Manolo Eats a Twinkie Star

I was thanking the stars for having granted me the wish of getting laid that weekend, not just once, but twice, when, suddenly, one of those stars came shooting down and landed on my phone in the form of a Grindr notification.

Twinkle-Twink (9:02 PM):

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Twinkle-Twink (9:02 PM):

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Twinkle-Twink (9:02 PM):

What do I have to do to earn that big tip of yours?

It was the bubble-butt twink from the restaurant, the same one that had served me on my two dates, and like a good boy, he had come to me. I clicked on his profile and it confirmed what he had told me at the restaurant: he was eighteen and a student at the university.

Manolo (9:03 PM):

I knew you were trouble.

Twinkle-Twink (9:03 PM):

Is that why you only tipped me a dollar?

Manolo (9:04 PM):

You know why I only tipped you a dollar.

Twinkle-Twink (9:05 PM):

How was the chick?

Manolo (9:05 PM):

The best fuck of my life.

Twinkle-Twink (9:05 PM):

She did look like a freak. And how was he, the Daddy you were with before her?

Manolo (9:06 PM):

He asked for a pearl necklace, and I gave it to him.

Twinkle-Twink (9:06 PM):

But did you fuck him? Or did he fuck you?

Manolo (9:06 PM):

He fucked me.

Twinkle-Twink (9:06 PM):

Are you vers?

Manolo (9:07 PM):

Yeah.

Twinkle-Twink (9:07 PM):

Nice. Would you want to fuck me, or would you want me to fuck you?

Manolo: (9:07 PM):

Why not both?

Twinkle-Twink (9:07 PM):

Which first?

Manolo (9:08 PM):

I fuck you.

I will admit, I wasn't good with words back then.

I was not a sexter.

I loved to have sex, but it was not something I ever talked about, it was something I kept hidden, and so I never learned to express with words what I preferred to act out instead.

This Twinkle-Twink was the opposite.

I could tell he got off to sexting. I could tell he wanted my words.

Twinkle-Twink (9:08 PM):

How would you fuck me?

Manolo (9:09 PM):

Doggy style.

Twinkle-Twink (9:09 PM):

I'd love to get on all fours for you. I'm hard here at work just thinking about it ever since you left.

Manolo (9:09 PM):

Come over after work. Here's my location.

No reply.

Twinkle-Twink (10:21 PM):

Hey sorry, things got really busy at work, and I'm already home and I'm barely seeing this. I'm sorry!

On dating apps, I was always forward about what I was looking for on my profile, and I was pretty good at skipping over all of the time wasters, the ghosts, the pic collectors, and the bots, and all my senses told me this was the case with the twink, he was a ghost, but unlike the others, I had seen him in person earlier that day, I had already imagined him laying naked and smooth under me, and I had already committed to go back to flirt and fuck him sometime the following week, and that's why I gave him a chance.

Manolo (10:23 PM):

Hey, it's all good. I'm free tomorrow though, but only before noon because I have to drive back home. You could come over in the morning.

Twinkle-Twink (10:25 PM):

Are you still going to fuck me doggy style?

Manolo (10:25 PM):

Boy, I'm gonna fuck you in ways that don't have names.

Twinkle-Twink (10:25 PM):

Describe it then. Tell me how you're going to fuck me. I want to dream about it tonight before it happens.

Manolo (10:26 PM):

Eh, no spoilers. I'll surprise you tomorrow.

Twinkle-Twink (10:26 PM):

Oh, come on. I just want to know how you're gonna fuck me.

Manolo (10:27 PM):

I'd rather just do it.

Twinkle-Twink (10:27 PM):

Look, I'll start, then you tell me. It's only fair.

Manolo (10:27 PM):

Okay, that works.

Twinkle-Twink (10:29 PM):

I want you to be gentle but firm with me. I want you to push yourself against me, but I also want you to be patient before you kiss me, before you strip me, before you slap my ass when I bend over you, and I want you to whisper in my ear as you're finally fucking me forcefully from behind. Now you.

Manolo (10:32 PM):

I'm gonna do everything you just described, but in my own way.

Twinkle-Twink (10:33 PM):

You're no fun.

