normal dick, just smaller: 5 inches instead of 6, hot dog girth instead of kielbasa, and hazelnuts instead of walnuts. All the proportions were correct. It was just on the smaller side.

For some reason, he didn’t feel the need to apologize about the size of his dick the same way he had about his torso. I didn’t want to throw salt on the wound and just said ‘Nice!’ when his dick sprung out of his briefs and I moved on to better things.

I went down on my knees and started sucking his rock-hard dick. I didn’t know what religious minority he belonged to, but whatever it was, it was one that circumcised its males. The base of his dick was growing out of an untrimmed bush of dark hair that matched the color of the hair on his head. Although they weren’t trimmed, his pubes weren’t unruly or anything, just because the twink wasn’t particularly hairy.

As I was sucking him, he whimpered a little bit and went on to say: ‘I come quick’.

I played with his dick and balls for a little while and went back up to kiss him again. As I kissed him, I grabbed his face, which allowed me to feel his facial hair. And there wasn’t much to feel. He looked like he hadn’t shaved today, and I could easily outline where he could grow hair and where he couldn’t. He had a little bit of hair on his chin, probably enough for a goatee if you gave it another couple of weeks, and a little bit along his jawline on each side. But it didn’t connect to his sideburns. He also had a thin stache, which didn’t grow low enough on the side of his mouth to connect with his goatee underneath.

For some reason, when I think of Mediterranean men, I always think of super hairy guys: thick dark beard, hairy chest, hairy forearms, just like the Italian otter I jacked off with two weeks ago. But this twink didn’t fit any of these stereotypes. It must suck to be Middle Eastern and not be able to grow a full beard! I remember reading an article about the flourishing male hair implant industry in Turkey. Apparently, a lot of Turkish men have difficulty growing a proper mustache, although the expectation is that they should all have a thick one. And men who don’t have the goods to conform to the social norms resort to implants, with hairs from elsewhere on their body being re-implanted under their nose to augment what Mother Nature didn’t provide. If I had been Turkish, I probably would have asked the hair surgeon to transplant all that unwanted hair from my balls. That alone would have been enough to turn me into Saddam Hussein’s twin brother.

Since the twink was already naked, the tip of his hard cock pocking against my pants, I felt kind of obligated to strip down as well. Since the concept of sexy underwear was clearly foreign to him, there was no need for me to take things slow. I removed my shirt, unbuttoned my pants, and dropped my Calvin Klein briefs to reveal my own package.

‘Oh. He’s big’ he said.

It kind of caught me by surprise, and I didn’t have a ready comeback. I clearly don’t hear that very often since my dick size is average at best. I’m not sure how many cocks he had seen before, to think mine was big. But in comparison to his boy stick, my schlong was bigger indeed. I just smiled and moved on.

He went down on his knees, grabbed my hard dick and guided it to his mouth. He started sucking me like his life depended on it. He wasn’t deep throating or anything. Just sliding up and down my shaft, from my dickhead to about halfway in, while stroking the base with his one hand and grabbing my ass with the other. But he was sucking vigorously, like a piglet who had just found his mom’s teats shortly after being born. I get my dick sucked quite regularly, but it had been a while since a guy went for it so fervently. It felt great and I was enjoying the servicing. And based on his eagerness to go up and down my pole and the slurpy sound of his mouth, he was enjoying himself too. While he kept polishing my gun, I bent over, and my hand went down to reach his garden snake. I touched it ever so slightly, and after what couldn’t have been more than three or four strokes max, I felt some hot gooey fluid on my fingers.

Holly crap! The boy wasn’t kidding when he told me ‘I come quick’.

He moved his mouth away from my cock and just shouted ‘shit!’, half embarrassed and half frustrated that this all came down so quickly, literally!

‘It’s OK’ I told him. ‘How long does it take you to recharge?’

‘I don’t know. An hour’ he responded.

‘No way!’ I replied. ‘At your age, I could recharge in 10 minutes. I’m sure you’ll be good to go in no time’

I couldn’t last very long either when I was younger and could only sympathize with how he must have felt. I didn’t want the awkwardness of the situation to ruin the moment and needed to come up with a distraction.

