Chapter 16

He wanted to remove the latex form his dick and come inside me, coating my taut insides with his ejaculate, sealing the shit to my organs, but I told him no. Never.

Over my shoulder, I said, “Leave the condom on and fuck me. Jack your load onto my back if you want to. I don’t do bareback. You already know that.”

He listened.

A good and smart athlete with all the right moves.

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July 24, 20—

Exhausted, he finished by jacking my cock and prompting me to splash my hot semen against his right pec and muscled shoulder. Then Coffler knelt beneath me on the rear deck area of his condominium.

Naked and heaving for breath, he whispered, “You need a few tattoos.”

“Never. I like them on my men, but I don’t prefer to wear any.”

“Just a small one. Something discreet.”

I rolled my eyes in the afternoon sun, baking in its summertime rays, and replied, “You need to shut the fuck up and let me jack you off again.”