Yes.

Alex’s sore ass was a constant reminder of what had just happened. Alex could still feel the warm load in his bowels, and he could feel it’s sticky wetness seeping between his butt cheeks as he drove home.

With tears in his eyes Alex reflected on his rape tonight. Was it rape? Alex felt certain that he did not want a stranger to take his anal virginity, especially with the violence and pain with which he lost it, but in the end, he had shot his own load into his underwear.

There was only one answer to it. There was one way that Alex felt that would answer his questions in the most efficient manner. One way that he was going to recover from his rough, thorough, and sticky anal violation.

Alex needed to get fucked. Again. He needed to get fucked, and it needed to be soon.