Manolo (10:33 PM):

Sexting is no fun. Sex is the real fun. I'll show you.

Twinkle-Twink (10:33 PM):

Sexting is fun. You're probably just doing it wrong. What are you doing, like, physically right now?

Manolo (10:34 PM):

I'm laying in bed.

Twinkle-Twink (10:34 PM):

And what are you wearing?

Manolo (10:35 PM):

Boxers and a T-shirt.

Twinkle-Twink (10:35 PM):

I knew it. You're doing it wrong. Take them off, dummy, and turn off the lights, then get back into bed and start touching yourself.

Manolo (10:36 PM):

Okay, I'm touching myself.

Twinkle-Twink (10:36 PM):

Show me.

This fucking guy. I had no choice. I stripped, I dimmed the lights, I posed and took a faceless picture that showed me from my chest down to my legs, and, in between, my hard cock in hand, my head big and bulging.

Manolo (10:39 PM):

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Twinkle-Twink (10:40 PM):

Fuck. I expected you to be about that length, but, goddamn I didn't expect your dick to be so thick. Fuck.

Manolo (10:40 PM):

Wait until you feel it in your ass tomorrow. I promise you'll remember me. Now you show me.

Twinkle-Twink (10:41 PM):

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Manolo (10:41 PM):

Fuck, that's hot. You do this a lot, don't you?

Twinkle-Twink (10:41 PM):

Maybe. Or maybe you're my first.

Manolo (10:42 PM):

I doubt it, you big flirt. I saw how you drained $50 from the Daddy I had just drained into me, and you had no shame on your face.

Twinkle-Twink (10:43 PM):

Hey, I work hard for my money. This is different. Shit, we're getting distracted. See what you do? Back to it. Tell me how you're touching yourself.

Manolo (10:43 PM):

I'm stroking my cock thinking about your mouth wrapped around it.

Twinkle-Twink (10:44 PM):

I'd love to have your fat cock in my mouth, but mine feels lonely. Do you ever 69?

Manolo (10:44 PM):

All the time. I'm gonna put you at the bottom of the 69 so that I can lift myself then push my fat cock all the way down your throat.

Twinkle-Twink (10:45 PM):

Yes, I want you to fuck my throat, and I want to feel your cock pulsing as it shoots, growing tight and pushing against my throat when it drops load after load straight down into me.

Manolo (10:46 PM):

I knew you were a cum slut.

Twinkle-Twink (10:46 PM):

Look at all this pre-cum you have me leaking.

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Manolo: (10:47 PM):

Now flip over and show me what's between those cheeks, you little slut.

Twinkle-Twink (10:48 PM):

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What are you going to do with it?

Manolo (10:48 PM):

I'm gonna pin you against the wall and I'm gonna let myself in from behind and I'm gonna fuck you until you come on the wall and leave it dripping with your cum.

No reply.

Manolo (10:50 PM):

You there?

Twinkle-Twink (10:51 PM):

Like this?

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It was a picture of him against the wall and you could tell his cock was hard but softening, and next to his dick on the wall there was a splat of his cum, dripping, just as I had imagined it. It drove me wild.

Manolo (10:53 PM)

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This is what you do to me.

It was a picture of my cock against my stomach and the load of cum he had incited.

Twinkle-Twink (10:54 PM):

See, that wasn't so bad. You're gonna sleep so deeply. Goodnight Manolo.

Manolo (10:55 PM):

I'll see you in the morning, Twinkle-Twink. You better not ghost me.

He ghosted me.

It was a Sunday morning.

First, I messaged him at 8 AM, a respectable time, I thought, and when he didn't reply, well, he's asleep, I thought, and I messaged him again at 10 AM to remind him that I was only free until noon, and when he didn't respond, I knew then he wouldn't show, and I didn't try again.

I packed my things and left early at 11 AM.

It was probably because I was drinking, with my friends and my cousins back home, that I didn't block the Twinkle-Twink when he inevitably messaged me back that night.

I knew the type. I knew he would. And all day I told myself I would block him the moment he did, like a digital slap to the face, but when I heard that all-too familiar notification sound, my rational senses failed me and my primitive senses prevailed because now I wanted to conquer this twink, now I wanted to win this fight, now I really wanted to fuck the shit out of him.

