The Best Man for You
By J.D. Walker
“f**k, yeah! That’s the way!” I kept pounding away at the tight ass beneath me, plunging toward a release that I hoped would ease my loneliness, even if it only lasted for a few seconds.
Come on, man. Blow, already.
“s**t!” the owner of that sweet hole yelled.
There you go.
I came a few seconds later with a grunt, his channel like a vice around my c**k as it milked me dry. Finally, I pulled out and tossed the condom in the wastebasket nearby. My heart was still beating hard, but the loneliness hadn’t lessened one iota.
Damn it.
Not wanting to linger, I stood on wobbly legs and searched around for my underwear. I’d clean up at home.
“Do you have to go so soon?” the guy asked.
I didn’t even get his name. I’d picked him up earlier that evening at
