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Sex and Batteries

The tale of how I got fucked begins with a beach chair.


On this beach chair, I rode a beautiful massive thick cock owned by a beefy hairy stud named Moti. It was the second time he fucked me this season, but apparently the third time.


Why "apparently"?


Because after he filled my love tunnel with loads of hot cum (while I was facing down on my beach blanket), and while still inside of me, hugging me and kissing my neck, I told him:


"Next time we fuck, it is going to be our third, that will make us officially fuck bodies."


He pulled his massive cock out of my ass.


I still did not cum, and as I felt his massive cock slowly leaving my ass, I shot a small load and moaned loudly. Then Moti played with my hole with his fingers and kept stimulating my prostate.


"I love to see how much cum spills out of your smooth hole, and this is the third time that I have fucked you. Don't you remember? Two years ago, I took turns fucking you with another guy."


Oops


I honestly did not remember, which means I was probably stoned.


"Sure," I lied, "I remember now; it was hot."


Come to think; my story does not begin with that beach chair.


It begins ten years ago, then two months ago, then two weeks ago, then three days ago.


On the same Friday that Moti fucked me, I talked with a beautiful hairy athlete who fucked me ten years ago. It happened two hours before Moti made love to my ass. I did not see this guy for ten years.


Two months ago, Moti fucked me for the second time (though I thought it was the first time - oops). I did not write about it, but I certainly should.


Two weeks ago, Moti turned me down and chose an 18 years old Turkish twink.


Three days ago, and six hours after Moti fucked me, Dean, my 20 years old soldier, fuck body, did the same. He is an American who came to Israel to serve in the army.


I was not planning on getting fucked again since Moti helped me have an amazing orgasm and pleased my ass beyond belief.