So, I decided to keep count. Keeping a little scoreboard off to the side. The thing is, I can't tell if the board is just a reflection of what's happened or somehow directing what's happening next. Kevin dumped two loads into me to even up the score.
My little "issues" cleared up and I was horny as fuck. I knew he's not a morning person, but I also knew he gets turned on when I get really aggressive. I woke him up by pinning him down (as much as a guy half his size can do, of course) and ramming my tongue down his throat. He was startled awake, but I had him in place: knees on either side of him and my whole weight on my hands pressed down on his shoulders when I leaned in. He tensed up for a quick sense from the act and then I felt him exhale and his body went limp. At the same time, his cock twitched and he gave into lust. After riding him a bit, I ended up on my back with our lips locked in a deep kiss when he loaded up my ass.
The next evening, he returned the favor and pounced on my while I was reading my favorite blogs. He knew what I was reading by the tent I was pitching. It wasn't as good as the real thing though, as I wasn't fully hard. But I'm the same way when Kevin gets aggressive. My body immediately responds with a surge in my cock. He ended up pounding me pretty hard on my knees, grabbing me firmly by the waist and loudly dumping a huge load in me and kept on pumping until he fucked a load out of me as well. Squeaky bed, barking dog, fuck it all... he needed to unload.
Fuck that was hot. But was that us being horny or was that me engineering it so that we could even up the load count?
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