a nearly spiritual orgasm.

After breathing for a few moments collecting himself, he began dressing for our meeting.

“San Francisco, 10 miles,” the sign read.

Of course, he had to go commando since his shorts were permeated with his own spunk. He slid on pants and slipped on his shoes again. A tiny droplet of cum oozed out of his cock and discolored his slacks. Would anyone notice?

After the last few silent miles, only exchanging frequent connected glances, we finally pulled into the parking garage of the building where our meeting was. As we were preparing to get out of the car, Tom stopped me, looked at me for a brief moment and leaned in. He took my face in his one hand and pressed his lips against mine.

We sat there for a moment, foreheads leaning one against another as I heard him say, “Thank you for making a fantasy come true.” I didn't have the words to express my own deep feelings toward him that had developed during our intimacy. He touched my hand and we got out of the car.