Sore.

The aftermath of yesterday was terrible.

I still have the dull ache in my balls and ass. All thanks to my adventurous counterparts who decided to detour from our normal route and head to Changi for a different experience...

It must have been the close and rough contact that did me in. And the lack of proper protection.
The one that I had was small frame but robust and lean. I can still vividly picture him rubbing up against me, harder and harder as we moved together. His body writhing and quivering below my sweaty body. My arms pushing him down as my legs pumped faster and faster. After a while, the lethargy and strain started to gnaw at my muscles but the thirst and drive was far greater. We had to make constant adjustments in our positions to minimise the pain and keep ourselves comfortable.

We made little hisses and gasps and moans as we approached crest after crest. We never stopped even when he got wet and stained my inner thigh as I rode him as rough as I could.
If only I was a girl, I probably would have developed a vaginus (vagina+anus) by now.
The consummation was a surge of ethereal earth shattering euphoria as we stopped and screamed at me as I panted over him.

I was totally burnt out after that. Red skin, sore butt, bloated stomach after a surfeit of coconut juice and a 54 km bike ride (East coast-Kallang-Changi-East) in my personal guinness record to keep-what an exhilirating way to spend a saturday with my uncle, brother and cousin.
Right now, I have to go look for a water bed to rest my sore bottom and abstain myself from any lower body movements in the next few days.