slamming into me so hard my head is hanging off the edge of the bed. I strain to raise my head up so I can watch his sleek body tensed for all it’s worth as he rides me like a bucking bronco, his long hair whipping around. I am enjoying watching him fuck me this hard almost as much as I enjoyed fucking him. He is panting, and making the kinds of “Huhhh – Huhhh – Huhhh” sounds that I know mean that he is close. He throws his head back, black hair flying and throat fully exposed, while the noises escalate into a kind of shriek as he frantically pounds my ass, and collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap, shooting and screaming and shuddering in ecstasy.

We’re both drained by now, and we doze off again, holding each other tight. I wake up a few hours later and it’s daylight and it’s cold – he is gone. I find the bathroom and get rid of the several beers that I drank with him last night in a long slow, full, luxuriant piss – the kind that makes you feel 10 years younger and that all’s right with the world. Just as I shake off the last drop I hear the apartment door open. I walk out to the living room and he’s there with coffee, bagels, and doughnuts. He smiles brightly and kisses me, saying “I didn’t know what you like so I brought a lot of stuff.” I tell him “I like you, is what I like.” He smiles shyly at that, looking out at me with those bright green eyes under their long, thick lashes. He is very pale, as if he never sees the Sun, and his hair is extremely black and thick and long, just enough wave to it that it’s not flat, and he wears it just pulled straight back from his forehead, not teased or primped or messed with. He has put his pants and shoes and shirt back on to go shopping, but I am still naked, and so I take his shirt off him, and kiss, him, and kiss all down his lean, pale chest, and suck those big, full burgundy nipples, and pull his shoes off him and kiss his toes, and then shuck his pants off him and kiss his dick. It uncoils fully, and quickly, so I go to work on that big mushroomy head, with the strong vein across the top, and the big balls underneath. He is so hypersexed that he comes fairly soon, and I get a load of extra cream for my coffee. I see my own jeans on the floor from last night and take a condom out of the pocket and slap it on my own roaring erection, and go back to him on the couch, where he is sitting still spread-legged from me sucking him off. His arms are spread out on the back of the couch, so I pick his legs up and put his feet on my shoulders, and then shove my dick in his hot ass. I work him over long and slow, and deep, and he is reaching for my face and arms and butt, anything of me he can touch, and moaning “Oh – yeah – so good – yeah”. I move his legs down around my waist and brace my palms flat on the wall over the couch and I’m pistoning into him like a machine.