to keep him aroused. “I long to just run away to some tiny little place where I know I’ll be safe,” I began as Rich started to match my motions, gently easing his cock back and forth in tiny, short little strokes. “I want to be someplace where there is no chance for social promiscuity. Where I can't fuck anyone. Where I can't fuck anyone over.” The length of Rich’s strokes in and out of my ass began to increase, and I was now feeling a great deal of pleasure from this tentative and awkward little fuck. “I want to be somepalce where I sure as shit can't make anyone fall in love with me. I’m just sick of always being at extremes.”

“Ya know, I think I understand exactly where you’re coming from,” Rich responded, now comfortably thrusting in and out of my ass with a sort of confidence and ease. “I feel like for the past two or three years, I’ve experienced no significant personal growth at all whatsoever,” he confessed, slapping my left ass cheek hard before curling his fingers into my haunches to get a better grip.

“Tonight, you and I have placatingly discussed the harsher and lesser nature of youth and relationships. And best I can tell, what we’ve determined is that age and experience have little to do with our ability to function successfully in a relationship,” he reported, now riding in and out of me like a tiny, flesh freight train. “What matters,” he began, huffing out a few stifled breaths before continuing, “Rather, is that you understand yourself. And perhaps, more importantly, that you’re willing to lose whatever it is you’ve claimed.”

I was a bit bewildered by the whole experience. The more interesting Rich’s little diatribe became, the more pleasurable the fuck became. I wanted, intently, to listen to every word falling from his lips, but I also desired, desperately, to focus wholly on the sensations of his cock pulsating inside of me, rubbing against my prostate and sending shudders all the way up my spine to my ears, and down my legs to my toes.

”Ya know,” Rich continued, with now heavily labored breath. “I think I understand myself implicitly now in a way I never have before.” He continued huffing and thrusting. “The… pounding… of… my… cock… in… your… ass…” he shouted with each thrust, timing his words with the slap of his balls slamming against my ass, “…has helped me see what I am… and where I have gone wrong in my life.”

I was now moaning and reeling with pleasure as Rich grinded his hips against my ass, forcing himself as deep as he could get inside of me, practically tickling my tonsils with his seemingly endless rod. “The forceful motions of this drunken, aggressive ass-fuck have given my mind and body a moment in which to reconcile their differences,” he relayed, now slapping my ass freely with either hand between plunges into my anal canal. The bamboo legs of the papasan were bending and creaking with each pounding drive Rich made.


“I feel so well again,” he shouted as his whole body began to tense and cramp up. “I feel better than I've ever felt! I see things in a whole new light! I feel as if I’m being reborn… like I’m about to reach the brink of unconsciousness… the sensation is… over… whelming!”

I could tell that he was close to coming, but was fighting it back with all his