There we were, both of us face down, legs facing the river, him on top of me, his organ still subsiding inside of me, when we heard the dreaded sound of the “putter, putter, putter” of an outboard motor. To be honest, he wasn’t hitting the right spot as far as I was concerned, and there was never a chance that I was going to reach another climax under his inconsiderate pounding of my backside. “Hm!” he grunted, “OK, so that’s how it’s gonna be, is it? “Oh fuck!” he gasped, “Oh shit, Jesus, no!”
He was momentarily helpless. Clearly, he wanted to watch himself cum on my face and this just made me crave it more. I was sure he had seen where I was just looking. But then, it’s overgrown youths that are my problem – in so far as I still fancy them like hell, even though I’m old enough to know better. And he had got me VERY excited! Then I thought, “What the Hell! Thankfully, my exclamation of pain made him hold still for a few moments, while I gathered myself and then consciously
