Then suddenly he pushed up and thrust hard several times cuming as he did. I used the washcloth on my cock, which had shot off while he was fucking me. So I decided to try somewhere else and a ride around town. Wasn’t much happening here. Unfortunately the place was about empty, to guys sitting at a table and a bored bartender polishing glasses. “Let’s get in the back so we can stretch out.” He said lifting me off his cock. Maybe this would be interesting. The interstate runs through the edge of town and the motel I stayed at was just about a block from the action. I had his cock in my hand and rubbed it against mine. Parked beyond an alley and went in. After a short period to recover he rolled off me and searched around near the door.
