." I rolled my eyes. "Nothing to be ashamed of, boy! She's hot, and she showed you her body because she likes seeing men appreciate it. But rig...t now, we're in a bit of trouble. And that gives you boys an opportunity." The gas station doors swung open, and a few of the other frat boys came back out, carrying bottles of soda and a case of beer. They saw me talking to the driver and came over, probably assuming I was an upset, jealous boyfriend trying to get them to delete topless. Just touching is fine. ” “Oh alright,” he said as I could feel his grip loosening and I could hear him sliding back into bed. After that we just carried on talking like nothing had happened, it didn’t feel awkward or strange at all which I really liked. We discussed how it felt and how we enjoyed it and how far we would each be willing to go with guys in the future but after almost another half hour of talking I finally heard him admit something that I was not fully expecting and was not ready. Mike was to the point where he did not care about me, he just need to cum again and he was using my sore ass to do it.it seemed like he fucked me forever but he did eventually cum inside of me. Mike held his cock inside me until it was empty and started to go soft. I felt his cock plop from my ass and he rolled off of me."God what a hot fuck. You have such a tight ass, I hope we can do this again some time."I felt used and did not answer him. Mike pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around. That was part of why I had sent her away — being with Karin needed to be about Karin, not about Birgit, and I couldn’t separate them.Now, Karin was offering to listen, to help. Sending her away because of my own fears, my own insecurity, and my own emotional turmoil seemed wrong. Perhaps a conversation with her was part of my healing and growth. Perhaps Karin herself needed it as part of her healing. And talking couldn’t really hurt.“OK,” I said. “Let me put on shorts and a t-shirt.”I went to.