I loved watching Roger shower at the sauna and texted him more often, craving an evening wrecking his hole.
“I want your sweet ass,” I wrote by text.
“Mmm. Gimme ten minutes,” Roger replied.
On arrival, we stepped straight to my bedroom, and I undressed him as we kissed.
“You don’t waste any time?” Roger said.
“I thought that’s how you like it.”
I gripped his ass cheeks as we kissed, and my finger probed his hole.
Roger grinned, “I’ll give you what you want,” jumped on the bed, bent and spread his cheeks.
I wet his ass, lubed my cock, and pushed into him.
“Are we gonna use a condom?” He asked.
“No.”
He giggled, “Okay,” as my balls brushed his cheeks.
His soft, wet ass relaxed and hugged my cock, but I wanted his hole soaked in my cum. I fucked hard for two minutes and shot deep inside him, and continued fucking hard, mixing my juice in his ass.
I slowed, loving his wetness, my favorite part, and came a second time. I shuddered as the third orgasm tore through my body. My cock became sensitive, and I inhaled poppers.
“Gimme some,” Roger said.
As Roger sniffed, his ass relaxed, with my cock swimming in a sea cum, gently licked by his soft passage. I blew twice, rapidly after the other, and wanted more. Continuing with slow strokes, a thick cum circle formed on Roger’s hole. I fucked harder, with each thrust echoing his wetness as I built to my next orgasm. Lightheaded as I came, I grunted. I fucked harder and harder, and the orgasm tore through my body, and my cock became sensitive.
I slipped Roger on his stomach and fell on him, with my cock buried in his ass until my oversensitivity subsided. Enjoying rubbing my tip against the walls of his hole, I pulled out and thrust the full weight of my body deep into him, dropping one last load of cum inside him.
Exhausted, and my balls emptied, “how was that?” I asked.
“I felt you cum this time. How many times did you shoot?”
“Seven.”
“Wow, I only felt one. Seven? Really?”
I chuckled, “I have no reason to lie. Go wash your filthy cum filled ass.”
I overheard Roger evacuate my swimmers in the bowl.
“You came a lot,” Roger shouted from the bathroom.
“I know, but the entire apartment building need not know.”
“Sorry.”
Roger dressed, “That was good. Thank you. I needed that,” he said.
“I’ll text you the next time I want your ass.”
“Maybe next time we can beat seven-times.”
“Deal.”
I achieved a record of eleven orgasms and fucked gently that evening. Roger still holds the unbroken record for making me cum the most, where my usual is between six and nine times.
