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and out; even more of my precum oozed over his fingers.
     
    His burly body fell onto my bony frame, and his lips replaced the hand smothering my mouth. He kissed desperately, he stopped jacking me, he grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs far apart. He fucked and fucked and my toes spread, my feet spasmed, everything spasmed, and he fucked me and fucked me and kissed me and kissed me. With every fuck my ass lifted into the air, higher and higher off the bed. His balls slapped my ass, his red hairy trail pricked my balls and cock. I went over the edge. I growled into his mouth and he fucked me and his fingers dug into my thighs, my calves, my feet, between my toes, sending jolts of pleasure from my toes to my loins and up to my brain. The first surge out of my cock was the Best. Sensation. Ever. Cum splashed his chin and beard. He rammed back in, impossibly deeper. More spurting cum dropped onto my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach, oozed out of my cock onto my balls. I had never cum so hard. I couldn’t feel his cock anymore, just thrusting pleasure and bliss. His muscles tensed, he gasped and whimpered, and his orgasm flooded my ass, contained by a condom but oh, so hot. He shuddered, muscled arms shaking at the release.
     
    My Viking fell against me. I gasped at his monstrous weight. He panted into my neck. His hands scratched up my sides, across my ribs. I was so sensitive I jerked, and after-cum pearled out of my slit. His hair blanketed my face and he kissed around my ear. His mouth came to my cum-covered lips and lapped and his tongue fucked into my throat again. I tasted my cum now, and gagged, and he laughed into my throat and wiggled his softening cock out of my ass. I groaned when it slipped out.
     
    I was plundered. Conquered. He could have planted a flag on me. He scratched his chest and pulled off his cum-filled condom. The scent of his sweat mixed with the tang of our cum made me drunk again. He tossed the condom. He hobbled on his knees again, up to my chest, and pressed his sticky softening cock to my lips. I licked it clean, sucked it dry, tugged on it, slapped it against my lips. He eased away and rested his ass lightly on my stomach, making sure not to put all his weight on me, looking into my eyes. Even soft, his cock was a python, definitely a shower. It flopped onto my chest. I met his gaze. By now, beams of sunlight were pouring through the window blinds, illuminating his pale, sculpted, gleaming body. He was drenched in sweat. His fiery hair stuck to the sides of his face. He smeared it off.
     
    I watched him with something more than lust. I was still panting, my skinny chest rising and falling against his beastly balls and cock. He lifted one knee away from me and grabbed me by my sides and turned me so my head rested on pillows. He fell down on his elbow and brought his other arm over me, his hand cupping under my back. His hair fell on my face again. He pressed his nose and forehead against mine and ran his other set of fingers across my chest. I was lithe against his warrior body. I didn’t deserve the gentle treatment, his tender touches. He lightly kissed my lips, in stark contrast to his feral passion earlier. I wanted to fall asleep with his warm grizzly face against mine. We locked together, just breathing. I brushed my foot against his, and he slid his against mine, holding it down, letting his big toe run up the center. This tickled and I gasped and he laughed.
     
    I slept in his arms until we heard noise in the house. He got up, walked naked to the bathroom, told me to join him, and I did. We showered together, then ran a bath and lay together in the hot water. There was nothing sexual. We were too spent. He held me from behind in the cramped tub and slicked my hair back and played with how it curled down my neck. He ran his hand around my neck and felt my sharp Adam’s apple, my scraggly goatee. It tickled. I mouthed one of his fingers. We talked. He was on the college team,