to his tunnel. Slowly, almost painfully, I sank into him. He tensed at first, breathing only slightly, but once I was in and held still for a minute, he let out his breath and pushed back on my cock. I pulled out and slowly sank back in, relishing in the soft tight hole. He was moaning loudly, crying and laughing at the same time.

"I knew it would be like this. Oh, God, keep fucking. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh Shit that feels so fucking goddamn good!" he repeated over and over again.

I fucked him slowly at first, building speed and intensity over several long, delicious minutes until he was bouncing all over the bed, we were both shouting, and sweat was flying all over the place. The crescendo came when I shot my pent-up creamy load up his chute in such a force that I even surprised my seasoned self. I came and came and came until I thought my cock was going to fall off, shouting all the while, "Here it is, you fucking stud! Take my load! Take it! Take it!"

Finally, my cock having subsided, it slipped from his hole, bringing with it a flood of semen that just wouldn't fit. I sat back on my haunches and tried to catch my breath. We looked at each other, our hands meeting mid air, and I said, "I think you might just have some potential, my man!"

Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out from behind us, and we turned in shock to find several of the other guys on the floor standing there in the doorway, fists around cocks, shooting all over my floor. They were cheering and smiling, and the only thing I could think of to say was, "Don't waste it on the floor! Steve and I could use another meal at least!"