poly_chromatic

title: backstage pass writer: anonymous rating: absolutely not safe for work! Come on, I thought. I couldn't stop jacking my dick. My hand was covered in precum--thick, white precum, which had since run down my dick and started lapping over my balls. The smell of sex in the air and the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the ginger moaning could've easily thrown me over the edge. What the hell was taking so long for this guy to come? When he finally threw his head back and let out a howl, I moved up onto the bed and rubbed his balls as they emptied their load into him. The guy pulled his limp dick out of the ginger's asshole. Taking my dick in hand, I prepared to enter him. I was mystified. His asshole was pulsing--throbbing, it seemed, as my cock came nearer and nearer--and as he flexed his cheeks and his hole contracted, miniature glances of what lay inside could be seen. A sea of cum, so thick and white and creamy that it could have resembled something like melted chocolate, awaited me as I prepared to enter his hole. "You want it?" I asked, slapping the head of my dick against his gaping opening. "Yes," the ginger moaned. "God yes, fuck me Mick, fuck me. Give me your load." How could I refuse? I sunk the head of my dick into his opening. He groaned. I moaned. His asshole tightened around the head of my cock to the point where I thought he might break it off. For being so used, I mused, David's fucking tight.