Twinkle-Twink (10:34 PM):

Hey...

Manolo (10:35 PM):

What's up, little bitch.

Twinkle-Twink (10:35 PM):

I deserve that.

Manolo (10:35 PM):

You have no idea what you deserve, you fucking tease.

Twinkle-Twink (10:36 PM):

Can I explain?

Manolo (10:36 PM):

What for? An excuse is still an excuse, no matter how you dress it.

Twinkle-Twink (10:37 PM):

Fair. I really am sorry, though.

Manolo (10:37 PM):

You know there's only one way to make it up to me, right?

Twinkle-Twink (10:38 PM):

That's why I messaged you. I'm honestly surprised you didn't block me.

Manolo (10:39 PM):

I'm surprised too.

Twinkle-Twink (10:40 PM):

Well, I'd love to make it up to you, if you'll let me. No more talk.

Manolo (10:41 PM):

I'll be back tomorrow at noon. You know where to find me. No more talk Twinkle-Twink. Show me you're true to your word.

Twinkle-Twink (10:42 PM):

I will, I promise.

Manolo (10:42 PM):

We'll see. Goodnight.

I arrived the next day to find the Twinkle-Twink sitting at my doorstep.

"I'm here, as promised."

"Yes, you are," I said. "The Twinkle-Twink in the flesh."

"I'm all yours," he said.

I grinned and opened the door. "Come in."

He walked inside and I stared at his bubble butt, bouncing from left to right, reminding me, teasing me, so I gave him a hard slap in the ass as he walked by.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you at the restaurant," I told him. "I'm going to burst that bubble butt, Twinkle-Twink," and I slapped his ass hard again, and I could tell he liked it by the way he bit his lip.

He was wearing fitted jeans and a plain white t-shirt, but I snapped my fingers and told him to take them off, right there just past my door, and he did as he was told.

I had waited too long already, I had given too much time in the form of sexting to this Twink, I had been ghosted twice by him, and now he owed me big time, and I was aching to collect.

He stripped himself of his jeans and his t-shirt and was about to pull down his underwear when I told him to stop.

"Not yet," I told him.

I took him in.

I took him in because as he stood, the Twinkle-Twink was a perfect balance of the masculine and the feminine, he was something I had never had before, and I had to take him in to understand what it was about him, but all I could do was look at the little things because I could not comprehend what it was about the whole.

He had a smaller frame than I, but he was toned, as if the muscles were swollen and aching to become something bigger. You saw that in his shoulders, round as they gave way to his neck, and the same with his chest, lined and with the slightest bulge that promised it would grow, and he was smooth, almost hairless, but if you looked closely, the hairs were there, just much smaller and much lighter in color, but he was practically smooth compared to me.

His underwear did wonders for the imagination. It gave away so much, but kept hidden just enough that it was enough to drive a mind wild. I told him to turn around, to do a spin, and his ass bounced as he did, with the fabric of his underwear stretched to its limits from the sheer roundness of his bubble-butt.

I walked over to him, gave his ass another slap, then I knelt to lightly bite, then kiss, then bite his ass again.

"I want to eat it," I told him, still biting and kissing and pulling on the edges of his underwear with my teeth, and he slid his fingers through my hair as I continued doing so, and my hands began to wander around his smooth body, first around his legs, over his throbbing bulge, over his firm, round ass, over the arch of his back, over the point of his nipples, down to the bumps of his abs and to the pubic area which he kept as smooth as the rest of his body, and I made sure to go around the throbbing, aching cock that was barely being held back because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction just yet.

He lightly moaned as I did all of this, and I thought I could hear him whispering, but I couldn't tell what he was saying.

I finally stood and I walked him over to my room.

"So this is where the magic happens," he said inside.

I didn't reply because I was thinking of all the nameless ways I wanted to take this Twink, then he asked me if he could take my clothes off, and, of course, I obliged.

He started with my shirt, and he was slow to raise it up and off of me, and he was sensual about it, and I had a feeling that in his mind, he was bringing so many of his words to life, words he had used to tease, words he had used to completion.

