He pulled my hips back so that his cock plunged fully into me, and then held it there and waggled his hips so it enlarged me, and then went to Poundtown inside me just like he had inside Michelle’s ass. I turned around a couple of times and saw on his face that same expression, sometimes fierce, sometimes gloating. He pulled me up straight and was still fucking me, but now he had both of his large baseball-player’s paws around my cock, and it came back to full life, and he was whispering/growling in my ear, “I’m fuckin’ you, man, I’m fuckin’ your ass, Dude, and I’m fuckin’ lovin it, I’m gonna fuck you all night, I’m fuckin’ you, man…”

His growls turned to a roar, and I felt his cock pulsing against the sides of my shit-chute, as he released his baby-maker juice inside me. His throbbing cock was in direct contact with my prostate, and like a galvanic wire, the sensation went straight through my balls to the tip of my dick, still tightly imprisoned in his callused paws, and I shot several more ropes of hot semen, splattering them against the back wall of the shower.

I fell back against Brett’s broad, somewhat hairy chest, and he turned so that he was leaning against the sidewall of the shower, and if our feet hadn’t been braced along the front wall of the tub, we would both have probably just slid down to the bottom and swirled down the drain, along with the commingled remains of our man-juice.

I craned my neck up to kiss him and said “Dude – you are one hot fuck!”

He turned off the water, and we got out of the shower, and toweled each other off, and when we were done we just stood in the middle of the motel-room bathroom and held each other tight, as if neither of us ever wanted to let go – and we didn’t want to. But we finally did, and he looked at me with that fierce face on, and said “Let me get rid of her and I’ll see you back at your place later – Deal?”

I said “Deal!” and kissed him again, savoring the taste of those full, cherry-red lips, and the rake of his day-old blonde stubble on my cheek.

We went back out into the room, and Michelle was still curled up, and snoring slightly. I collected my few clothes and dressed, and as I opened the door, said to Brett, “See you later” with a slight hint of a question in my voice.

He grinned and said, “For sure, Dude, for sure – and be ready for some more surprises!”

Pondering that, I left, and fairly sailed back to my room, with the imprint of his strong arms and hands still on me…

(To be continued…)