Sunday, April 25, 2010

My Ass Reamed on Eighth Avenue - Part Three

I turned around and lowered my shorts to the ground, taking the left side off over my sneaker so I could spread my legs. I knew I was going to need my legs wide apart to accommodate his big fat cock. I bent over as much as the booth would allow. He stroked his cock with one hand and with the other spread open my ass checks, taking a long look at my hole. I wondered if he could tell that I had just been fucked and that my hole was still wet. Over my shoulder, I saw him spit into his hand and rub it on his cock. I turned my head back to face the wall. He started pushing inside me, his girth made it intense, but the poppers and the previous fuck had relaxed me.

Soon he was properly screwing my ass. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his length of his cock sliding in and out of me. The feeling of him in my deep. He was much kinder on my ass than he was my throat. He fucked me like that for five minutes or so then he jerked it out. I turned around and he was facing sideways from me stroking his cock. He was about to cum. "Let me feel it" I said, hoping that he would at least shoot it on my ass. "NO" he snapped. and began shooting. The first stream came out big and hard and spluged over against the door. A second stream, shot out, almost as big across the floor. "What a waste" I thought. In a moment he had pulled up his pants and was out the door.

I was alone in the booth. I bent down and pulled my shorts back on; catching a glimpse of a guy watching through the glory hole from the next booth. The booth was filled with the smell of his spunk. My ass felt good.

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