Mop continued to fuck me for another ten minutes, hitting that magic spot often enough that my dick was hard again before it had a chance to deflate. His pace picked up a bit, his strokes became shallower, and I knew he was about to cum. Finally, he rammed himself into me one last time and held himself there, letting out a long grunt. I could feel his cock jumping and twitching as he filled the condom with cum. We both collapsed into a heap on the bed and his cock slipped out, I was just as exhausted as Mop was. I took a deep breath and looked for Buzz. He was in the process of rolling a condom onto his cock as he gave me that now familiar, knowing smile.
“Do you need a break, or are you ready for some more?” he asked.
Buzz positioned me on my back, held my legs over his shoulders and gently slid his big cock into my hole. He fucked me in that position for longer than I could imagine. Each stroke struck gold deep inside of me, causing another fireworks show to go off in my head. Mop got hard again watching Buzz fuck me, occasionally holding his cock by my mouth to let me lick it or suck it. But, mostly he just stroked it himself.
By the time the fucking was over, I felt like a bundle of nerves, all tied to that magic spot deep in my ass. Instead of cumming in the rubber, he stepped back, pulled off the condom, flipped me around and fed me his cock and his cum. Once I’d drained Buzz’s cock, Mop took his place and in no time I was swallowing his cum too, just as I splashed my stomach and chest with my own cum.
I simply sunk into the bed, exhausted in a way I’d never experienced. Buzz and Mop didn’t stick around, and before I knew it I was alone in the little room. The video on the television had started over. I looked up in time to see the same thin blonde guy rocking up and down on his red-headed friend’s large cock, smiling with a new appreciation.
I didn’t see Buzz or Mop again. But, I continually re-live that night in my head, grateful to them both for a memorable introduction to the world of gay sex.