Buns Byers [18+ ONLY]

43 Feel good

The pleasure of feeling loved:

Antonio was a true definition of a gentleman, beyond the fact that he was also a flirt.

"Shit baby! That was so fucking hot. Damn, you really know how to work that ass. It felt like I was fucking a girl for a minute." He stated.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by that?" I asked him, with curiosity. We were still relaxing in the bathtub. I was resting on his hard biseps and ass was sitting on top of his masculine thighs. Our bodies just made a beautiful contrast. It was the first time I have ever cuddled with a guy after sex. I wanted to do this often, it felt so good.

"What, didn't you hear the way you were wailing? It was hard to get you away from this fuck stick... Look at it, you at how excited he gets when he he hears the memory of it. He was having a time of his his life." He told me.

"Seriously, I still don't consider myself to be a girl. I might be beautiful and whatever, but I'm no female." I told him wanting to ignore his remarks.

"Is this our first couple fight? I did not say you were a girl. I am just saying that you take dick like a real woman would do. You love dick and there is something sexy about a queer bitch who knows knows how to take a big dick." That caused me to laugh so hard, when he had said that. It was strange to hear someone who spoke like him.

My phone rang again and I groaned trying to get up and go grab it. He pulled me back and he made me to sit on his still, hard dick.

"Anthony! Ahhh!" I screamed again. He made me feel so good. This man was truly something, he was exhilarating.

"It's Antonio baby, I know this dick is your favourite meal, why not spend more time keeping it warm? Don't let me get cold baby." He informed me. Which caused me to lean forward and ride it again.

We were Surf-boarding for the second time. He made me to completely forget about my emotional breakdown and I was grateful for that. Sex is like a great remedy for all toxic situations.

I had even ignored my phone... It felt nice to fuck the wealthy stud all the time.

"I should have been out there, looking for a job to pay for my bills and I am here fucking you. A billionaire, does that seem normal to you?" I asked him, after he had ejaculated inside my mouth.

He looked at me and said, "I got you baby, don't worry. What do you want to do with your life?" He asked me.

"I really don't know... Just the other day, I was planning to go and work at the coffee shop... All my decisions were basically coming from the fact that I wanted to survive. I really would love overcoming all my struggles, here on earth. What about you? Don't you have more employees standing in line, just to get a piece of your dick?" I asked, wanting to make the situation lighter. I did not want this conversation to be just about me anymore.

"No, do I really look like a whore to you?" He asked me, sounding slightly offended.

"No, I was just saying. Since you're cute and all... I'm just joking. I just want this not be all about me anymore." I told him.

"I'm not complaining, but to be honest with you... I used to be bi, once. And  a lot of people were streaming in line to get a piece of me, but also used to reject them..." He told me.

"Wow, so you had sex with some men and women, what exactly happened?" I asked him, curiously.

"No, it was just dates and no sex. I was celibate for a long time in my life. I have only had a few sexual encounters, but you only seemed to be the real one... After a long time." He told me.

"What?!" I asked feeling scared.

"Don't worry about it, I did it because I was focusing on my studies and my businesses. My trauma was so bad that I lost a lot of human contacts. That's why I was working so hard to get your attention. In fact I had noticed you two years ago. I knew right when I saw you that I wanted to be with you...

But I wasn't entirely sure, if you were straight, bi or gay... I was just watching you in shadows. I was longing for you because I really wanted you, but I wasn't sure how I was going to approach you. " He told me.

To say that I was speechless was an understatement. I was in complete shock.

"Say something?" He said to me.

"I had never heard any man, who had ever said something like that to me before. Why didn't you atleast try to talk to me?" I asked him stupidly.

"Listen, the first time I had seen you, you were so distant. You weren't processing things properly. I knew and I had seen a look before, because it reminded me of myself. I knew you were depressed. I wanted to be there for you, but I was scared to even talk to you. Because I began to like you." He told me and tears were coming out of his eyes and that caused me to cry also.