I couldn’t move, so I lay there with my sloppy cock sandwiched between his chest and mine, with me grinding into him. After a while of this, my cock finally let go and squirted cum between my chest and his. I flatulate and soon after I could feel cum trickling out of my ass.
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Five minutes or so pass, when Zayne hops off me and cleans himself off with a towel. Then he tosses the same slightly moist towel to me and then cleaned myself up by the sink.
I then get dressed. Firstly, wiggle into tattered denim shorts, then put on my tight peach T-shirt, then my denim vest, I put my sunglasses in the v of my T-shirt before my beanie goes on, and then lastly my running shoes.
“See you in a few days,” I said to Zayne, as I kiss him goodnight while giving his balls a tiny rub. I then left.
Each time I was fucked in the ass, the less of a man I became. For a while now, my body had become compliant with being used like a girl. In fact, I craved it.
It might be why I couldn’t hold a full erection for long anymore or the urge to use my cock. Plus, for some reason, I had started losing muscle mass, not much but enough to notice.
I wondered, is this what happens to guys, who get off on being fucked in the ass?
The park started becoming dark and foggy, on the last few days. It was my main obstacle before I got anywhere near home. Should I or shouldn’t I take the risk?
So, I walked slowly thru the park and nervously, at that.
Luckily there were no signs of the thugs or Tiffany and her friend today, well not at 2:00 AM anyway. I was relieved. If they saw me dressed how I was, I don’t know what would happen.
To be continued…