Spotless

He walked inside, pulled by his hand. The heaviness of his chest was unmeasurable, absolutely, he panted, he was wet from head to toe. Sweat, it was salt, his partner seemed to enjoy it, licked drop by drop from his neck, collarbone and chest, his hands travelling under his shirt that insisted to stick to his body. He closed his eyes, he threw his back against the door, banging it immediately. He was pushed against it as their lips met and locked together, as their tongues fought, as he felt like he could taste his own sweat. The world was spinning, his blood seemed to concentrate on his head and on his pulsating member, he wasn’t aware of anything, just of a body rubbing against his. His shirt was ruined, it had too many buttons and his partner had no patience. Quickly it was slid down, and down went his partner as he licked from his nipple to his belly, his trousers were unbuttoned, pants and underwear were taken off together in a swift fast movement. He was panting. A tongue met the tip of him. He moaned, he didn’t remember his name. He didn’t know where he was. He closed his eyes again, he couldn’t remember when he opened them. His hands were useless, their movements were random, weren’t firm, he tried to make them move but they had their own will. His body was reacting by himself, he looked around and panicked, he couldn’t move, he was merciless inside the wet mouth of his partner. But who was him? He closed his eyes, he moaned, he couldn’t know of what that moan was. Of pain, pleasure, sorrow… desperation. He was desperate, he was crying. His partner pulled him down and undid his own pants, apparently he himself was going to be the passive as the partner took lube and condom and put it just on himself. He was sweaty, drops fell from his hair. Poor him closed his eyes again, he didn’t want to face reality, reality gripped him, around his member, he moaned of pure pleasure before something entered his other cavity. He moaned again of pain, but it wasn’t so bad. He remembered something: he had felt that before. It wasn’t his first time. He breathed so hard his chest was moving up and down, his legs were naturally spread, something thrusted inside him hard. He started moaning and grunting louder. Suddenly he was screaming, he didn’t know why, he didn’t know where he was. He was just screaming. His partner approved, he fucked him harder and harder and harder. They came. He didn’t know how, his whole body shook, spasmed, he screamed more and there it was. Faster than he could expect. His whole body was soft, loose. He was painting. His eyes were tired, were dead. His hands lay on the ground. The guy got out of him and lay by his side. He turned to him and they looked at each other. Nothing. He turned his head again and closed his eyes. He cried. He didn’t know where he was.