The door slammed and I realized he was really gone. Until then it hadn’t hit me, I didn’t actually think he was serious about leaving. How had things gotten so far out of hand? I wondered. I didn’t mean for him to leave. I didn’t want him to go, but now it was too late. As I looked around my half empty home, everything reminded me of him. I still remembered the first night we spent in this house, it was pure bliss. Damn those were good times.

It had been three years since we had both decided to start fresh and get a place together. Everyone said it was a bad idea, we hadn’t known each other long enough, and we should wait until we were sure, but we didn’t care. We knew we were ready. We were so sure we would prove everyone wrong.

That first day we were barely half way through unloading the moving truck when Mark got that look in his eye. It was a look I knew all too well. It was the same one he had every time we finished working out. He had a big thing for sweaty muscular men, and after unloading a truck full of furniture we were both dripping with sweat. I was having such a good time, teasing him, taking off my shirt to wipe the sweat from my body, making sure I bent down to pick things up in front of him. Pretty soon the sweat beads on his forehead were not from the move, but from sexual frustration.

Every chance I got I made sure to brush up against him, letting my hand linger on his hardening bulge from time to time. It was driving him crazy, especially since we couldn’t do anything about it while the moving people were with us. They were only there to help us with the big stuff, it was cheaper that way, but as soon as they left I certainly got what was coming to me for all the teasing.

I was busy unpacking some kitchen stuff, when he came from behind me, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his large package against me.

“Mark the moving people are right outside.”

I tried to get him to stop, but he would not listen to me. His hands worked their way up my chest, pinching my nipples until they were rock hard. His bulge grinding against my tight shorts made me forget all about the movers and I got lost in the way his hands were making me feel. I turned around and grabbed his erection. I could feel the wet spot where the head of his cock was pressing up against his jeans.

His hands worked their way down into my shorts, pulling on them until they fell to the ground, releasing my seven-inch erection. I worked at unbuttoning his jeans, releasing his hard cock. Without any warning or preparation he lifted me onto the kitchen counter. Wrapping my legs around his waist he buried his throbbing cock deep into my tight ass. Pushing past the tight ring of my hole, he pressed until he was buried completely inside of me. I grabbed on to the counter, I felt like I was being broken in two, he had never been this forceful.

I bit down on my lower lip to keep from screaming. The feeling of his rock hard member tearing through me was more than I could bear. His hands were firmly around