Warning: I’ve written two previous posts in this series (about getting and giving head), and while those posts were, I hope, unremittingly hot (they were unremittingly hot to write), this will not be unremittingly hot.

I’ve also written a bit before about my occasionally problematic relationship to the act of fucking.

I wish that I could write a breathless, hot account of what goes through my head when I’m fucking, but, for better or for worse, the single thought that most frequently goes through my head is, “Please don’t let my erection fade.” Or occasionally, “There’s no way I’m gonna cum like this unless you climb on top of me and ride me hard.”

Oh, I’m not thinking that at every moment. I think all the normal things, like, “Oooh, I love the feeling of my cock sliding into you,” and “Your ass feels so great as my balls slap against it,” and “Keep your fucking head in the pillow while I pound,” and stuff like that. I think those things a lot.

And just because I’m thinking that a lot, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun – because whether I’m thinking it or not, I do love the feeling of my cock sliding into you, and your ass does feel so great as my balls slap against it. And I will enjoy pressing your head down into the pillow while I pound you.

But by far, more than anything, I’m thinking, “Please stay hard, please stay hard, please stay hard.”

Sorry. It’s just how I’m wired, at least thus far….