A Pierced Professor Wrecked Me in the Locker Room
My used hole craved more and his piercing made it feel like the first time all over again.
I stood under the steaming water, slowly rinsing away traces of cum and sweat, gently soothing my thoroughly used and stretched hole. As I carefully explored with my fingers, I felt how my gape. My hole was still sensitive, the edges swollen and slick. Each touch sent a faint shiver through me, reminding me vividly of how intensely I'd been fucked, leaving me exhausted, physically spent, yet still humming with the lingering thrill of the intense pleasure I'd just experienced.
Just as I was about to step away, a movement at the entrance caught my attention. He was older and distinguished, with dark, tousled hair generously flecked with silver. His broad shoulders were accentuated by well-defined muscles beneath a pair of firm, rounded pecs, each one sculpted perfectly, inviting me to imagine tracing their contours with my tongue. His nipples were small, dark, and perfectly centered, begging to be suckled and nursed between my lips. His mature strength radiated from every inch of his commanding presence. His eyes, dark, deep-set, and intensely captivating, locked onto mine, instantly reigniting the fire that had momentarily dimmed within me.
I watched openly as he moved under a nearby shower, water cascading smoothly over his impressive physique, highlighting his muscular chest and abs lightly dusted with dark hair. My gaze drifted lower, settling on his remarkable cock hanging heavily between his thighs. It was thick, about eight inches, its girth immediately capturing my full attention. Just below, his balls hung low, their size unusually large, suggesting he'd perhaps practiced stretching them at some point in his life. They dangled at least two inches below the tip of his cock, his scrotum completely smooth, almost perfectly hairless, with his pubic hair neatly trimmed. A glint from the shower lights revealed a silver piercing through his swollen cockhead, and my heart raced at the thought of feeling that unique sensation inside me. Suddenly, he turned slightly, bending forward provocatively, deliberately revealing his hole. It was unmanicured and enticingly hairy, startlingly tight and small, as if he'd never been penetrated before. Perhaps he hadn't, perhaps this man was a strict top, but the brazen confidence with which he showed off his hole sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.
Despite being fucked three times in the last hour, my cock stirred eagerly, slowly pulsing and twitching as it swelled steadily back to full erection. Precum began to drip steadily, tracing a glistening path down my shaft. Behind me, I felt my hole involuntarily winking open and closed repeatedly, as if it was desperately signaling its readiness for yet another cock, craving another thick load to fill me completely. Our silent, heated exchange left no question. He knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew he intended to give it to me.
