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The QuickieI was home alone for the weekend. I had recovered from being mouth fucked by a guy I hardly knew. I was super horny and willing to try it again. It was just after 7 pm when I got online. I met Brett in a local m4m chatroom. He was very direct and demanded I give him my phone number. I had always been wary of giving it out but I threw caution out and gave it to him. He called within seconds. Brett told me to shave my entire body and head. He talked to me on speaker phone as I did so in my shower. After I finished, I was instructed to take a picture and email it to him. It had to include my face, which I did with little trepidation. It was so exhilarating being ordered what to do. Brett then asked if I knew where the adult bookstore was. I did and by a quarter to eight, I was on my way. I was wearing just a pair of jean shorts, a black t-shirt, and my Converse. He had described his car to me. I noticed it as soon I pulled into the parking lot. His tan car was parked in the back corner of the lot. bahis firmaları I parked near the building and got out. Brett flashed his lights at me, I saved being temporarily blinded by them. I blinked over and over to rid myself of the blue spots in my eyes ,as I made my way to his car. Brett got out.He was about my height, beefy, and hairy. Brett had a long dark beard, his hair was long past his shoulders. He told me to come behind his car. I joined him. Brett put his hand down my pants and groped. He violently tugged on my cock and balls. It should of hurt but I was entoxicated by his manly smell. I felt so alive as he twisted my puny junk in his hand. He pulled his hand out and gripped the button area of my shorts. Brett ripped them apart. The sound of my shorts tearing apart excited me. He had torn them in two pieces in one swift stroke. The tattered remains left me openly exposed in the humid evening air. He pushed me over the back of his car. Brett moved between my legs as he fumbled with his kaçak iddaa belt buckle. I heard him unzip and gazed at his meat stick. It was long, thin with a nicely shaped mushroom tip. His tip looked large compared to his shaft. He was already somewhat hard when he unsheathed it. Brett took his rod in his left hand as moved in close. He firmly pressed his tip against my hole. Brett released his hand off and continued to apply more pressure. I felt him penetrate into me. I swallowed hard as he plunged deeper into my ass. I looked up at the sky. Brett grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped it down the middle. He gazed at my chest, then began twisting my left nipple with his hand. Brett began to pump into me hard. I had my arms out on both sides of me trying to steady myself. Brett bent over me, my legs straddling him. He placed both hands on my shoulders holding me down as he thrusted harder and harder. His sack slapped up against my flesh every time he buried his drill into my willing well. I moaned kaçak bahis loudly the harder he punished. The slapping of his pelvis into me echoed in the parking lot. Brett was grunting as he went faster and faster. My hole was on fire but I didn’t want him to stop. My little hard cock bounced up against my abdomen each time Brett crashed into me. I wanted to jerk off for him but keeping my balance on the back of his car was more important. Then Brett released a bombing sound from his mouth as he expunged his seed into me. He kept himself buried in my ass. Brett convulsing, his body jerked as he deposited every ounce in me. His forehead glistening with sweat. He pulled out slowly, then pulled his pants up a d buckled. I rubbed my legs gingerly, trying to get the blood back in them to walk. I leaned against Brett’s car for a moment. He told me to go home and he’d call me again. Brett left before I was in my own car. I hobbled to my car carrying the shreds of my shorts and wearing my tattered shirt. On the way home, I felt his cum drain slowly out of my ass. I drove on less traffic roads home. I got home, my energy gone, the rush of being fucked outside had subsided. I took a quick shower and crashed. It was just after 9 pm.

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