CLAW Friday Afternoon--CumDump

Cleveland—April, 2018

I had a rather lazy morning.  I wrote the post after a big breakfast.  I waited in the room until the Professor arrived from the airport.  We had some lunch and toured the Vendor Mart. When we got back to the room, the Professor napped after his very early airport run.  And I got online to get some ass.  I talked to several with no concrete results.  I finally just went to the room of the man I met years ago at a Cum Union…where he was given the name Cowboy Boots in that write up—as that was all he wore as he took dick after dick.  The last time I  saw him was at IML.  I found him in the host hotel, with a dimly lit room and ass up on the bed.  He may be a cum dump, but he enjoys the fucking—and lets me take my time getting to the loading.  I stripped down and knelt behind his thick ass…

The first taste sends electric currents through my dick.  It hardens without my touching it.

“I had eight loads in me before I took a break,” he mutters.  He’s been to the Vendor Mart, too—and thought it better to rinse them out. 

He may be empty of other men’s semen—but his ass is self lubing like crazy.  My tongue is getting him wetter and wetter.  I slurp and swallow.  I stand up.  I push into him with my super hard cock. 

He grunts his appreciation.  The poppers open.  He huffs.  His hole responds to the vapor--and my dick pounding him into submission.  I slow down and, bending my knees slightly, attack his hole from a different angle.  He groans again and tells me how good I feel inside him.

I pull out.  I kneel and slurp up all the new ass jizz my cock has created.  His hole is puffy from all the weekend action.  I open it some more, stand up and give him my cock again.

The door opens.  A very young man comes in.  He unzips and tries to get himself hard.  He watches me plowing very intently.  I make sure that I slow the stroke down and show him just how much dick Cowboy Boots is taking.  Finally, I am pulling all the way out and fucking into him to the hilt on each stroke.  The young man never full erects—and leaves.

“A bottom,” says Cowboy Boots.  “I’d have shared your dick with him.”

I laugh, pull out and let him swing around to taste his ass juices covering the entire shaft of my cock.

 

We fuck some more.

When I break the next time, I ask if he’ll sit on my face.  I lie down on the rumpled bed and have him stand on the floor.  He lowers that magnificent ass to my face—grinding his butt against my hardened tongue and my beard.  He revels in pleasuring himself, fucking himself on my tongue, massaging his ass crack with my now silky beard and mustache.

I’m finally getting close.  I really want to empty my balls before the sex party tonight.  I get up and get him back on all fours—his favorite position. I pump into him.  My pace increases.  I’m so close to breeding, but can’t quite make it happen.

I pull out, roughly, making him gasp.

I kneel and give him one last tonguing.  That does it.  With my beard coated in ass juice, I stand up and fuck my load into him.  His ass squeezes every drop out of me….