were soaked with my own cum. "That is FUCKED UP, man! Looks like you needed this worse than I did. How does it feel finally getting what you've been wanting all this time?" he asked.

"It was amazing..." I replied.

"Yeah, I can sure tell you liked it. Listen, you gotta get your shit cleaned up. I'm gonna go do my rounds, but I'll probably be back later. That cool?" he asked.

"Oh, hell yeah. I would LOVE that!" I told him.

Anthony got dressed and looked at me. "Write your cell phone number down on a piece of paper for me. I'll call you when I'm on my way back, so you can be ready for me. Cool?" he said.

I wrote my cell phone number down, and he said, "I'll be back later. Dude, you smell like my ass crack. You might want to take a shower or something," he smirked.

"Or not," I smirked back.

"Suit yourself," he chuckled, and walked out. I did go shower, but not before sitting and rewinding in my mind everything that had happened that night. This guy was hot, and his body was incredible. I found myself wondering how long until he got back.