We’d stepped into the shower to clean off after an intense fuck session, the stud’s semen dripping out of my hole, but somehow, sharing that intimate space and seeing his burly chest and torso, I got erect again.
“I thought I’d fucked all the come out of you,” my trick observed.
“Guess not,” I replied.
“You’re going to test my endurance, big guy,” the man said, wrapping his arms around my body as the shower water cascaded over us. I could feel his meat nestle in my crack, the bone slowly returning as he massaged my muscle.
“A real college football player. Goddamn,” he muttered in my ear before nibbling my earlobe. I was his all right, at least for the night.