‘It’s OK’ I reiterated ‘Let’s go shower together’.

The hotel bathroom had a nice walk-in shower with plenty of room for the two of us. Although it didn’t have any jets on the wall or anything, it had a nice rain shower on top. We soaped each other, rubbed each other, and rinsed each other off, while making out the entire time. He never completely lost his hardon. He was still at half-mast when we started showering. And by the time we were done, his little dick was proudly pointing upward again. My own dick was also stiff as a rod and leaking precum that was being washed away by the soap and water.

While we were making out, I tried to bring a soapy finger to his hole. When I did that, he jumped like a slinky spring toy. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. He brought his hands to cover his shit box and protect it from any further assault. He apparently had never been touched down there before.

‘I don’t really care whether you do it or I do it’ I said ‘But you need to be clean down there before we get back to bed’.

‘Why?’ he asked.

‘I just want both of us to be clean everywhere. That's all’ I said without insisting as I didn’t want what I had in mind to be too obvious and spook him out.

As I told him that, I brought a soapy finger to my own hole and started fingering myself in an obvious way, just to show him it wasn’t just him. He eventually did the same and I grabbed his face to kiss him as he polished his backdoor.

We dried each other out and went back to the bed. He laid on his back and I straddled him as we started making out again. My cock was at full mast, waving over his stomach. His dick was also back to full hardness and throbbing in-between my ass cheeks.

My mouth started to work its way down his body, lingering longer whenever I found a spot that caused him to gasp. I kissed his chin, kissed his neck, and then started sucking his left nipple. That spot seemed to do the trick as his body tensed up and he yelped a bit. I started sucking harder while my left hand went on to play with his balls. I purposely stayed away from his trigger-happy cock as I didn’t want a repeat of his earlier accident. I transitioned to his right nipple, but it didn’t seem to have quite the same effect as the left one. So, I went back to the left one and devoured it as if I were trying to milk a gallon out of him. He arched his back and moaned the whole time.

My tongue kept working its way down his stomach, searching for the next sensitive spot that would make his gasp again. But his belly button area didn’t appear to be sensitive. I eventually made my way to his boystick, which was leaking precum and formed a little pool of translucid fluid just above his pubes.

‘Please tell me in advance when you’re getting close’ I asked ‘I’ll stop before it’s too late’.

He nodded in agreement.

I’m a size queen just as much as the next guy. I like big fat cocks. I like manhandling them. I like playing with them. I like my face slapped by them, the way they do in porn films. And I found out with Justin that I also liked them up my cunt. But there’s something to be said about small dicks too. They’re more maneuverable. You can play with them and swallow them without every move turning into a struggle. I was going to have fun with his little rattle. The challenge wouldn’t be so much the handling of it, but rather finding the right balance between pleasuring and restraint to not send him over the edge too quickly.

I started licking the precum on his stomach and his piss slit. It was surprisingly sweet. None of the salty aftertaste that often comes with real manjuice. Once he was cleaned up, I began to lick his shaft, tickling his dick head with my tongue. I could sense the slight stimulation was sending shock waves all over his body. Boy, he was sensitive, and I was gonna have to stay aware of the build-up in his pressure cooker. I put my lips around his rod, working the base to provide relief to his sensitive head. I had no issue deep throating his 5 inches and burying my nose in his pubes. His dick head didn’t even press against the back of my throat.

The boy really liked having his dick sucked. Probably just as much as he liked sucking mine earlier. I worked my way back up to his face and we started kissing again. I wanted to give his dick some time to cool off and didn’t want it to explode in my mouth with no advance warning. He was kissing me back passionately. We were both in the moment.

After a while, I went back down to his dick. Because his package was compact and I had so much ease maneuvering it, I tried something I had never tried with anybody before. I lowered my mouth down his shaft all the way to the base. But I didn’t just stop there, I stretched my mouth wider and engulfed the whole thing, ball sack included. His nuts were small enough and close enough to his body that they entered my mouth with minimal resistance and rested on my tongue. My lips pressing around the base of his cock was acting like a natural cock ring, which caused his cock to get even harder inside my mouth. His dick head was now bumping against the back of my throat. Its throbbing kind of tickled. His moaning expressed both a sense of pleasure and a sense of surprise at my unconventional move. It was great to see that even a small dick could come with a challenge. I carefully moved back, releasing his balls from my mouth, and kept working his pole the old fashion way.

