Scent

He semlls lke testosterone and beer. His arm is thrown across me, some of his body weight holding me down. It’ very early and I’m not at all sleepy, but I wouldn’t move for the world. I lay there, breathing him in, quietly. Hours pass before he wakes and fucks me again. This time is even rougher, he’s still drunk and all power, force, release. I get up afterwards to clean up, and I”m bleeding from my anus. Not enough lubrication (he’d tried, a little, using my own wetness, but it didn’t help much).

When he’d arrived, he walked in, stripped me, bent me over and fucked me there in the hall. I’d never fucked in that position before; it’s a little awkward and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to stay bent. Turns out yes, that’s what he wanted, and it was just fine. This is why I work out, right? to stay strong and flexible so I can fuck firemen?

I’m in his arms again after the second go-round and I eventually drift off to sleep, still breathing him in, all quiet in the world.

When we wake in the early morning, he fucks me again, this time pulling out just in time. I wonder if he remembers that he came inside me, twice, last night. My ass sure does.

I take a quick shower even though I’m going to the gym. As much as I’d like to revel in his scent, I doubt my trainer does.

And for the record, again: I really like this man.