Too much speed, I couldn’t handle it. Blowjob sex Listening to his breathing, the beat of his heart and his voice through his chest. No words, just the heat of his body against mine. I was riding my pleasure for all it was worth. His orgasm rushed in, a rough ride, jerky and choppy to start, but gradually smoothing out as he found his groove. I grabbed a beer in anticipation of spending the night alone, wondering what Garrett was thinking. This was no cruise; it was a full on rush of a ride and headed for the barrel. I finished my second beer and went for a third. In, out and around, flicking, digging, driving me crazy. Blinded by the turbulence of the wave, I could only sense the mounting climax.















