By the evening of the fourth day we had driven back from our short beach vacation, leaving a whole lot of emotions in our beach bungalow. We returned home tired and exhausted and decided to spend the night with you, my PLove. The morning greeted us with the usual noise of the city and we already missed the soft sound of the sea so much. At breakfast we reflected on our experiences of the past few days. I was still curious as to what prompted you to go into the dunes a second time with John and Luke and why you encouraged the two boys to use you as a kind of toilet. "I did it to please you, Curt," you blurted out in reply. I was shocked. I had tried very hard and avoided anything that would have hurt your feelings. I just couldn't understand you, but your smile showed me that you weren't mad at me about it. "It's time for your orgasm again," I fibbed at you. "Not again please - not now again," you shook your head. "Just kidding," I reassured you. "But what do you want us to be able to do? - what would you like?" you wanted to know

"Well, there's one thing that gets me incredibly excited, but I don't think you really want to do that," I warned you. But you really wanted to know what it's about. I explained to you that with a finger inserted in my anus I could build a top class erection. "No, no, I can't and won't penetrate you, you can't ask me to do that," you begged me. "But if it means so much to you, I can caress you there while you fuck me". "Oh yes, let's try it right now," I cheered and began to undress. You immediately lay on the bed, this time on your back, and prepared for union by slathering your back door with massage oil. My cock was already well stiff, so that I only had to kneel between your legs, bring my glans to the right place and gently squeeze it. Once I was inside, you pressed your chest against me enough that your hand just went around me. With so much gentleness that I had never felt from another person, you began to caress my anus lovingly.

I admit that every other time that would have been enough for me, but today I wanted more. I withdrew from you and shook my head "Unfortunately it doesn't work that way". I thought for a moment, then I asked you if you had a clinical thermometer in the house. Irritated by my question, you got up, went to the bathroom, and came back with a flexible-tip electronic thermometer. "What are you up to?" you asked uncertainly. "You can stick that in me while I keep fucking you". "That's pure penetration!" you protested. "Not if you just hold it." "Okay, but I'm not moving it in and out," you clarified. I positioned myself between your legs again and effortlessly inserted my penis into your tight anus. Then I took the thermometer and put it in my back. "Now you can hold it," I instructed you, which you immediately followed. Well, it was half and not a whole thing, but the fucking movements made the thermometer slip in and out at least a little bit. Nevertheless, it took me a considerable amount of time before I could finally cum and flood your body with my semen. "Now was that good for you?" you asked, still out of breath. "Well, a little more exercise would have done me good," I replied. "Well, maybe next time..." you smiled at me.