I went back to kiss him again and looked him in the eye.

‘Have you ever been fucked before?’ I asked.

‘Nnoooooo’ he hastily replied.

‘Why not?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know. It’s… wrong’ he said.

‘It’s wrong? But sucking my dick was right?’ I asked.

He smiled and went on to say ‘It must hurt too’.

‘Yes, it hurts’ I said ‘In the beginning. But then it feels amazing’.

‘You were made for dicks’ I continued ‘If you love sucking them. You’re going to love the sensations of feeling one inside you’.

‘I don’t know’ he said ‘It’s scary’.

‘Do you trust me?’ I asked.

I didn’t give him a chance to respond, by fear he would say anything other than ‘Yes, Sir!’. I just kissed him to go back to something more familiar. Luckily, he kissed me back and we made out like nothing ever happened. But I wasn’t giving up on my plan. It was just a tactical withdrawal to regroup before my next assault.

While we were making out, I wrapped my left arm around his waist, pulling his warm body against mine, while my right hand wandered in-between his ass cheeks. I didn’t want my fingers to go straight to his hole, the way I had earlier in the shower, and spook him out again. I’d have to be more methodical and take things slowly. I just moved my fingers up and down his crack, avoiding getting too close to Fort Knox. Meanwhile, my mouth was ravaging his, denying him the opportunity to say anything.

I eventually poked my finger at his opening. Although he must have known this was coming, he still flinched. But my left arm was holding his waist firmly, which constrained his movement, and my tongue was busy ravaging his mouth. I quickly removed my finger, grabbed his hand, and guided it to my rock-hard cock to create a distraction and give him a toy he was craving for. A few moments later, I went back to his hole a second time. Although he flinched again, he didn’t flinch as much as the first time. Little by little, I reduced the gap between two strikes on his hole while wandering there a little bit longer and a little bit more forcefully each time. I sprinkled a few ‘Yeah, jerk my big cock’ every so often, to provide him with some distraction. I’m working on his hole. He’s working on my cock. We’re even!

Now that I had him over the hump and his hole was no longer off-limit, I dragged him to the edge of the bed, got down on my knees on the carpet, and raised his legs by holding the back of his knees with my hands. His pinkish rosebud was staring at me in all its glory. And boy did it look tight! I brought the tip of my tongue and started circling around his hole, avoiding touching it directly. Although he was letting me be in charge, I could sense he was not quite comfortable with the whole thing. Probably a mix of fear of the unknown, disgust, and realization he was about to break every taboo he’d ever been taught. And his upbringing sounded quite conservative. Getting fucked up the ass didn’t sound like it was a standard chapter of the book of life. I knew it. He knew it.

I eventually brought the tip of my tongue to his opening and went for it; went for it in a big way. My tongue assaulted his hole as hard as it could, although it didn’t get very far since his hole was locked with a triple deadbolt. I removed my right hand from the back of his knee, let his foot rest on my shoulder, and used my freed up hand to jerk his dick. I wanted to provide a simulation he was familiar with on the one hand, at the same time I was starting one that was completely unchartered territory for him on the other. He eventually lowered his other foot and rested it on my other shoulder. Now that I no longer needed my hands to hold his legs, I brought both hands to his ass cheeks and started spreading them apart to give my tongue clearer access to his cunt.

‘Open your hole for me, Baby!’ I said ‘Stop fighting back’.

I started ravaging his hole with my tongue, alternating with more sensual licking with the tip of my tongue in-between every assault. My nose was rubbing against his skin, in-between his balls and his backdoor. I knew from earlier that he enjoyed stimulation down there. All I needed now was a moan from him. Just one moan to signal he was passed the initial disgust phase and willing to embrace the new sensations his body was craving for.

And the little moan finally came! Very subdued. But a moan, nonetheless. The boy was enjoying his hole being rimmed for the first time.

‘Now, you’re mine, bitch!’ I thought to myself.

The first domino had been tipped over. Just one domino for now, but it was just a matter of time now, until my cock would replace my tongue in his boycunt.

