I was cruising Manhunt last night when I received an email from a guy that I'd been trying to get with for a couple of weeks now. Due to scheduling issues on one or both our parts it just wasn't happening, except last night was different.

I arrived at his place, and remembered that I'd been with the guy last January (I haven't blogged about that yet). For reference, I'll call him Balance. Since we'd last fucked, he'd found a new cock ring and I'd found a new jock strap so we both got to show off our fuck accessories.

Balance is about 5'5" tall, fairly skinny with a 9" cock that's 4" around. After getting fucked by Lantern on a regular basis, I figured this guy would be no sweat. I was wrong. He slid into me and I saw stars for a moment as he stretched my hole. I've found two ways to get over that particular pain: you can either have the top keep going, and the pain will eventually turn into pleasure, or you can have the top pull out and start again after the pain subsides in a moment. I opted for the first of those two choices.

He pounded my ass hard and fast with his fat pole, telling me how tight I was and after a good solid fuck he pushed in and started splattering cum inside me. It was my first load since the gang bang, and I was in dire need of that familiar warm, wet feeling.

The more I do this, the more I'm convinced that my purpose in life is to be on a cock getting spunk fucked into me. I really can't get enough of it, and I always crave more... With that in mind, I thought I'd try my luck and go for a second load, but alas none of my regulars were available. I kicked back and relaxed the rest of the evening before work and let the stud's swimmers simmer inside of me, becoming a part of me.

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