and started stroking him. My other hand played with his shaved balls. I pulled them down ever so slightly to hear him moan louder and louder.

Ecstasy can’t even describe the feeling I had. All the sexual tension that had built up in me over the years finally had a release.

I knew I didn’t have much time, so I undressed, tripping occasionally, as he led me to his disheveled bedroom. His tight little ass bounced with each step. I uncontrollably slapped it a few times and squeezed his young flesh, getting it ready for my grand entrance.

He told me to lie down on the bed. He reached over to grab some lotion from his nightstand and lubed up my anticipating dick. His cock flopped around in the air as he hovered over me and positioned his fresh asshole over me. With one sweet motion he lowered himself onto my shaft.
We both groaned violently and his ass swayed back and forth, back and forth. My cock had never felt such a tight and warm hole before. Stewie gained some more speed and starting thrashing on top of me, yelping and screaming, “Give me all of your fucking cock, I want all of you inside me, show me what your cock can do you asshole.”

I pumped my dick as far into him as hard and fast as I could. My seven inches had never gone that far into another person’s body. His smooth body jerked and convulsed with each thrusting motion that I made.

“Fill my body with your hot come,” he shouted at me. He had good timing, because I could no longer hold it in. With a few final pumps I released surge after surge of sticky come inside of him. Moments later, he squirted out streams of cream onto my chest and my face. He had pretty good distance with his shots. Stewie then dismounted me and licked his come off of my chest. Afterward, we laid on the bed together breathing heavily, trying to get our senses about us once again.

After our encounter, I went back home and told my wife that the mirror was too big to hang in just a few minutes, which is why it took so long.

About once a week I go over to Stewie’s to help him with something or another. My wife and I are still happily married, and I don’t really have gay fantasies anymore. I still lust after Stewie, and rarely have sex with my wife, but I’m as straight as an arrow. Just that one time—that one, long, incredible time that’s still going on—and I was back to normal, back to my perfect life.