As if on a mission, Tom raised his hips off the bed to drive his shaft inside of her. Ellen threw her head back. He pushed harder. He pushed faster an... faster until he grasped her hips with his hands and cried out as the first shot of hot white cream spewed from the head of his shaft and exploded inside of her. Ellen felt the heat of his cream penetrate her folds causing her to erupt in her own orgasm calling out his name as she did. Tom shot another stream of cream inside her. It was his name. “I was here to relieve you an hour ago but they wouldn’t let me in.”“That’s okay,” said Angie. “It wasn’t your fault.” The two agency nurses set about doing their handover and updating their logs.“Your evening meal, Mr Randell,” said the orderly. “I guess I came at a good time. Any sooner and they wouldn’t have let me in either.” He served me the meal on a tray then left.“Do you mind if I talk while you’re eating?” Dr Silverman asked me. “Now that confidentiality has now been lifted, I can. But on my 18th birthday, it would be time for us to raise our fists in the air, and gently extend our middle fingers.No, you horny bastards. We didn't have sex in the dark subway car. But we did sleep together. The power didn't come back on in the Montague Street Tunnel until 7AM, and it was nearly 9 before they started to move the train. We fell asleep in each others arms, and when we woke up in the morning, the deal was sealed and we were in love.We saw each other in school, and we made a. And lots of it. I constantly masturbated to relieve that stress. The interesting thing was the fact that what really set me off was watching gay porn. There's just something about the intimate connection between two guys who actually look like they want each other, rather than some random chick who looks bored to death from getting fucked. I knew about an app that helped find local guys around you and decided to try that. It was Memorial Day weekend and I knew the selection would have to be.