With that he pushed his penis into me all the way. He knew that I was experienced. I felt the parasympathetic drop, like a punch to my bowel and a bit of light headedness. My penis immediately engorged with more blood. Every time that my ass is filled, my penis grows. It kind of grows like when I squeeze my perineum. The penis head gets tauter. Oh, and my penis felt so sensitive and loaded from all the stimulation in my ass.
I knew that I wouldn’t get off from anal by itself without touching my penis or focused prostate stimulation. The monk wouldn’t touch my penis from behind. So, I had to endure the whole horny butt fest fully alert and ravaged by lust without getting release. His mouth sunk into my shoulder. His wet mouth started drooling. His hips bounced against my buttocks. His forearms climbed around my chest, belly, and hips to get better leverage to enter me.
While I was ravaged, yet passive, I looked ahead. The driving motion of the art car made the tent flap move. I could see outside at times. I could see topless girls moving past. I could see a dude dressed in aluminum foil do a chicken dance. I could see a girl dressed like Pippi Longstocking with fire red pig tails get a glimpse of us. I saw her hand cover her mouth. Then, she broke out in laughter. She told all her friends to take a look. They looked excited to sneak a peek of us. I stood proud naked with a hard-on.
The monk had worked me into another mental state. I was aroused like hell from all the action in my butt. His lusty fever gave me a might contact high. His hot eager fingers grabbing all over my body and squeezing my nipples made the beast come out in me. He was a sweaty mess from all the action. Even though, I only stood there taking him, my body had heated up as well. The skin was glistening.
The chubby nun from the front of the tent came in. I smiled with my lips pulled up on only one side. My brain was so fucked that I could not muster a single word or really pay attention to her. All I remember was her face – the eyes popped open and the mouth drawn in shock.
“You don’t wanna go in there! You really don’t!”
I erupted in giggling at the horror of her voice. The monk started belly loving. I could feel his belly bouncing against my back. I laughed louder, like we shared a big dirty secret.
“Oh, you walked in on them fucking. That guy looked like he could need a good fuck. He seemed tense. I hope that John fucks him in a lot of different positions to really work out his tension,” replied the sexy nun.
I smiled. I found myself recognized. I was indeed tense from the long drive out and from all the stress in the office. This fuck was definitely what the doctor had ordered.
The monk pulled out. I felt bereft, shocked like someone had pulled out my very own heart. His hands manhandled me to turn around. He pulled off the condom and came with man juice all over my belly. Instinctively, I reached for his penis to pump it harder in the throes of his orgasm. His jelly was all over my belly. I love it. I love to rub in the semen. It’s like a memorabilia that reminds me of a lover. As it dries, gets hard, pinches the body hair, I get to relish in the memories.
He got onto his knees and took my member in his mouth. My penis had been aching so much for touch. It had been so hard to avoid touching myself. And, the reward to feel his moist, soft mouth around it was so overwhelmingly delicious. My hands fingered through his hair. I felt myself going soft. I tried to lean back. Yet, the tent flaps gave no support. So I slumped forward barely holding myself up, as the monk sucked all of my senses into my dick.
I exploded in his mouth. He wrapped his fingers around my balls to carefully pull me as deep into his mouth as he could handle. I felt the splurges and pumping coming out of me and sinking down his throat. He gagged a little bit with tears in his eyes. Oh, it was pure heaven. I was so happy. We held each other in the arms to feel the afterglow, until our dicks had thoroughly limbed.
“Just stay on our art car for a little. Take some confessions. It’s really fun. Hang with us.”
When the car stopped, a line of people formed to get onto our art car. Ever since I had disappeared the tent, the temporary city in the desert had come to life with costumed people walking the streets. A girl in her mid-twenties kneeled down in front of me. She was short. She had black hair. She had a lip and nose piercing. She obviously had nipple piercings as well.
“Father, I have sinned.”
“What have you done, my child?”
“I have dry humped this cutie in the porter potties.” (The only toilets at the event are long rows of porter potties. They are actually very clean, because everyone realizes that they have to make do with them for a whole week. And, volunteers clean them.)
“What? How could you deal with the smell?”
“Some people get turned on by it.”
I thought about it. The porter potties had perfume put in them to mask the smell. It was a very chemical perfume. Though, it kind of mixed with the intensity of human smell. In a twisted way, it does arouse sexy feelings. I knew what my next adventure would be!
