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The sly and snivelling little weasel that is Nudemetalz pre-empted my pleasure today. Ingratiating his way into the good graces of the menial counter staff before I, who was in the private office, could have my way. I was not to be denied however, though one must question if seconds really are as good after the first man has been through the breach. Nudie is a small man and I'm absolutely certain he who was ridden, wondered if he was really there at all. I am under no illusions and would not be so presumptuous as to assume I am any better at satisfying the desires of the beast than he who had previously sullied the leather by his presence.
Nervous? I'd waited a good long while for my turn at the pump. Getting my leg over was an unusual experience - trepidation and excitement all in one. Questions? Will he live up to the hype? Have I built myself up too much? Will I be able to perform? We've all had the experience where one small thing has turned what should have been a blissful experience into a hideously vile encounter never to be spoken of again, not even in jest. Heart pounding, throat a little dry, tense, I strode forth. So this is what it's like, being behind a mammoth finely toned animal. I looked ahead expecting at least some protestations, for I am no small man all modesty aside. Oh yes, he had more than enough capacity for that which I could dish out. Indeed the more I asked for, the more he gave. Even tempting me into acts I would previously have considered to be in the realm of professionals.
Smooth. Perfectly lubed and more than limber, this powerful athlete has moves I'd only dreamed about, nay fantasised about. Certainly lithe is a word I'd use in this circumstance. Belying the musculature and bulk, outward appearances would suggest an inability of fluid movement. Grace and finesse are not words I'd normally associate with forthright power though in this form they are an enticing elixir. Drunk? No. Intoxicated? Yes. I am borne along with almost no knowledge of direction or destination. A pawn in the hands of a maestro. I may well have been manipulated into a position I would have considered previously to be immoral. I say hand me a cassock, that I may further tempt others into this den of inequity.
The excitement of acrobatics and contortions of the sinuous can only last for so long before a sweet release of pent up energy is required. The power that has been hinted at thus far, though not fully exposed, is given at least slightly more time in the open. I'm holding on, feeling that a crescendo is coming. Knowing that in a short while this liaison will be over and I will be spent. All that I have is put into my last. "MY GOD!!!" I scream out loud involuntarily. Coming down is so hard.
A long languid stretch before rest. Basking in the afterglow of an experience that will satiate me for some. I resist the urge to say those 3 little words often blurted out after such an episode. Though I must say, I do feel close to my companion. We part and yet I can't be away from his aura. Lingering around hoping for more is all I can do. But I know, for today, it's over.
I must go home now, and I can't say I don't feel guilty. Dirty almost, for having this much fun while mine is at home, ill. I'll do something nice, maybe a trip, once the illness has passed. I keep my eyes low barely daring a glance in that direction, maybe there is more than guilt? I think I know it's over. It'll never be the same between us again. We'll try to regain that old magic but I know in my heart, I'm not the same.
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