‘Relax’ I said ‘Let your body enjoy the feeling’.

His moaning started increasing in frequency and intensity. I could sense the tension of his body ease a bit. He started playing with his nipples, which I took as a positive sign.

‘Don’t touch your cock’ I said ‘I don’t want you to cum just yet’.

At one point, I replaced my tongue with a finger. The same finger that had caused him to jump a few minutes ago was now being accepted by his hole. I went to grab the bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer and poured a few drops on my finger. I started rubbing the edge of his hole and pressed my finger in the middle. I repeated the move several times, forcing my finger a little bit deeper every time, until my first knuckle was fully in. I moved on to sliding my finger in and out while playing with his cock and balls with my other hand. He was tickling his nipples in the meantime. The boy looked like he was in heaven and his moaning was now non-stop.

But his hole was still incredibly tight. The insertion of a second finger turned out to be a struggle. His moaning stopped and was replaced by a cringe. I don’t claim to be hung. I’m not. But my cock is still girthier than two fingers. It would still be a while before I could shove it up in there. His ring was fine with me sliding one finger in and out, but the addition of the second finger never worked quite as well, no matter how much lube I added. After a few minutes of fingering, it was time to move to the main course. I laid him in the middle of the king size bed and placed a pillow under his ass.

‘You’re really tight, Babe’ I said ‘There’s no way around it. It’s gonna hurt at first. Sorry!’

There’s something tantalizing about the initiation of a young virgin. I’m sure deflowering a virgin is a big deal in straight sex too, given how many horny hunks fantasize about virgins in popular culture. But it feels like with girls, it’s just a normal step, a rite of passage, the same way you graduate from high school or get your driver’s license. But for a guy, getting penetrated by another guy’s dick is on an entire different level. It’s a step that only a small percent of men ever make. There is the added consequence of moving to the other side, a move that can never be undone. He’s removing the stop sign in what had always been a one-way road until then.

Part of me was in some sort of a trance by the thought I was about to shove my cock in a twinky virgin ass. But part of me also took my task very seriously, as I really wanted him to remember this moment until his fucking grave.

When I deflower a virgin, I want to do it missionary style. I want to see the fear in his eyes before I stick my cock up his ass. The same fear I had in my eyes when I got fucked up the ass for the first time. I want to see the pain when his ring gets stretched by something harder and thicker than what normally comes out of it. I want to see the look of confusion when my cock hits his G-spot for the first time, presenting him with new sensations he didn’t even know existed. I want to see his face lose its composure as he gets overwhelmed by so many new feelings that bring him over the edge. I want to see his eyes roll up in his fucking brain, when he reaches the orgasmic ecstasy that only butt sex can bring. And I want to see the ropes of jizz splashing all over his chest as he grunts like a bitch in heat.

And things with the twink went down pretty much according to the playbook.

‘Open up for me, Baby’ I said ‘Let my dick slide down your hole’.

‘But he’s too big’ he objected ‘It will hurt’.

‘No, it’s not too big’ I replied ‘Don’t resist and it will hurt less’.

I managed to slide my dickhead in and pushed down my shaft hallway in. If pain was what I wanted to witness, I got my wish granted. He was shaking his head from left to right, making 1,000 different faces, and grunting like he was being cut open by a butcher.

‘He’s too big! He’s too big’ he kept pleading.

‘Your hole just needs to adjust’ I replied ‘It’s normal. We’ve all been through this before. Just relax and it will make things easier’.

The cringe on his face confirmed he was in terrible pain. His dick had completely deflated and was now buried in his pubes. But his hole was so damn tight. His ring was clenching on my cock like a clam trying to resist the assault of a starfish… in vain.

I pulled out to give his ring some reprieve. I poured more lube on his hole. And I went back in, this time with a little bit more ease. He was still making 1,000 different faces. But there was no easy way to get passed the ache of the initial assault on his tight virgin hole. I started sliding my cock up and down, getting a little bit deeper with each thrust until I was all the way in, my balls pressing against his smooth baby ass.

‘It’s OK, Babe. It’s gonna get better soon’ I said.

