While I was trying to score a persian guy with a 13" cock, I ended up snagging a really great fuck from a different source. Forty minutes later, I was at his place. He showed me down to his basement, where he had a couch with a sheet over it... He pulled my shirt off and then pulled on my nips, which are super sensitive but it hurt in such a good way.
He got my pants off, then he pushed me down on the couch. I felt a few drops of cool lube splatter against my hole and then he started to work his cock back and forth before finally, he slid in.
I don't think I've accurately described how I feel about the act... I get this giddy sense about me when a guy slides into me. It's like I'm meant for this; I've found my place in life. I don't want the feeling to stop. ...and when a guy finally unloads in me, and I can feel his warmth and wetness filling me up... there's just nothing else like it in this world.
He was a really good fuck. He started off slow, and before I knew it he brought his chest down onto my back and asked me if I wanted it. I moaned a "yes," and he arched up and slammed deeper, giving me his load.
Afterward, he put on a Star Wars shirt. I've got a special place in my heart for geeks... so we'll call him Vader. I left, and made sure to keep his load in me all night long. It occurred to me, about 3 AM that I'd never even gotten his name.
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