I hadn't showered.  I didn't have time.  I had spent the night at my friends and about thirty minutes earlier, after we woke, we fucked.  I made my way to the rink as quickly as I could hoping not to miss the man in the restroom.  I got to the restroom at the rink and no one was there.  I opened the door hoping to find him walking in, but no one was walking down the long poorly lit hallway.  No sooner had I turned around and undid my pants to take a piss than he had walked in.  I was really happy to see him.  Had it not been for the fact that I had to take such a necessary piss, I would have turned around and hugged and kissed him. 

That may seem a bit of an extreme response but so much anticipation had been built up all week over him.  I couldn't stop thinking about how he felt inside me, how his cock felt in my mouth, against my lips, or how his cum tasted.  There he was.  He stood next to me again, using the urinal himself before we made our way into the toilet cubicle. 

As we made out we were quickly removing each others clothing until the only thing we were left in were our socks.  Everything about him was masculine.  Beneath the hint of Drakkar Noir, was the scent of his skin.  It was evident that he hadn't showered either, but the smell wasn't an offensive odor.  It was simply manly.  It turned me on.  He wasn't trying to be "pretty", he was who he was.  He had the build of a man who liked to be fit.  His arms were more muscular than tone, his chest defined but not straining, his perfect abs that were the only part of him that seemed more well defined than the rest, and his fit thighs like a cyclists.

After kissing for quite sometime, I slithered down his chest to his cock.  His cock was rigid, precum dripping from the tip, occasionally bobbing up and down with a spasm.  I licked the precum from his cock head, then took his head into.  He let out a soft moan of appreciation.  With a firm grip of his cock, my lips slowly traced every millimeter of cock I could fit in my mouth.  My lips reacting to every vein and the ridge of his cock head.

He reached down to kiss me, drawing me up with him.  With me back on my feet his hands, under my arms, slid down my rib cage to my waist, then behind me down my hips and grabbing a cheek firmly in each hand.  It felt so good to be in his arms.  To feel wanted by this guy.  Again we kissed for quite some time.  It was sensual and relentless.  It felt like being surrounded by warmth.  You didn't want to escape it.  Still kissing he turned me around, then slipped his cock between my wanting cheeks. 

My ass quickly spread to the girth of his cock as I let out a satisfied moan and he slid almost effortlessly up inside.  There was no long wait.  He grabbed my shoulders and began fucking me hard.  It wasn't painful.  His shaft filled my ass.  I could feel every nuance of his cock; the veins on his shaft and the ridge of his head sliding against the insides of my ass.  His girth forcing my ass to bend to his will.  It was easy to get lost in the sensuality of it.  His pace quickened and and more assertive , before he thrust himself hard against my ass as he came.  I was stretched tightly around his thick cock.  I could feel each and every spurt of cum as it shot passed my hole and into my ass.  Then he started fucking me again with the same intense rhythm.

The momentary pause for him to cum had only allowed my ass to relax and enjoy the pounding it was receiving.  While a part of me wanted it to stop, my ass arched ever more toward his cock so he had a better angle to fuck me with.  When he drew his cock out then thrust hard in my ass it was enough to make me lose my breath.  His angle of attack and girth of his cock were conspiring to hit me in all the right spots.  To an onlooker it might have looked like I was suffering horribly, but the reality was I couldn't have been in a greater state of bliss.  From deep within me I could feel it building in a crescendo of pleasure.  My moaning intensified in frequency and pitch. 

My ass barely clamped down on his cock.  The effect of this freedom made his cock feel all the more sensational.  He was able to keep pumping my ass, without skipping a beat, adding to the orgasmic build-up that was already trying to escape.  Less than a minute had passed before I was within the throws of another orgasm.  My mouth was agape as he kept fucking me.  At times gasping for breath from the intensity of pleasure or eking out a high pitched moan because of it.  The crescendo of pleasure kept up in intensity, building to mind altering orgasms.    

I became lost in the experience.  Eventually he again thrust his cock deep into my ass with a hard slap of his hips to my ass before cumming.  We breathlessly then passionately kissed, his cock in hand, my ass in his.  After taking some time to recover ourselves, we eventually got dressed.

Before parting he offered me a suggested means of making sex be even better and more intense for me.  He pulled out several pharmaceutical bottles of pills from his bag.  He gave me assurances that they weren't narcotics and they were safe.  Initially my skepticism was palatable.  However, being that this was a complete stranger that I was trusting to fuck me and he was responsible for the best sex I had ever had in my life (by him or my friend), I acquiesced.  He instructed me on how to take them then gave me the cocktail of pills to take.  For the rest of the day I had an unrelenting hard-on.  In hindsight, the erection was probably from the sex we had.

From that point on we no longer met at the restroom, instead meeting at his house.