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It was embarrassing. No, worse than that. It was humiliating, MikeNinety thought as he sat and waited. He had driven two hours to get here, then begged me to fuck him. He never begged his girlfriend for sex. I told him I was busy, but he should strip and wait for me.
"How fucked up is that?" He thought to himself, sitting naked in what was essentially a stranger's place. We met online, and in the months since I first fucked him, he never even asked my real name. "I'm just siting here like a whore until a man comes to fuck me."
The first time, he told himself, he wanted to know what his girlfriend felt when he fucked her. He would never dream of using her as roughly as I used him, though. He couldn't imagine her letting him slap her in the face, spitting on her, or grabbing her head to force her down on him. Licking his cock clean after he came was not even in the universe of thing that could happen. Yet, he never considered asking me to go easier on him. If anything, he wanted it harder, rougher, and meaner.
He promised himself he would never come back, but here he was. He actually let another dude on campus fuck him once, hoping he could stop coming to see me, but it wasn't the same. The other dude did not have the confidence treat him like a hole. The dude actually asked if hurt when he was fucking MikeNinety. Fuck, yeah, it hurt, but why should the dude care? MikeNinety picked up his clothes and walked out when the dude tried to suck his cock.
He looked, but his dick was not even hard. If this went down like every other time, he wouldn't even get off before he was home again and could take care of himself. When I walked in the room, though, he found himself asking if he could stay the weekend. He wanted, no needed, to get fucked more than once this time.
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It was embarrassing. No, worse than that. It was humiliating, MikeNinety thought as he sat and waited. He had driven two hours to get here, then begged me to fuck him. He never begged his girlfriend for sex. I told him I was busy, but he should strip and wait for me.
"How fucked up is that?" He thought to himself, sitting naked in what was essentially a stranger's place. We met online, and in the months since I first fucked him, he never even asked my real name. "I'm just siting here like a whore until a man comes to fuck me."
The first time, he told himself, he wanted to know what his girlfriend felt when he fucked her. He would never dream of using her as roughly as I used him, though. He couldn't imagine her letting him slap her in the face, spitting on her, or grabbing her head to force her down on him. Licking his cock clean after he came was not even in the universe of thing that could happen. Yet, he never considered asking me to go easier on him. If anything, he wanted it harder, rougher, and meaner.
He promised himself he would never come back, but here he was. He actually let another dude on campus fuck him once, hoping he could stop coming to see me, but it wasn't the same. The other dude did not have the confidence treat him like a hole. The dude actually asked if hurt when he was fucking MikeNinety. Fuck, yeah, it hurt, but why should the dude care? MikeNinety picked up his clothes and walked out when the dude tried to suck his cock.
He looked, but his dick was not even hard. If this went down like every other time, he wouldn't even get off before he was home again and could take care of himself. When I walked in the room, though, he found himself asking if he could stay the weekend. He wanted, no needed, to get fucked more than once this time.
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