Over the Barrel

Trapped against him, I writhed and moaned as he pulled my foreskin back to expose the bulb of my cock with his encasing hand, pressed his index finger into my piss slit, and worked at getting the tip of it inside me there while he was stroking my cock with his fist. I struggled against him and groaned at his eventually successful efforts to get the tip of his index finger inside me, but he was strong and held me completely prisoner to him and his play with my cock while he stroked inside my ass with his.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t willing, but that no one had used this technique with me before. It was strange and disconcerting—and it took all control away from me.

With a whimper and a sigh, I came for him and collapsed on top of his body. He laughed and spread my cum around on the bulb of my cock before bringing his index finger up and pushing it between my lips for me to suck while he continued to fuck my ass.

At length, he grunted, pushed me off to the side with his left hand while pulling his condom off with the right. He grabbed me by the back of the neck with his left hand and pulled my cheek down to his stomach, where my vision was taken up with the sight of him vigorously stroking his hard cock with his right hand. He gasped, tensed, and shot off his load on my cheek. Turning my body to face the balcony window, where I watched the sky become increasingly less dark and the Turkish coast slide by, Tony threw a hairy right arm over my chest, nuzzled his face into the back of my neck, and was snoring within a couple of minutes.

I’d wondered why he’d offered as much as a hundred bucks for the lay. Now I knew. He had some different moves than the straightforward fuck norm.