MAL Day Three

A day of connections...not just friction…


I get up earlier than I want to, but I’m ravenous.

Breakfast.

Reading.

Typing the blog.

Which makes me ready to fuck.

I dress: Yellow jock, combat boots, leather wrist bands, and cover it all with the Air Force flight suit for walking the halls.

The Event: A top has got two bottom boys in one room. The guest list is impressive. It is to start at 1pm. I leave my room at 1:30pm--so there will be cum in their holes.

I knock. The host opens the door. He’s graying, 50+ and fully dressed.

Everyone else in the room is naked.

There are maybe 15 guys. There seems to be only the one bottom, but he’s hot as hell. Latino, maybe 25 in a red jock, dark hair matted with sweat. He wears a bottle of poppers around his neck on a chain. He’s on all fours, on one of the two beds, taking a cock every bit as big as mine. The top is a muscled guy I know socially from last year’s MAL. Everyone else is watching and jacking, or watching and jacking their neighbor. I strip. I toss the coverall behind the chair. The top pulls out. I kneel and lick his hole. A murmur goes around the room. My cock is still waking up, so a thick cocked top with no length takes his turn. He’s the first to cum in his hole in my presence. I remove my cock from somebody’s mouth and felch the load.
An eager black top steps up to take his turn.

I am pulled toward the sling by a cute otter. The invite had stated others could bottom, so I start rimming his furry hole as soon as he’s in place. He’s tight. And he tells me so. I apply extra lube to my cock, rise and inch my way in. He’s a good fuck, though you can tell he doesn’t bottom with my size often. He finally asks me for a break.

I’m in the zone. I go directly to the center of attention, and insert my dick. He moans and says something in Spanish I don’t understand--but I get the general idea--so I fuck him harder. The dark, untrimmed hair on his ass is matted and used-- and so plainly visible against my white dick on each backstroke. I stop and taste what I’ve pulled out of him. A good mix of load…

He’s one of those boys made to be fucked. He takes everyone in the room who can get it up. Even the other bottoms. I go back to the otter on the other bed. He rides me. Nest up is a hairy, tattooed, Hollywood handsome, thirty-something in a harness. He is sucking and getting fucked, prepping all the men to enter the Latino. I eventually get Harness in the sling. My cock makes him see something miles above me. He starts talking dirty. Loud. He has two other men working his chest and, eventually another in his mouth. He finally stops me, only because he wants his own turn up the boy.

The room is emptying. A guy who looks 18 and is likely 21 has come in. He pulls out a thin long cock and begins slapping it on the cummy ass of the Latino. We all watch. I finally go over and taste the now well used hole. I lick. Spit it back in. This drives the young one crazy. I get out of the way and he plunges in. He fucks him hard. Soon he pulls out and makes the bottom clean his cock, which the Latino does with delight. I taste the hole again.

Harness all but pushes me aside he’s so ready to bust a nut. He gets his cock just inside the hole and shoots. I clean him, clean the hole, and look enquiringly at the young top.

“You fuck in that load.”

I do. Then I pull out and take it to the Latino’s mouth as the young top enters him. We play with this rotation for a long time.

A few guys are sucking each other now. The host has a great looking cock down his throat. Other guys fuck and load the boy. I have one other ass, hardly worth mentioning as he couldn’t take me for more than a couple of strokes….

The young top and I move the Latino to the sling. We take turns there. The young top still hasn’t shot. He has me lie down on the bed. He wants to see the Latino ride me. Once he’s mounted, he kneels between my legs. His face is just inches from my cock entering him. I so hope he’ll lick my balls, but no such luck. He could have seen me cum if he had done that…

The Latino, who has been very vocal during most of the event, is quieter now. He’s focused on my eyes. He slows his bouncing enough to bend and kiss me. We’re good. We kiss, barely grinding cock and ass together.

When we come up for air we realize, people are thinning fast. I don’t know where or when the young top went--I know he didn’t shoot. A new, handsome 40 something blond has walked in. He just pulls his cock out. I see him out of the corner of my eye and whisper to the bottom he needs to greet his new guest. He disengages and goes to kneel in front of the new comer. I watch and stroke. Soon the Latino rises and bends over in front of the blond. He enters. In less than ten strokes he’s shooting. The Latino turns and cleans his cock.

