He pumped back not in syncopation but matched my beat. Before I came I pulled out and pinched the head of my cock to hold back the jizz. Quickly, I rolled over onto my back and Kevin took the que, grabbed a condom, then lubed up my wanton hole. “I want to cum with you inside me” I whispered. He then kissed me softly on the lips, pushed into what was rightfully his and pounded my gut.

It only took a few minutes of his working in me when I realized that I was actually thinking about every inch of him - no one else. I held onto his back feeling the hard muscles work under his soft beautiful skin. He smelled sweet and breathing him in filled my lungs with a heat, not hot like a volcano, but warm like the sun. I kissed him deep, clutched his head to my neck, locked my feet around his hips and squeezed the pleasure he gave. He grunted, I gasped and showcased like a true bottom - we both started to cum. I’d never cried out like that with Stephen. When I opened my eyes, the bed was draining lust, and memory number five was drowning in the vortex.

Kevin asked “are you ok?”

“I’m fine” I told him. “You just masturbated inside me and I loved it.” I laughed after a moment pushing his soft cock out of my body. The head caused me to jerk when it plopped out - we both smiled. For the next fifteen hours that I spent with Kevin, I didn’t think of Stephen at all. More so, we caught the 147 back to my place where we spent the next four days sucking, fucking, and enjoying the sites of our own city like tourist being chased by Lust and drowning memories.