might. I supposed his words were his way of delaying the inevitable. I had barely enough thought in my own head to realize that Rich probably had no idea what was going on inside his own.

“I'm building metaphors for my life,” he cried out as the pace of his thrusts in and out of my ass neared that of the speed of sound.

“We’re stemming the rose,” I mumbled.

“I'm sustaining connections with the world around me!” he ejaculated.

“You’re balls deep in my ass. “

“Things are glowing again!” His body shivered as his pounding slowed to a crawl. “I'm glowing again. I have finally found the light I didn’t even realize had gone out in my life!” he screamed.

“I’m coming!” I bellowed as my own body racked against the burning sensation of my second orgasm of the night.

“Here's to the blinding white that blurs my periphery!” Rich shouted as he pulled out of me. “Here's to the threshold of revelation!” he cried at the top of his lungs as he streamed wad after wad of thick, hot come in and against my ass.

And then we were both silent. I just knelt there, feeling Rich’s come slide down my crack and ass cheeks. Catching my breath, I tried with no luck to think of something appropriate to say.

Finally, Rich broke the silence. “Um, so… do you have any idea where Mitch keeps his towels?”