' The voice showed no emotion. No angerthat I didn't listen. Just blindly stating for me to please use thatdoor. I definitely didn't want to hear tha... noise again.The floor was perfectly lit up. It was small, almost broom closet sized,but that was the floor. I'd describe the walls, but what I could see,there weren't any. It was like staring into space. It wasn't a darkness,because the floor was pure white and the light should have illuminedmore than the 4 square feet I was standing on. But it. It felt good and as soon as he started to rub the head of his cock against my hole, he told me to relax. I eagerly pushed back, wanting him to put it in me, wanting to feel the pain. He quickly obliged, pushing my back forward as he started to push into me. I tried to relax, allowing his cock slip in. It started to hurt, which made me pull away but I wanted him in me and so let it in. He continued to slowly push into me and as he did, he reached around me and took hold of my cock.John asked me. Making scissors movements. A third finger. As deep as to milk the prostrate. Two Ton went out of his mind. No way of telling where all that precum came from and kept flowing. He couldn’t hold in. He wanted to fuck. Now. Blake Lotus knew it. He wanted it too. He wanted it bad. Seen the thickness of his dick it’s not easy being the top. Most guys can’t take it. Blake spitted hard on the inviting ass in front of him, his hand jacking off slowly Two Ton’s dick. Soon his hand was filled with precum. Once I got comfortable I introduced myself and smiled. We sniffed butts, but I don’t think they liked what they smelled. They seemed ill at ease. It might have been their lack of comprehension for English. Whenever I talked they merely flashed me a lewd toothy smile. The best medicine to cure such awkwardness is alcohol, so I flagged down a bar maid and got ‘ein mass,’ or a liter stein of beer if you prefer. The beer was good. It was free too, so it tasted better than normal. Somehow the.