He took a step back, and it was he now admiring me, and he said, "you're so fucking hot," and proceeded to unbuckle my belt, and then he knelt, unbuttoned me, and pushed my jeans down in his own, slow, drawn out way.

"Fuuuck," he said, staring. "It's so much better in real life," then he began to stroke the imprint of my cock that pressed against the tight fabric of my underwear, and he did it gently but firmly and it made my cock throb with pleasure.

He was about to pull down my underwear, he had already slipped his fingers past my waistband, when I stopped him and told him, "not yet."

He bit his lip in frustration, and I smiled because it was my turn to tease the Twinkle-Twink.

I pulled him up, brought him close and tight against my body, and I told him, "you like to use your words to tease, but I like to use my hands."

I turned him around and pushed him down onto the bed, ass up and face down, but I didn't touch him just yet, no, first, I dimmed the lights, and I turned on some incense, and I began to play some music, slow and sexy, and he was staring from my bed as I did these things, but it was when I grabbed my massage oils that his eyes widened and he nodded and smiled in anticipation.

"Have you ever been massaged, Twinkle-Twink?"

He shook his head.

"I hadn't either," I told him, "until I hooked up with a masseur."

He perked up.

"Tell me more," he said excitedly.

"No, sir, the time for words has passed. I'm going to show you."

In my mind, I went back three years, to that time when I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and enjoying the last few days of summer before college. I went back to that day when I cooked up the courage to finally let another man touch me after having accepted my bisexuality. I went back to that small room with the massage table in the middle, to that spot where the masseur had stood and told me to strip down and lay on the table, and I remembered everything he did to me, all the ways he touched me, all the ways he turned me, and I became him as I stood over the Twinkle-Twink in just the same way he had stood over me.

"Tell me if anything hurts," I told him as I climbed over him and positioned myself in just the right way, and then I began.

I began on his back with oil I had warmed up with my hands, and I worked my way down and around, and I touched him lightly as I moved across his skin but pressed firmly against any tightness that I felt in any of his muscles.

"Oh," he moaned with pleasure, never having felt the relief of all his pressure, and I knew I was hitting the right spots, and I continued because I needed the Twinkle-Twink to be relaxed for what I was going to do to him.

The ass, especially an ass as big and round like that of the Twinkle-Twink's, requires special attention in a sensual massage, and that was what I focused on next.

I hooked both my index fingers onto his waistband, and I pulled his underwear down to his knees and his bubble butt jiggled and it was just as smooth as the rest of his body.

I just had to, so I bent down and greeted each butt cheek with a kiss and with a "nice to finally meet you," and then I began to work on them with my warmed-up oils.

I had a hand on each cheek, caressing their every inch, getting to know their roundness and their smoothness, and then I pulled them apart to reveal the Twinkle-Twink's twinkie-star in all its glory, and he moaned as I held his cheeks apart and as I lightly blew a stream of air to wake the delicate skin that surrounded his tight little hole.

I poured some oil and I rubbed my fingers up and down and around his hole, and I squeezed one of his butt cheeks with my other hand, and after having my fingers dance on it, I then pressed one finger upon the tightness of his hole, and he moaned louder, and I pressed harder, hard enough to where it wanted to give away and let me in, but not enough to let it do it because this was just a tease, a sign of what was to come, and when I knew he wanted more, when I felt him thrust harder against my finger, when I felt his desire bursting, begging to be broken through, I pulled back and pulled his underwear back up, and I began to focus on his legs.

I heard him take a deep breath, as if he had just remembered to breathe, and I knew he was coming down from peak desire, and that is what I wanted, I wanted him to come back down, I wanted him to relax once more just so that I could bring him back up, drive him to the edge, tease him like he had teased me, deprive him of that ultimate satisfaction, if only momentarily, so that he can want it even more, so that I can teach him true desire.

I worked the back of his legs, and down to his calves, and I worked them and waited until his breathing was slow and steady and that's when I opened his legs wider and started on his inner thighs, and as intended, his breathing started getting faster.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him, and he just moaned in pleasure, a wordless moan but bursting with meaning, something I imagined to be a first for the Twinkle-Twink who so loved his words.

