Crewe Reconnaissance
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It so happened, that during the dark winter months on the vast American Prairie, a Skouser made his way to a nondescript tower with plush towels and a massive bed, fit for a King, or in this case a Queen. An awkward, but friendly local welcomed the stranger to the foreign land with an offer of deep brachioproctal insertion.
Within minutes of their introduction, the floor was littered with garments, leaving the two nearly naked, with nothing but small, solitary straps to protect and encapsulate the copulatory organs which would eventually gush forth freely the fluids meant for propagating the species and creating generations to come.
“The red or the blue cap?”, asked the insertive partner, referring to two bottles of lubricating fluid.
“Either will do, one is J and the other is K, both are slippery and will coat your appendage for a rapid penetrative progression!” replied the receptive partner.
Within minutes, acclamations of ‘Holy Fuck’, ‘Yes’, and cries to the ‘Holy One Above’ rang through the air as the Skouser snaked deeper and deeper into the welcoming chute. Twelve, fourteen, then sixteen inches disappeared with seemingly little effort on either side of the equation.
A cap twisted, a scent of leather materialized, and the sound of fierce wind penetrated the room—overpowering the background mumblings of the oversized picture box, only feet away. At first, it was just the local’s face that flushed bright red, but soon, his coloration was joined by an even more brilliant scarlet that adorned both the face and chest of his all-to-anxious cohort. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…
‘Twist to your left a quarter circle, then reverse that twist as you press onward’ requested the cunt. The prick obliged. Twenty, twenty-one. And then it happened. With a slight nudge, the olecranon was no more to be seen. Copulatory bliss had been achieved, only to be later crowned with roses and three ejaculatory expulsions of magnificent proportions.
Yet all things end. And thus the evening concluded and the strangers parted ways, with only memories of passions restrained—and passions unleashed—to tide them over.
Translation: I showed up at his room, we stripped down to our jocks: mine red, his yellow. We made out, we lubed up, he fisted me past is elbow crease, then jerked a load off inside my hole. We sniffed a lot of poppers, reverted to kissing, which led to more fucking and fisting until he shot a load onto my rosebud. He pushed the cum 19 inches into my ass, and then I rode his uncut dick till I shot all over his chest. It was HAWT.