We're staying over at George's, his teeny 1 room, basement apartment in an alley off Newbury Street. George is sleeping a few feet away on his bed, Mikey is asleep a few inches away on the couch and we're on the deflating air mattress. We're smooshed together and I don't care who is around, all I want is your cock inside me.
We manage it, I pull my shorts down to my knees and you pull my shirt up and hold me to you by my tits, my back against your chest. I guide you in and we have that amazing moment when your cock first pushes inside me. I'm ready for you, so wet, in a second I'm full of you and this vibration travels through my whole body. It's almost the best part of getting fucked, it's relief mixed with desire. I almost don't want to let you pull out but I feel your arm tighten around me and your hips tilt back. I need your cock to fill me and I push back against you. We get a few strokes in and you pull out, I protest but you tell me "This isn't working and we're making too much noise." I'm sure I make some kind of disappointed face but you point to the door. I pull up my shorts, we quietly roll off the mattress and you pull me outside.