MAL Day One

Thursday, January 2012

I am in the air, flying to DC, just beating the winter storm sweeping across Lake Michigan. It’s a bumpy, baby wailing, flight, but I don’t care. I land at the Baltimore/DC airport this time and figure out the train to Union Station with ease.

I have the room to myself tonight. It will be flooded with roomies tomorrow.

An early dinner.

Read a little.

Check in to BBRT to see what room HotCumLoads is in. This tall, good looking, furry man was my first and last partner last year. He’s here, and throwing a door cracked open gangbang tonight. He’s sent a party posting--door opens at 7:30. I give him an hour to get lubed up. Then head down two flights to his room.
The door is cracked. The room is dark, save for a lamp with a red bulb. I enter. He is sprawled on the bed, furry cheeks toward the door. He smiles over his shoulder at me. I kneel, fully dressed, and taste his hole. The fur in his crack is damp. He tells me he has maybe two up there. I probe deeper with my tongue. I can taste some cum, but just barely. I strip down quickly and give him my cock to suck. He is getting me hard as the door opens. A young black man comes in and watches us. He pull his jeans down around his thighs and strokes as I get up, get HCL onto all fours and enter him. I am fucking him slow and easy. The young man pulls up his pants and leaves. I shrug and plow HCL a little harder.

Soon the door is opened again. It’s a hot daddy, barrel chested, with a high n’ tight haircut. He strips down. I turn HCL so he can suck the new comer. I eat HCL’s hole. Yeah, I’ve churned some and pulled it out with my big cock head. I lap it up and then re-enter him. I fuck him hard enough that it pushes him into Daddy. I have him turn around and present that hole to daddy. HCL stands and bends over the bed onto my cock and Daddy goes up him. He fucks fast and hard.

The door opens. A faux hawked guy, early 40’s, with a slight gut and a bulging pair of 501’s enters. He strips. Daddy lets the new man taste the hole. Faux Hawk is up HCL in a flash. I pull out of his mouth and line up for my turn back in the hole. Faux Hawk grabs my cock as he’s fucking, says “Shit?!” and gives way to me. He watches intently as I enter. Daddy moves around and is getting his cock sucked as I plow the boy. Soon Faux Hawk is sitting on Daddy’s face.

We all take another turn up his hole.

The door opens. The young man is back. He strips, sits in a chair and watches us, stroking.

I am fucking HCL again. He’s still standing on the floor, bent over the bed. Faux Hawk is getting sucked by him--suddenly he grunts and shoots in HCL’s mouth. HCL takes it, spits it into his hand. I know what he wants. I pull out and he fingers it into his hole. This makes the young guy in the chair stand up and enter him. He thrusts hard and cums quickly. I clean his cock, and dive for the hole. People are dressing, but I’m lost in licking him clean. When I surface the room is empty. I have HCL sit on my face. He opens his furry hole to my probing tongue, but I don’t get much--I’ve cleaned him too well.

I fuck a little more. Then suggest I let him have some more fun--and I’ll check back in an hour.

I do just that. When I walk back into the room, a fuck is in process. It’s an older Black man. I watch and strip. He cums up HCL loudly. I ask to clean his cock. He lets me--giving me that surprised look many tops do when I suggest it. But he’s glad I like it. He groans as I take him to the root. His cock is still leaking jizz. I swab it up--and deliver it to HCL overflowing hole. His hole is running freely now. I taste the mix of cum. My tongue goes deep. He tells me he’s up to nine loads.

It’s like a switch. I need to fuck. Now. I plunge into him. He watches me in the full length mirror across the room. I look up. I catch his eye in the mirror and I empty load ten up his grasping, velvety hole…

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I wake up at 3:00 am. He’s still not here. I had agreed to let a handsome pig, who is one of my favorite porn stars, crash in my room as his flight was so late. With the weather, it’s even later now.

I slowly fall back asleep.

A knock on the door sits me bolt upright.

He’s here. We greet each other. He’s beat. He heads straight for the other bed. The chain tattoo that entwines his body, is even hotter on his spectacular arms in person. He kneels by my bed, pulls back the covers and sucks me to hardness.

“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna want you in me.”

We talk a little more. He turns out the light. In the half light from the curtained windows I can just make out his muscular body lying face down on the bed next to me.

A man who’s videos I use in my playroom; a man who I’ve jerked off to thinking about pissing up his hole; this same man is going to be bred by someone--then welcome me into his ass on Friday. And with that thought, I drift to sleep…