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Click hereMy stomach flip-flopped as the rest of the gang gathered and peered into the driver's compartment.
"Truck, my man! You scored!?"
Truck shrugged and gave a lopsided grin. Of course, I had to be looking right at him to notice that. And so when he looked right at me, our eyes locked. Shit. Everyone had to see it. Everyone had to know.
"Who's the lucky girl, Truck?" asked Randy Kline.
"Not a girl," Truck drawled, momentarily stopping the laughter in its tracks, and stopping my heart. Oh, Jesus, Truck, I thought. The jig is up. Hell, he might as well just strip me naked and fuck me here on the trunk of his Monte Carlo in the high school parking lot for everyone to see.
Although damn it, a part of me found that image kind of hot. The part of me inside my gym trunks...
"Not a... girl?" Greg stammered, befuddled.
"Nope," Truck deadpanned. "Your mom."
The gang burst out in laughter. No one noticed me almost collapsing in relief.
We picked teams and started a game.
Playing full court basketball, I was quick enough, and had a decent enough shot, that I was a middling teammate. Truck, lumbering up and down the court, was useless against the fast break. But when someone missed a shot, he was able to get under the basket, a force to be reckoned with. A bull elephant. Or at least a water buffalo.
Whenever we took a break, I found myself looking at him. Huffing, out of breath, the way he had after fucking me in the ass.
And then I would glance out at the parking lot, at his Monte Carlo.
Where my panties hung from the rear-view mirror. And where the cramped back seat beckoned.
Well. There would be time for that later.
- COMMENTS
Iwatchedher8 months agoSo glad to see another chapter in this series. Outstandingly good. I am only mildly bi-curious, but you evoke what I imagine it must feel like to be fucked so vividly that I found it very arousing as well as intriguing. I was especially taken by the way you describe Marti’s sensations as he feels Truck’s cock moves inside him, and his pleasure at the sense of being selfishly used by both of his men for their pleasure - his body something they wrap around their cocks to bring them off and to receive their semen. In both of these ways, and more broadly in the way you conjure Marti’s sense of himself as a prom date doing what Prom dates have to do, and want to do, your account resonates with the way i imagine women may feel about being fucked. Well, to be more specific they resonate with what my once-promiscuous wife has told me about the way she felt in such situations, including the way she [sometimes] loved the sense of a man just using her body for his pleasure and dumping his semen inside her. For some reason hearing the same thoughts articulated by a man about the experience of being fucked by a man is very arousing. So, thank you and Bravo!