"Flip over," I told him.

The Twinkle-Twink was pitching a tent, and it was an anxious one that twitched in anticipation every time my hand got near it, but I had no intention of going in just yet. There would be time enough for that, and right now the time belonged to his legs and his inner thighs, and I will not lie and say I didn't peek past his underwear to arouse with the tip of my fingers the even more sensitive areas of his thighs because I did, and I could hear him gasping, see his muscles tensing, I could feel his pelvis lightly thrusting, and I knew he was going back up to that place where I wanted him to be.

I took my hand from his inner thigh and I brought my finger to the tip of his upright dick and when I touched it and went around, oh, so delicately, in tiny circles, the tiniest wet spot appeared, and then I stopped because the Twinkle-Twink was leaking pre-cum and I didn't want him to go all the way yet, and when he tried to pull his underwear down in frustration, seeking liberation for his cock, I stopped him and told him, "not yet."

"Oh, fuck," he said and took his hands and ran them through his hair and pulled at it as he tried to hold back the waves of pleasure that were trying to overtake him, so I gave him a moment, and I focused on the rising of his chest, rapid at first but then steadily slowing, slower, slow, until I once again placed my hands on him.

I was working on his head now, lightly pulling on his hair, running my fingers through, and massaging his scalp.

I went to his neck, tight and tense, and I used my warm oils to loosen his tightness, and I ran my knuckles up and down the length of his neck, softly but firmly, and I could feel his muscles melting beneath my hands.

I went to his chest, and there, with the palms of my hands, I caressed the bulging bumps that were his pecs. I held and lightly pinched his nipples between my thumb and my index finger and he arched his back in pleasure as I did so, and I slid my open hands down to his stomach, feeling the ridges of his swelling abs underneath the smoothness of his skin, and I moved down to his pubic area, inevitably slipping underneath his underwear but stopping just at the base of his cock, right at the edge of his glory.

He was breathing hard again, his chest and stomach taking turns riding up and down, his cock harder and stiffer and wetter than ever, and he was looking at me longingly, as if only I could save him, as if only I could give him what he wanted, and it was the look I was looking for, it was what I wanted him to want, and having won it, I was finally ready to give in to him.

I climbed over the Twinkle-Twink and I got on all fours, and the Twinkle-Twink was now under me, on his back, my face right over his face, his cock pressing hard against my cock, and I lowered myself right next to his face so that I could whisper in his ear so many of the words he had used to tease me, and he was like a magnet because every word I whispered drew him closer to me, upwards towards my body, and by the end, his arms were wrapped around my neck and his legs were wrapped around my hips and he was clinging to me, nuzzling his face against my neck, and using all his remaining strength to repeatedly whisper, "please, please, please, fuck me already."

I kissed him. I finally kissed the Twinkle-Twink, and he caved, he let go, all his strength left him, he was melting onto my bed as we made out, as his tongue danced with my tongue, and then I kissed him everywhere, on his neck and on his chest, I sucked and bit his nipples, then I kissed his stomach, and finally, I set him free by pulling down his underwear, and immediately took his gorgeous, engorged cock into my mouth, and I blew the Twinkle-Twink away.

His cock was long and fat, and his head was perfectly round and gave way to his shaft with almost no drop down at the ridge, and it made for some smooth and easy sucking, and I was so thoroughly enjoying it, I was so absorbed in his cock, slurping on his wetness, and it took me by surprise how he was able to turn around quickly so that his face was now under my throbbing cock, and he took my fat cock into his mouth like a hungry little bitch and he did it all without his cock ever leaving my mouth.

We were a sixty-nine now, just like we had sexted, and I began to play it out just like I had described it.

He was moaning so loud, sucking and licking and experimenting with his tongue in many different ways, and he was even trying to deepthroat me.

The Twinkle-Twink tried pushing my cock all the way to the back of his throat, but he failed miserably, maybe because of my big, fat cock, or maybe because he just wasn't used to it, but his attempts were to be admired because although he gagged, he recovered and went back for more.

