You were so kind to me. I wasn’t used to that at all. Meeting strangers just sends my anxiety into overdrive but you didn’t seem to mind. You told me about stars, and the world, and pecans, and you laughed, and talked so fast. I was very enthralled even if I didn’t show it and wished very much that we were in a bed and not on the highway.

That first night we were together I was so disappointed. It was my first and to this day last gangbang. But from the first time I slid down on you it was as though I found the perfect fit. (Though you being perfect for me is not information I withheld from you. Every time you had me on my back and hit that spot that made my brain fritz it was the only thing I could tell you.) And at one point you had to remind me that there were other men there. I spent the entire time longing for you to be inside when the others were.

As for our subsequent encounters there are some things I wish I had told you.

The pain.

When we first met I was having lots of sex in all three holes. Perhaps you noticed that near the beginning you could easily just switch to anal whenever you wanted. No lube necessary. But once again you were literally perfect and I lost interest in being with others. So I got tighter and tighter. And you didn’t become any less well endowed.

Eventually came the time when you tried to switch to anal and I said ow.