Thunder
Patt
The loud noise is tearing me apart.
For some reason I can't shut it out.
The lightning is blinding me.
Then the thunder again.
My ears feel like they are going to bleed.
I can't stand it.
I need my guide.
I can't turn down the dials.
Nothing is working.
I am lost.
Suddenly things start getting better.
I feel a soft touch on my arms.
Then on my chest.
Now this soft touch is on my cock.
His voice is telling me to turn it down.
I am concentrating on his voice alone.
It is working.
I am no longer blinded by the light.
I can now hear like I should.
But I still have a cock that is pulsing.
He keeps his wonderful hands on me.
As they start to move, I move with them.
Oh Lord, what this man does for me.
I am panting now, thinking that things could not get better.
When all of a sudden he tells me to suck on his fingers.
Oh yeah, that is pushing me closer to the edge.
Then all of a sudden, my cock is in that sweet mouth.
And his finger has found it's way into my pucker.
Jesus, he is good at this.
I am yelling for release and he gives it to me.
Sucks so hard, I almost pass out.
He then flips me over and gets me all ready.
I ask him to hurry, I can't wait to have him in me.
He pushes in, slowly, and carefully.
But once I push back against him, he knows he can let go.
He starts pounding into me.
And he whispers, "Just like the thunder, Jim, I pound into you."
Holy shit, I am a goner.
He keeps going and then whispers,
"You make me feel like my body is struck by lightening."
Just like that, I come.
And then so does he.
He then tells me I can just call him Thunder from now on.
And he can call me lightening.
My God, this man can take a storm and make it sexy.
I can't even watch the weather channel any longer
without a hard-on.
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