Every muscle is his body felt strained. His arms and shoulders throbbed from overuse. His calves and thighs were tight. Dull aches had settled into his joints and permeated into his bones, reminding him of his age. Despite these complaints, or perhaps because of them, his dick was rock-hard. He’d had this experience before. A few years ago, after participating in a triathalon he’d suffered from a condition he called perma-boner. He was too tired to fuck or even jerk off¸ but apparently not too tired to get hard. One of life’s little cosmic jokes. His fuzzy brain registered his arousal and overall weariness along with a flood of more exciting sensory details. There was a pretty female neck under his lips. Soft skin beneath his palm, and a curvy ass pressed against his stiff cock. He groaned, moving his hand lower. She gasped at his touch, and he startled fully awake. Oh fuck. This was Gwen.
