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By *rgeo OP Man 2 weeks ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
Later that evening, as I lay face down next to him in bed, he climbed on top of me and fucked me. It hurt at first because he was so big. Fortunately, I had recently discovered the relaxing effects of the amyl nitrate aromas on my body. I had used them with my boyfriend in Cambridge, who introduced them to me. Now with Jack on top of me, I reached for the bottle and took four deep inhalations, two in each nostril. My own cock was rock hard against the sheets and as the vapours hit my system the whole universe began to alter. The pain of his first tentative pushes into me quickly passed into a feeling only of mild discomfort. I was able to take the length of his shaft deep into my body. He plunged further and further into me, grunting like an animal, as I groaned with a mixture of ecstasy and submission. I wanted this moment to last forever, the two of us bound together in a journey of sexual desire, touching places in the mind that could not be reached in any other way. I felt like one of those butterflies in a museum collection, stuck down to a board with pins. I lifted my buttocks as much as I could, letting him get deeper and deeper into the dark pit of my rectum. He was going to climax soon, I could tell from his moans. His hot breath was in my ear as he bit down on my neck. I could smell the sourness and smokiness of it. Then everything slowed down and he stopped, lying completely still above me. He slipped his hands beneath my belly and reached for my cock, taking it in his grasp. The touch of his hand upon me there was enough to set off into another stage of feelings. I took more sniffs at the bottle. The rush of it hit my head, heart and cock. There was a convulsive spasm. My cock shot forth its white seed, spurting out onto the clean white sheets, his hand working it wildly. He pushed himself deeper inside me and with a tremendous grunt of effort and pleasure he climaxed into me, jerking his body backwards and forwards on top of me as he emptied himself for the second time that evening. He collapsed down on top of me, lying still, his heart beating strongly against my body. His hands found mine and we lay there silently, hands clasped together, waiting for one of us to move. |