Both of us were gasping for air as we attempted to recover. I pushed up to relieve her of my weight, and she looked into my face. “Good?” she aske... as she panted repeatedly. “Great!” I gasped. “Wonderful! Exceptional!” “Hmmm,” she hummed again, her hands pushing on my shoulders to help me keep from crushing her. Eventually, I rolled off her and let my eyes take in the vision of her in front of me. “I saw you in the bar. A young fellow approached you. What did you tell him?” “I told him my. You just need words and little bit of smartness to get laid. People here are quite openminded about sex which is completely opposite back home. American college life is not completely like american pie and the things that show in the movies but i can tell you that few of the things do happen. I have this friend who is Bangladeshi but american born and raised. We both share our encounters now and then.One time i was at his home for a function and was talking about what happened in this party. They would begin to face internal conflict at being drawn to a ‘man’s booty’. Finally, they would have wrestled with the thoughts enough that they needed to ask some questions. But, the only person they knew or felt to ask was him. They would want to know if the men he messes with are straight, how they react, had anyone gotten violent. Eventually the inquiry would lead to explain the mechanics of how one man fucks another genetic male. The final step would be guy realizing he really did want. “You’re a damn fine cuckold, Charles. Good job.”I lay there useless, exhausted and bathing in the afterglow only a powerful orgasm can send you to. I heard Rocky bid his farewell, saying what a wonderful time he’d had. I recall waving and saying bye but after fucking two men for a couple of hours, I had little enthusiasm to stir.Charles snuggled up next to me.“Damn, you were awesome. You cummed so hard I thought you'd pass out,” he laughed, pulling me tight against his chest. I was still.