His mind wouldn’t shut down. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered that night. It was his living nightmare. That night he gave into his Achilles’ heel and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. The feel, the smell, and the taste, he remembered well. His body was too hot. His cock was so hard it ached. His balls begged for release, but nothing he did seemed to ease the pain. Grabbing his stiff dick, he began stroking his meat rapidly, praying tonight he could bring himself a quick release. Closing his eyes, he imagined the feel as his cock slid deep in that tight molten hole. The heat seared him, and suction was constricting as he plowed aggressively into that forbidden place. Fuck! He wanted to jump in his car and drive the two hours to the heaven he knew was waiting. But the first time was a mistake.
