The Exception Who Proved the Rule

Trip to Louisville--September, 2011

In my experience, travel hook-ups  made several days ahead of the trip, rarely work out. While at home, I’d talked to the remarkably few men on BBRT in the Louisville area and a good half dozen had wanted to meet. As was typical, not one of them was online on the Friday evening when I arrived. So I went off to the Adult Bookstore--but that’s a story for another time. Then at 8am on Saturday morning, I got a text from a guy who was the exception that proved the title of this post.

The phone sounds off--incredibly close to my ear. It’s 8am after a long night. I try to focus, groping around a little blindly on the Motel 6 bedside table. God, who’d text me at this hour? I fumble for my reading glasses: You got time this am? I look at the phone number--it is a Louisville area code--a step in the right direction. I sort through who had actually given me a number. Got it. It’s that mixed race couple--Yes, after 9:30. I wait, being very aware of residual lube left on my fingers from last night. good. tell me where. I do. A shower, some pancakes and soon I’m setting up the sling, while sipping my morning coffee. About 9:28 another text announces itself. Running late. Getting myself very clean for you. At 10:00am there’s a knock at the door. I glance around. Bed pulled together, sling right next to it by the door, rimseat next to the built in desk. I don't travel light.  I’m in combat boots and a dirty jock. I answer the door.

A gorgeous African-American young man slips into the room. “It’s just me. He thinks I’m visiting my Mom.” He instantly kisses me--and he‘s good. “Fuck me, Daddy.” My hand goes from his back to his full ass which is filling every inch of room in the seat of his khakis. Oh, this is gonna be good. He strips quickly, between kisses. His cock is erect and sizable. But I bypass his dick, turn him around and push him gently onto the bed, so he lands on all fours. I look at this spectacular young ass. Then tentatively, my tongue runs down the crack and finds his hole. I ream him deeply and he moans into the pillow. I always forget how different young flesh feels. My tongue dives deeper. He grabs the pillow and actually bites it. My tongue is running up and down his crack, my hand on his large cock. I pull it back towards me and dip to suck just the head. He is precuming a steady stream. I let some build in my mouth.  I release his cock--then slowly push his jizz into his ass with my tongue. I tell him what I just did--letting the words sink in. He’s stroking faster--breathing harder. I flip him over, get his legs on my shoulders and slowly enter him. His stroking increases. Oh, no. Not one of those boys where it’s over before we really begin…

“Careful.” My hand knocks his hand away from his swollen cock.

“It’s okay.” He grips his penis. “I can keep going after I cum.”

I have been just gently rocking into him. Now I pull out and give him the full length of my cock in a single thrust.

“Yes! Yes, daddy!”

I am pumping long and hard. Finally I slow. I taste his hole. Swab his cock with my tongue. Add more precum into his relaxed, puffy pucker. We play on the bed for quite awhile, with him on all fours, then riding my cock. God, he loves that. His cock leaves a huge pool on my chest. I wipe it up with my hand and feed it to him. Without hesitating, he cleans my fingers and immediately bends to kiss me. Deep. Long. Sloppy.

I suggest we move into the sling. Once his legs are in the stirrups, I go back to rimming his now truly used, wet hole. I can’t imagine anything more delicious. He takes a hit of poppers and begs for me to fuck. I do. The moment I enter he jerks. I know he’s going to cum. I bend over. I can almost reach his dick head with my mouth and still keep fucking. The moment he starts to shoot, I pull out and my mouth engulfs his cock head. It’s a huge, 20-something’s load. I don’t swallow. I kneel. And with him still shuddering, I reverse felch it into his ass. He moans. I spend long minutes tonguing it as deep as possible into him. I stand. The moment of truth--can he really take it? My cock head has never looked so big. It starts to push into his butt.

He does a quick intake of breath, than he sighs--letting the air out and me in. I sink into his mega load of cum and my spit and pre-cum. It’s a heavenly fuck. I will myself not to cum right there. The peak passes. I slow my pace, pull out. My red penis is covered in frothy cum.

“Let me have it.” I bring it up to his mouth. He half leans out of the sling and tongue washes my cock. Every drop. We kiss. Snowball what he hasn’t swallowed. I need more.

“Come here.” I’m pulling him out of the sling. “Rimseat time.”

“I’ve never..”

“Good….”

I get under, take a hit of English, and lower the seat. The poppers are starting to work as he carefully sits. His gorgeous ass--his well-fucked, dripping ass--is lowered slowly towards me. He sits. The seat spreads his cheeks enough that my tongue has easy penetration into his hole. I lovingly swab the walls of his chute. There is the merest hint of cum left. I strain deeper. I hit the mother lode. He is moaning. My tongue opens him up and I can feel his load slip down into my mouth. My cock has been hard all along. Now it is all but bursting its skin. I haven’t been there long enough--but I double tap his legs to get him off the seat. I have to fuck him. Now.

He’s into the sling before I can stand up. He knows he’s going to get bred. His hand works his relentlessly hard cock. I’m into him. No rimming now. I start a long, deep stroke. The sound of my balls smacking his full ass fills the rooms. He shoots again. This time I mop it up with my hand. I pull out, smear it on my cock and send it up his hole. That takes me over the edge. I make loud, inarticulate noises as I unleash it incredibly deep in his ass.

I collapse on him. His arms come down from holding the chains to hold me. Pulling me to him. I’m still lodged in his milking ass. I have no idea how many minutes later we start to move apart. My cock slips out…and a river of cum with it. I get him to his feet. I hug him. He slips down my torso. He cleans my cock with his tongue. Slowly. Lovingly. Studying it--knowing he will likely never see or feel it again.