I kept twerking my ass on the twink and judging by how I could feel his hand go down to jerk his cock, he was enjoying it. I took the opportunity to f...nally try to feel up the hockey player. I was so desperate to know what he looked like and every time I tried to touch him on my accord he would slap my hands away. Would he be charitable this time and let me feel his body?I ran my hands up his muscular thighs... Fucking tree trunks. They felt so huge and hard in my hands. I ran my left hand. There were female voices then antiphonal men responding, but I could not focus on what was being said. The consuming presence of needing to eat her pussy was all I could think of.Then hands were on my hips. Hands spread my ass. Something was pushing. There was pressure, pain and noise! I realized some of the sound was my own screaming as something that felt like molten iron was shoved up my ass! He was nearly done when I realized that I was being ass fucked by a man for the first time in. At some point, the whole house had been cleaned and swept. Not even the usual trash was around. I would have preferred the trash. Something interesting might have been tossed.The worst thing was that you could not get to the house. The closest road was almost half a mile away. The hiking trail meandered for three times that far. One fair autumn weekend, I walked that trail. In the fading light, I took a ream of pictures. After dusk, I laser mapped all the rooms of the house and outbuilding. The movement of her hair sends a coconut-scented waft my way and the smell lingers under my nose. Her sweet laugh echoed around the hollow vehicle causing the driver to look back at us in his mirror, grinning. Our eyes met again as her guffawing subsided and this time I saw something different there. Her hand found its way to just above my knee and lightly squeezed my thigh, the lingering touch causing my heart rate to rise ever so slightly. It was then that I realised that her look was not.