MAL--Day Four

I make myself take a lazy morning. My cock was beginning to feel all the play.

I read.

I write.

I doze.

I get online.

I decide to look up a young man who I played with last year. He is pretty much a no limits cum whore. And gorgeous--muscled, tatted, dark hair and electric blue eyes. He videos all his encounters to show his Master how much dick, fist and piss he has taken during the weekend. My time with peeboy is short. There are two men already with him. A couple I think. A big dicked top and a regulation sized vers--both late 30’s and very good looking. Pissboi2 is giving them head, but I don’t think they fuck bareback. So they wave me over to enter him. I do. His ass is velvety. But not cum lined. Pissboi2 lets me fuck, but he keeps standing up to show himself off to the camera, pulling me out in the process. I push him over and re-enter--just to have him do it again. After the third time of this, the other top turns him around. I wonder if the thick uncut cock is going to disappear, but no. He works his fist up him. Pissboi2 hangs on to me and starts furiously jerking. The vers guy raises his shirt in case he gets sprayed. And does he ever. A huge load of cum bursts from Pissboi2. He tells us it’s his first cum of the weekend. And I almost believe him--even though his door has been open 18 hours a day. While the couple wash up, he chats me up telling me he remembers me from last year. And he does remember what we did…Flattering, considering the number of men he goes through in a weekend. (My laundry list of ass makes me look like a virgin next to his nonstop indulgence.) I say I’ll come back later, but he hosts a closed door party that night, so I don’t see him again.

I talk for a moment with HotCumLoads outside his door. The blindfold sessions are really increasing his numbers. He’s thrilled.

I go down to Vendor Mart for one last time. I buy some poppers, say good-bye to the Leather Man crew--and find David, last night’s piss play man, massaging a vendor. We hug. We talk. He really wants to go play, but he has no time to get to my room on the 9^th floor. Well, the public toilet in the lobby will work. We go into a stall. He sits and gets me hard instantly. He asks for piss--but I’ve pissed before I knew he was here.
“Well, I have to go,” he announces. I think he means to go meet his ride home, but no. He wants to feed me. I crack open the new poppers, take a huge hit and he lets loose a torrent of piss down my gullet. Almost at the same time, a guy gets off noisily in the handicapped stall. It seems we weren’t the only ones playing…..David gets dressed for outside. We agree to try to meet on his next trip to Chicago. We both want to play at Steamworks with each other and show off……

I go up to the room and get online. Almost immediately I get a message from a tatted skinhead type. He’s in the hotel across the street. He’s worked the Vendor Mart all weekend and needs to be fucked. Hard. I throw on my jacket and am out the door.

It’s literally across the street. I get up to his room and he opens the door, all but naked. His body is covered in art of all sorts. Symbols, words, pictures, a smattering of tribal. It doesn’t quite goes to together--but he looks straight out of one of those Brit punk videos. His shaved head glistens, as he turns off a few lights and I start to strip. I’m down to the yellow jock--it’s strong with all the piss play last night. He’s on his knees mouthing it, before I can say anything--getting the scent all over his chinstrap beard. I realize at that moment we are a perfect match. I bend down, shove two fingers in his mouth, make him open wide and I spit. His eyes shine. Now he knows, too…

He gets me hard. I order him up the bed. He gets on all fours. The bed is high, but the perfect height for me to kneel and taste his hole with no bending. The room decorator has thoughtfully provided a full length mirror across from him. He watches me kneel behind him.

“I want to taste you hole, boy.”

His hole. It’s a work of art. He’s stretched it and worked it. He can squeeze so fucking hard on my tongue it hurts. He can push out the inner ring so it starts out, but not to the point of a rose bud--extending his ass into my waiting mouth. He huffs poppers and moans. I lube just a bit, I rise and press my cock against the ring. He resists on purpose, then relaxes and I glide home.

“Oh, fuck, Sir. That is so good. You have the perfect cock.”

I grunt and fuck him hard. My balls are slapping his ass. Eventually I slow. I flip him over. I want to see his eyes as I fuck him. I’m not disappointed. They go from lust to bliss and back again. My cock is in a state of constant drool--almost like I’ve had no sex all weekend.

I take a moment, clamber up on the high bed and lean against the pillows. He knows what I want. He get between my legs and savors the taste of his hole on my cock. I tell him to go for my balls--squeezing them together so he can get both in his mouth.

“Now lower,” I instruct him. “Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls. It’s a struggle, but he does. It’s one of a couple secret places on my body that can send me close to over the edge. I take a hit of my new poppers and let him work and work.

Soon I lie down and he’s riding my cock. He clamps down on. Hard.

“Christ,” I bark, “you’re as tight as a bad condom.” And we both laugh. He collapses forward and stops up my mouth his tongue.

We fuck. I get off the bed and get his head hanging off to bed and skull fuck him. Spit. Fuck. Slow, slow, to the hilt. Gag. Pull those long strands of spittle out. Kiss.

I swing him around, still on his back. “Now take a hit of poppers.” He does. I want to watch the ripple through his expressive face. We fuck. Slow, but with full on strokes that shake the bed. I catch myself in the mirror, and for a moment I’m convinced I look hot.

Eventually we stop. I spin him around again, his head towards me, but still supported by the bed this time. I bend over him so my left armpit is in his face as I nuzzle and lick his rightt pit. We are both scent pigs. We lick and chew and kiss, long and slow. And repeat with the other side. The kiss this time is long and lingering. Hot and tender combined.

Too soon I have to breed. He’s expecting the roommate anytime. I eat hole, thrust in. Eat. Thrust and spew. I cum and cum. I collapse on his chest. I love watching his face as I shoot. Totally fulfilled. We kiss again. I pull out. He swings around to catch the drips from my cock. I lick around his hole, teasing a little of my load out of him.

“Please let me keep it, Sir.” How can you say no to that?

I am beat. I make it to my room and doze. I eat a little. Four hours later I’m ready again. I check in on HotCumLoads. He has two guys--one in each hole. And a bottom who is trying to steal cock from him. The couple gives way to me, and surprisingly leave as I eat and fuck. He’s been busy. But I decide to wait a bit.

A hot versatile Puerto Rican wants to play. He tells me he has a 9 X 6 cock. I remind him I’m not vers, and he says that’s fine. I go to his room, we suck each other--but it’s not right. We both need a hungry bottom--and they all seem to have gone to the closing dance. (And some how his “9 X 6 fits perfectly on top of my 8.5 X 6 cock. With mine just a little longer…those Caribbean rulers….)

I go back to HCL. The couple has returned. They fuck him. They watch me eat his ass---and cum one last time up his now pleasantly familiar hole. A fitting way to end MAL 2012.