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By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

I like a dry fuck so I can feel the top abrading my soft inner tissues Probably the best lube and the most natural is precum. I do love a guy with heavy precum