Chicago—May, 2022
I
had a quick dinner and made some notes about the Master and the boy for my
future write up. Then I logged into
BBRT. The quick connect and the party
ads are overflowing with men. But
everyone is a cumdump. No one seems to
want to actually have or want a true sex party.
I look around and select two who seem interesting. During my time, a top friend lets me know I
should visit a guy he’s whoring out. I
get room numbers for the three. I might
not make it to all three if one of them is superb. But I have options—and I like that…
I go up a few floors. I start with CommunityCumhole. (Yes, that is his real handle. I asked and he wants to be identified here
with it—it’s good business.) He has a
great reputation and I know is based in the Midwest. We have not met.
The door is shut but the lock is taped over. I give one rap and push it open. There is not much light, but I can easily see
a larger man fucking the lithe ginger on all fours on the bed nearest the window. He finishes up. He does not add a hash mark to the butt
cheek, so I assume he did not cum. He
zips up and leaves.
I move behind CC and kneel. My tongue sinks into his used hole. He is very wet. My cock goes from erect to swollen. I lap some out rather noisily and spit it back
into him. He groans—and I don’t want him
to think I’ve come just to eat his prize…
I stand up.
My cock glides in. Easily and
smoothly. I fuck. The cum he’s taken froths. I pull out, lick it up and spit it on his
hole before fucking it back inside.
The door opens.
An extremely handsome guy in his 30’s comes in. He strokes himself to hardness as I fuck, his
big cock jutting from the fly of his jeans.
I nod to him and pull out. I stroke and he proceeds to throw a very hard
fuck into CC. I love watching this hot,
Italianate man plow into the white, white skin of the ginger on the bed. He suddenly pulls out. Is he a silent cummer? I offer the magic marker to him, but he
shakes his head as he forces that hot, hard cock back into his jeans and zips
up.
I go back to eating CC’s hole and then fuck him
again.
The door opens.
A couple comes in. One quite big,
one quite small. The small guy unzips—and
begins a jack rabbit fuck the moment I pull out. His friend or boyfriend strokes—but never
touches anyone. The small guy suddenly grunts. He marks CC’s ass—and he leaves with the
bigger guy, just getting his cock back in his pants as they go out the door.
I go back.
There is a froth of cum around his hole.
I clean it up. I stand to go back
in—and an alarm goes off. CC has to get
ready for a function. I tell him I will
come back another day.
I go up a flight.
This door is actually ajar. I
walk in. My top friend, big and Black,
smiles at me and tells me to unzip. I
do. A mousy man is rutting hard into a
50 something out-of-towner on all fours at the foot of the bed. Mousy Man looks at me over his shoulder. He fucks even harder—and shoots a load.
“Let this tall daddy clean your dick,” says the
host. (He knows me too well!) I do--savoring the cum. I also save some to reverse felch back into
the cumdump. I still don’t even know
what this pig looks like, except he has a shapely butt. I spit and push it deep. The cumdump groans.
“He’s a nasty man,” says the equally nasty man who’s
hosting this guy.
I stand up and fuck.
He’s juicy and loaded. I
fuck. Hard and fast. I make his loads froth. I spend time licking them up and spitting
them back in. I fuck. I am near loading him.
The door opens and it’s a drunk. The host moves fast to steer him out, buy my
moment is gone. I fuck some more, make
him clean my dick and tell the guy I need a break.
I go down the elevator and to the other tower of the
hotel. This one is a duo. Two friends or
partners, in their 20’s, according to the profile. I open their door. One is in a sling and the other on all fours
on an arm chair. The one in the sling is
getting fucked. A guy is watching and
stroking. I fuck the blindfolded guy in
the chair. It’s very low—so I am doing
deep knee bends to fuck.
The guy in the sling has a hood on. He takes the load. I fuck him next. He grunts as I piston in and out in his loads…and
then he holds up his hand, in need of a break.
I go back to the one in the chair.
My dick is covered in cum.
“I have cum for you from your friend.” I push in.
The pig grunts—and after a dozen strokes asks me to
stop. “No dicks refused…” I mutter as I
zip up, quoting part of their ad. I shut
the door.
I go back up to the cumpig with my friend. They are surprised I’m back. I just make a beeline to the bed. There is more load oozing from this man. I lap it.
I fuck.
And I shoot my load in with the countless loads all
ready in his guts…
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