And better it started to get. Although he was not enjoying the experience just yet, he seemed to no longer be in the terrible pain he had first experienced. Then, I heard a little sound in-between his moaning, leading me to suspect I had found his G-spot. I made a couple of short strokes, making sure my mushroom head was rubbing on that spot. No doubt about it: I had found it! I raised his ass a little bit and moved my thighs to change the angle of penetration. I was now tapping on his G-spot, not just brushing against it along the way as I was before. His face no longer looked like he was in pain, and he went back to a moaning that I took as a small win.

‘Close your eyes, Babe’ I asked ‘Breathe in and enjoy the feeling’.

He obliged. And I noticed his cock was coming back to life.

‘And you’re not allowed to touch your cock’ I added.

He put his right hand under his head, giving me full view of the light dusting of dark hair in his armpit, while using his left hand to tickle his left nipple. I started expanding the range of my strokes, going in as deep as I could, and sliding back, just short of my dickhead pulling out. And I made sure I rubbed his G-spot with every stroke. The boy was now being filled with pleasure and his moaning confirmed that.

Next thing you know, we’re humping like two monkeys in an Animal Planet documentary. Just raw primal sex. Skin against skin. Sweat mixed with sweat. Lust fueled by lust. The little twink, who was so worried about having his cherry popped a few minutes ago, had turned into a slut, craving for a cock to ravage his hole. And the soundtrack was more reminiscent of a pig squealing contest than an opera at Carnegie Hall. I’m normally not much of a dirty talker. But here and now, I must have pulled every line from the amateur porn playbook: cheesy questions like ‘Can you feel it?’, ‘Can you feel my big cock?’, ‘Do you like my big cock up your ass?’. I’d be dying of embarrassment if a recording of my prose ever fell in the hands of a colleague at work. But I was so caught up in the moment that it felt great at the time. I was radiating big dick cockiness. 'That's probably how having a big dicks feel like' I thought to myself. It’s not that often that I get to experience that feeling. And the twink answered ‘yes’ to all my questions. Yesses interrupted by panting and moaning.

I was feeling the pressure building up in my body, and I knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute or two. He was clearly enjoying the pounding and chances were that his dick was on the edge as-is, ready to erupt the moment I put my fingers on it. I grabbed his throbbing cock and stared jerking it. As I did, his screaming went up two or three octaves. He now sounded like an opera singer, but not a deep voice baritone, more like a high pitch soprano.

‘I’m gonna cum’ he said within seconds of me touching his dick.

And next thing you know, volleys of white spunk were flying out of his cock while he screamed like a little bitch, yelling things in some foreign language I didn’t understand. His hazelnut-size balls weren’t sized up to produce gallons of manjuice. But I was still surprised to see how much jizz they spit out, given he had already released some of their content an hour ago. I kept pounding his ass and kept jerking his shaft. The sounds coming out of his voice changed and now reflected the abuse his sensitive dick head was enduring, being still stimulated after having already climaxed. But I didn’t care. Now, it was all about my own pleasuring, no longer about his.

I pulled out in one stroke, which made him gasp. I ripped out the condom, and within seconds, my cock started shooting like a fucking cannon while I grunted like a bear in heat. A week’s worth of cum build-up, which had been churning in my balls for two hours, erupted all at once. I love that sensation just before cumming, when you can feel the pressure mounting in your balls, and then feel your juice making its way through your piping, rushing to see the light of day, and making your cock swell along the way, and then explode once it gets passed your piss slit. My first volley flew way passed his forehead and landed in his hair. The second one landed right inside his left nostril and leaked into his mouth from his nose. This caught him by surprise and caused him to sneeze and kind of panic. The third volley hit him in the chin and started running down his stubble. The next few ones only flew as far as his chest and his stomach. He was drenched in white jizz, both mine and his. Totally spent. Totally fulfilled.  Totally deflowered.

We both laid on the bed, side by side, panting like if we had just finished a triathlon in the desert. Big drops of sweat running down our foreheads.

‘Now, you’re one of us’ I said, while I went on to softly kiss his lips.

He opted not to shower. He just wiped the spunk with a towel, put his clothes back on, and headed to the front door. He smiled and walked away. I closed the door behind him. I was happy.