Han fucked me with typical urgency, his thrusts searching, persistent. I waited for his orgasm to subside, for his semen to drain deep inside my arse. He pulled out when he was done - something he didn't do - stood up and went to the bathroom instead of waiting for his cock to soften inside me or urging me to reach my own orgasm.
I followed him to the bathroom, knees weak, cum dripping down my thighs.
He was bent over the wash basin, washing up. I stepped into the shower stall to freshen up.
I could have sleep-walked through the holidays. Family and friends in the same places as last year's and the year before. Giving the same presents, exchanging the same jokes, asking the same question. Han came to join us for the holidays.
He fucked me every night. Same uninspired intercourse that invariably ended with a trip to the bathroom to freshen up. He's doing his part, beinging home the bacon, fulfilling his responsibility. I can't complain.
On the way from the airport, after we said goodbyes, I asked the driver to bring me to Gateway. I walked around the mall that was still empty from the holidays. I walked around not knowing what I wanted. Sat down for a cup of coffee. Went to the toilet and waited before the urinal, my fly open, pretending to pee. One guy stood next to me. Unzipped his fly, spat into the urinal and proceeded to take a leak. He was replaced by another and yet another.
This is silly, I thought to myself, as I proceeded to zip up. I turned and noticed a young man washing his face. He looked up and our eyes met on the mirror. Our gaze lingered.
I stepped out of the toilet and proceeded to the car park. I could feel that my arsehole was still tender. Han's cum must still be in my bowels.
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