Outtake photo: Two versions of this shot. I've posted the s..

Outtake photo: Two versions of this shot. I've posted the second before, but coming across this first one and having it next to the other one put a story into my head: I wanted to be more adventurous in my sex life. I put an addition to my profile on Grindr: to come into my hotel room anonymously, play with my ass, fuck me, and leave. I won't even turn around...just use me, shoot on my back, and go. Almost immediately, I got a response. The only photo he had was a shot of his hard cock. Usually not, but tonight, that was enough for me...I was feeling adventurous...all I wanted was a pure, anonymous, ravenous fuck. I gave him the ok, and half an hour later, I could hear my door opening and closing, some rustling as he moved towards me, the unzipping of his pants, and I felt his hands under my arms lifting me forward onto the bed, face down, legs dangling as I arched my back, waiting for his cock. Without even taking off his pants, he slipped a rubber on. I heard him spit into his hand, and suddenly, the head was pressing against my hole. I had been playing with it so I was ready for him, and he inched forward and I felt that mammoth dick open me up, and he took great care until it was fully inside...he knew most guys couldn't take a cock that big without some prep. I could feel the zipper of his jeans pressed against me as he filled me up, and I envisioned this fully clothed man with just his cock sticking out, inserted inside me...and then my reverie was broken as he just went to town, fucking my ass, holding my head down, making the whole thing only about his cock and my hole. Lots of grunting, no words, incessant in and out, in and out, until minutes later, I felt him yank his cock out of me, rip off the rubber, and as he moaned, I felt a torrent of warmth hit my back, dripping down to the crack of my ass. After he shot, he took a moment and I could feel him stand up behind me and zip his fly, then the door opening and closing, and there I was, left in the silence with the jizz drying on my back. It took a while for my heart rate to drop and there was a moment of pure pleasure as I felt his presence still in my ass, something I'd probably feel for days to come. But then...being me, and a romantic at heart...I began to feel some remorse that there was absolutely no connection except between our sexual equipment. Don't get me wrong--I'm glad I did it. But I thought, c'mon, you know you need more than a couple of photos and a hard cock to be truly satisfied. That's what I thought until the next night...when I did it all again... Aaaand scene.