Gay Cock Goes Deeper On Easter

Him on top of me, overpowering me, muscular and demanding, leather clad and tattooed, with a metal ring in his thick, long cock.
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Reality started to creep into my dreaming as I was floating up into consciousness. I started reliving the night before, the hour drive to Albuquerque and the Sidewinders Bar, which was rougher than my norm, but I had been in particular need and drinks were half price during their annual April Fools’ Eve event, which this year started after midnight on April 1st, as April Fools’ Day this year was on a Monday and the bars didn’t open on Sunday. As I was seeking, was being picked up there, cut out of the herd, crowded, rushed, cowed, and manhandled. He’d had an arm around me, pressing me into the bar stool, his knee between my legs, pushing into my basket, kissing me, while the party swirled around us. Whispering in my ear what he was going to do to me—whether I liked it or not. I liked it; it was what I’d come for.
And the forcible sex in the backseat of his double-cab truck. Him on top of me, overpowering me, muscular and demanding, leather clad and tattooed, with a metal ring in his thick, long cock. I had gone to the party to get just this—hard, forced sex. The sensation of him inside me, stretching, pounding, deep. The humiliation of wanting that, going soft and vulnerable for him then, clinging to him, crying out for more as, gripping one of my knees with one hand and my throat with the other, he lay between my spread and bent legs and pounded, pounded, pounded.
The backseat of the truck being confining and the position awkward—even my head bouncing against the curve of the panel on the door under the...