“Come here,” I say. He starts to sit on my cock again. “No. Up here.” He sits on my face. The recent load pours out. I hungrily swallow. The bottom groans. Gravity works. I get more and more. He finally can’t take it any longer. He slides off my face, and down my chest just enough to kiss me. He swabs out everything I haven’t swallowed. He calls me Daddy and settles in my arms. I feel his ass drip on my thigh. We become the only two people in the room.

The host calls a break. We disengage. I get dressed. With balls still loaded. I go up one flight to 475 the room of J, the porn star who had stayed in my room. He’d been online earlier--and recovered. I’m hoping his door might be cracked. It is. I knock and enter. The maid is making the bed. No sling, no luggage, nothing. He’s gone.

I drop him a line of BBRT saying I must have written the room down wrong. No response. I go out to grab a sandwich. And come back. There’s a flashing response. He’s moved to a suite. Come down--he’s loaded….

The door is cracked, a hanger wedged in it so it can’t shut. I knock and enter. A built Black man is fucking J. I go over, kiss him, tweak a nipple and see the thickest cock I have ever seen in my life on the man fucking him. And J is taking like it’s pretzel. I strip out of the coverall. J and I kiss again. I beat his mouth with my cock. I spit in it, turn his head and fuck his face. The Top reaches up and hangs from the sling frame. He never misses a beat in fucking that hairy hole. Finally he slows and pulls out. I try to take him in my mouth. I can’t. I feel totally inadequate. My eye teeth scrape him, and I’m not even close to taking in the head. He pats my head and pushes me towards Jake’s hole. He busies himself around the room--prepping it for more people. He dresses, kisses J goodbye and leaves me to fuck.

I finally enter him. I feel tiny after the width of the other. But J’s hole responds and clasps me tightly. I fuck. I make him suck his ass juice/earlier loads off my cock. We kiss, we spit…We are both totally into letting me take charge of this hot, tatted man.

The door opens. Two white bread young men wander in--in regular street clothes. They both fuck him briefly, one even cums. I think they can feel the vibe in the room is not for them and take off.

I fuck in the load. Soon J is out of the sling and sitting on my face. He revels in my tongue cleaning him. He stays in place, his full ass all but smothering me. Finally he gets off me and we kiss. We explore each others mouths. Ears. Necks. Armpits. We can’t get enough of each other’s scent in our beards. Then mixing those scents on our tongues. We stay on the floor, holding caressing and licking.

And a prissy queen walks in, sees J and wants him in full top mode. It’s not happening now--after we had gone to some totally different place…The queen natters on about J’s films--and I finally say we are calling it quits to get rid of him. He wanders off. I shut the door. But what ever we‘d created is lost. We both feel more tired than anything else. I leave him to crash--as do I.

When I awake, I have two insistent men online. Neither are in the hotel. One I talked to last year--and eventually find out I met at a Chicago piss party. He wants my piss. The other, a decent looking older blond, wants my fist. He’s coming to the hotel to a party the host had asked me to. I suggest to both, we meet there.

David, the pissee, arrives at the room while I’m still getting into chaps and harness. He looks so much hotter than his pictures: strong, chiseled features, nice hairy body and in full gear. We go down a few flights. The suite is laid out with slings and fuck bench. The blond is there--older than his pics. David greases up and start to fuck the blond. He soon stops and gives way to me. I slip in and fuck. I realize I’m cover in shit. This man who wants to be fisted has not even started to clean out. I wash. As I come out of the bathroom, I see a guy filling a syringe in the far corner. David and I make our excuses and get the fuck out of there.

We are back in my room. He asks for piss up his ass eventually. He keeps feeding me his piss so my load will be huge. We suck, we fuck, we drink piss. Finally, as I’m fucking him doggy style, I fill his ass and fuck in it. He tells me he could cum, hands free, as I do that.

We play more. But I never cum. He is holding his for a play party off site I have no interest in. We kiss--and he starts rubbing my back. I so need it. I melt. And he has great hands. Strong. He did things with his forearms like no one has ever done to me. We lay content and sighing…and all the roomies arrive.

David leaves. I eat a salad I’ve bought earlier. The food perks me up.

And my cock needs release.

I go down two floors to HotCumLoads. His door is cracked. He’s alone and blindfolded again. I taste his over flowing hole. Insert. Fuck. Explode. I collapse and clutch his furry back, wishing I could sleep right there, still inserted in his clenching hole.