Each time I felt my cock-head go deeper, but not as deep as I was taking him, and to show him what he could eventually accomplish, I took his hard cock all the way to the back of my throat, and I kept it there were his cock-head was bulging and throbbing against the tightness of my throat, and holding it there, I lightly thrusted with my throat so that his sensitive head could feel everything, and I stopped when I started to taste what seemed like an endless leak of pre-cum, though he swore he wasn't cumming.

If he wasn't coming, he was close, so I told him to get up, and I turned him around and I pressed myself against him, my cock pressing against his bubble butt, begging to be let in, but I took a moment to kiss his neck from behind, to run my hands all over his body, to stroke his cock and run my fingers over his wet head, and finally, my hand found its way down between his butt cheeks and I let my finger push past his tight little hole.

"I hope you're ready for me," I whispered into his ear and pushed my finger deeper into him, and he moaned, and he said, "fuck me already, please."

With my body still pressed against his body, I led him, step by step, to the other end of my room, where there was nothing but a bare wall, and I felt his breath quicken when he realized what I was doing.

Some fantasies were meant to be lived, and I wanted to make this one real for the Twinkle-Twink, I wanted him to compare the effects of our words with those of our actions, so I fucked him hard against the wall, I pushed him against it, I spat on my cock, I told him to hold his ass cheeks open, and I pressed and I pushed my hot, aching cock, but he was tight, so fucking tight, but I spat on my fingers and I rubbed it on his hole and stuck two fingers now to loosen him up a bit more, and then I tried with my fat cock again, pushing until his tight little hole started to give in, it started to open up for me, and it was just half of the head, but I already knew this Twinkle-Twink's tightness would be out of this world.

He moaned loud and he moaned hard with each soft thrust I gave him, my cock-head slowly sinking into his asshole, and his legs began to shake so I paused my thrusting, and I spent some time rubbing his body, kissing his neck and his back and whispering to him that he was okay, that I would take it slow, for him to relax and that I would take good care of him, and then I ran my fingers through his hair, over and over, and he relaxed and my cock was throbbing and aching so I resumed soft half-thrusts while still doing all this, and once again cock-head was slowly making its way inside of him.

It was a few minutes, maybe more, until the fat, engorged head of my cock made it past that little tunnel in the asshole, but that was just the head, and it had taken so much, and he was still tight as fuck, and he moaned and he whispered, "oh my god, it's so big."

I told him that was just my head, and that he was about to get it all, and he said, "yes, daddy," and my soft half-thrusts became harder, fuller thrusts and the Twinkle-Twink's ass must've stretched out enough for me because now the Twinkle-Twink was pushing harder against me, begging me to push my fat cock deeper, and I pushed him with my weight against the wall, and I thrusted hard and in-sync with his thrusting, and the Twinkle-Twink howled and he took all my cock like a good little bitch.

I grabbed his hands and raised them and held them against the wall as I slid the entire length of my cock all the way in and all the way out, and I felt his tightness from the tip of my dick to the base of my cock and the wildest thought ran through my head and it drove me wild and to the edge and I told the Twinkle-Twink I was coming, there was no stopping it, no going back, and he told me, "cum inside me, fill me up," and I burst, I blew load after load into the Twinkle-Twink's bubble butt, and he moaned and he gave himself to me until I had given him every last drop.

I pulled out of him, my cock leaking, his ass dripping, and I noticed how his cock was still hard as fuck.

"Shit, I was hoping to make you cum," I told him, a bit ashamed that I had gotten ahead of myself because I had planned for him to cum against the wall, like in our sexting.

"You still can. Can I fuck you?" he asked me.

He surprised me, but I happily obliged because I had not met many guys who liked to flip roles in a hookup.

He got excited and wondered out loud what position he should fuck me in, and it was the cutest thing, seeing him standing there trying to figure it out because this was not something we had sexted about, but the waters were cooling so I had to step in.

"With that bubble butt, you probably do a shitload of squats, huh?"

"One hundred a day," he said proudly.

"Then you're perfect to fuck in doggy style, holding the squat takes strong legs," I told him, and then I got an all fours in front of him and asked him what he was waiting for.

He squatted and he approached me with his thick, torpedo-like cock, and he spat directly onto my asshole and used the head of his cock to spread it around, and then the Twinkle-Twink pushed himself inside of me.

He was big, and where I was big in the head, he was bigger in the shaft because it bulged in the middle, so it made me feel so good as he opened me up real good when he went deeper, and, boy, did he go deeper, and I could hear him whisper things like, "fuck," and, "it feels so good," and "yes, take my cock," in between moans.

When he found his rhythm, I started to thrust with him, pushing against him as he pushed himself into me, and this drove him wild, so I thrusted faster and harder and he said, "oh, God," and there was no going back, he had crossed that threshold of pleasure because he moaned louder, and he fucked harder, and he grabbed my hair, and he pulled on it, and he finally came and burst load after load with thrust after thrust deeper and deeper inside of me.

He was pushing himself hard into me after that last load left his twitching cock that I could so clearly feel in the inside of my ass, and then he dropped himself on top of me, his cock still inside of me but softening.

I let my weight go, and we lay on the floor, the Twinkle-Twink on top and inside me.

"Let's take a shower," I told him after we regained our breath, and his face lit up.

We jumped into the shower, and for the first few minutes we cleaned ourselves, and we helped each other, and to him, it was just another excuse to touch each other, but I had other plans in mind, one last surprise for the Twinkle-Twink.

Still rubbing his asshole clean, I told him to lean against the wall, then I knelt and I began to eat his ass.

A gasping moan escaped him the moment my tongue touched his tight and clean little hole, and I, too, moaned in pleasure because for too long I had imagined eating the Twinkle-Twink's bubble-butt and now I was finally having a long-awaited taste of his Twinkie Star.

I tongue-fucked his ass, and I bit at the walls that protected his little star and I massaged his bubble-butt with both my hands in the same way one tosses a salad, and I was Caesar, a conqueror feasting after a conquest, and I was feasting on his ass, and I feasted for a long time, and he was melting under the shower, moaning and touching himself all over, and when I had enough, he opened his eyes wide, and said, "wow, what the fuck was that?" and then he asked me all excited if he could do the same to me.

How could I tell him no?

I leaned against the wall, just as he had, and he knelt behind me and I felt the Twinkle-Twink's face as it came into my ass, and he used his hands to spread me apart and he so delicately pushed himself inside me with the tip of his tongue, and it felt different than his cock, just as good, but different, and it turned me on so much with the way he was moaning and the way he was eating my asshole.

Fuck, I melted, and now I was the one touching myself all over, and I pulled on my dick and I pinched at my nipples and I tugged on my balls, and I pushed the Twinkle-Twink's face deeper into my ass.

Who knows how long it was, I lost track of time, but when he had enough, he came back up, slapped my ass, and said, "what the fuck, I never would have done that if you hadn't done it to me. That was amazing."

I turned off the water, and we stood there for a moment, regaining ourselves and enjoying the afterglow of our ass-eating as the cold water slowly dripped off of us.

We dried ourselves and he was staring at me, smiling, and I asked him what he was smiling about, but he just shook his head and said, "nothing."

But I knew there was something, though I didn't get it from him then because the Twinkle-Twink didn't linger.

He got dressed, and he did so cautiously, almost like he was drunk, and he had that stupid smile on his face that told me he knew something that I didn't, but I didn't press him, I just admired the Twinkle-Twink in the same way one admires the disappearing night and all its stars just before the sun inevitably comes knocking.

"I had a great time," he told me, "but I'm already about an hour late for work, so I gotta go."

"Did you ghost your job for me, Twinkle-Twink?"

He laughed.

"It's what I do apparently," and then he left.

I didn't hear from him again until a few months later when he hit me up on Grindr.

Twinkle-Twink (8:58 PM):

Hey Manolo! I'm going to delete my account, but before I do so, I just wanted you to know, I was eating a nice, plump booty last night, and while I was eating this hunk's ass, I won't lie, all I could see, all I could feel, all I could imagine was your ass in that shower that day. Best day of my life! Honestly.

Manolo (8:59 PM):

Sucks to see you go, Twinkle-Twink, but hey, at least I know you'll always remember me.

Twinkle-Twink (9:00 PM):

Well, they do say a person never forgets their first.

And, poof, he was gone before I could even respond.