IML--Two Asses On Offer

Chicago—May, 2016

I wanted some connected play for my first night at IML.  There was a boy in my hotel who was offering all sorts of service—including piss and forced ass licking.  I asked if he was ready for more cock.  He politely told me he was declining for I was too big for his ravaged holes. 

Back to the drawing board. 

I fired up BBRT and looked over the mega list of holes on offer—maybe I’d settle for more of a pump and dump after all.  But one caught my eye.  “Two asses side by side.  Compare and choose where to unload.” And I knew the host:  Cowboy Boots.

I went to the Congress Hotel and climbed the stairs to the sixth floor.  (I hate the elevators there.) The door was ajar—held open by the security chain.

“We’re in here.”

It’s a huge suite.  I go left into the bedroom.   Cowboy Boots is on all fours—a neoprene jock accenting his full ass.  On the other bed sits a man I haven’t seen in years—actually not since I started playing raw.  Cowboy Boots tells me to get comfortable.  He doesn’t recognize me with my clothes on.  The other man says he’ll go into the other room.  It’s easy to convince him to strip and stay.  “I came here for two holes,” I tell him.

I am naked but for jock and boots.  I kneel behind CB and start to rim.  He’s loaded.  I slurp and swallow as he groans.  My right hand snakes over and plays around the very wet hole of Jay as I continue to eat out CB. 

Then I switch.  Jay groans as my tongue tastes the loads in his butt.

Only then do I identify myself.  Cowboy Boots and I have just fucked at CLAW.  Jay reminds me that I was the first man to fist him.

But I give him my dick tonight.

“Here it is raw,” I tell him.  I fuck him…then the other.  Transferring seed from one hole to the next.

The door opens.  A Black top comes in—looking like he stopped by the hotel on the way home from the grocery store what with all the bags he’s carrying.  He strips and starts to rim Jay.  He has a big uncut cock.  He fucks Jay as I ravage CB.

We stay in those holes a long time.  I finally get the other top to try the other ass.  He licks at the wet hole and enters CB roughly as I do the same to Jay.

We trade again.  This time I ask to taste his dick as it pulls out.  He gladly let me do it—and asks if I’m a bottom, too.

Cowboy Boots checks the door.  It’s closed.  He opens it and eight men troop in.  We are suddenly performing for them—getting them hard so they can take their turn. As soon as they are hard, the Black top and I step aside for the fresh recruits.  Two Asian men in their thirties step forward and fuck.

They switch.

A big bear fucks and unloads in CB.

A young Black guy with a dick that looks like mine but in ebony goes back and forth.

I take a turn again.

This time the young Black cleans the extra jizz off my cock.

And so it goes.  About half the group gets off—but seven of them leave.  A thinner Asian man with a nice upturn dick stays.  We take turns as the first top reclines on the bed and watches us.  Eventually he gets up and all but pushes me out of the way to get into Jay.

“I think we should try a DP,” I tell the thin top.  He likes this, a lot.  I lie down on the bed and let CB sit on my dick.  The hooked cock pokes in.  He grunts at the tightness.  It feels terrific—that cock fucking along the length of mine.

My dick slides out.  We re-position.  It is even hotter.  CB grunts about how full he feels.

On the other bed, the first top fills Jay with a load.  He rolls to the side and demands I clean him up. 

The hooked dick goes up Jay.  The moment I have licked every drop of semen off the uncut meat, the hooked cock fires up Jay.

The thin man lets me clean him, also—and watches in wonder as I felch the mixed loads.  I stand, insert and fuck.

The mix of semen in his ass feels too good.  I shoot, too.  Breeding him for the first time. 

“I can’t wait to read about this tomorrow,” Cowboy Boots tells me as I dress to leave.

I hope he likes it…

Flooding the Pump and Dump

Kalamazoo—June, 2015

The picture of his butt was gorgeous:  milky white with a tan line, hairless and full.  There were just enough other pictures in his profile to prove he was for real, though no face picture anywhere.  He said he was a visitor to the area and wanted a pump and dump.  And he was doing the work of gathering the men—none of this “you must have so many top friends” nonsense.  It was actually on an afternoon I could duck out early from work and go. 

So, of course, I did.  At exactly the given time, I found the motel door with his number.  A wadded up face towel propped open his door, just as he’d said he would leave it.  I pushed into the dark room—wondering if I’d be the first one there.  Not by a long shot.  Three men were there and working that hot butt over.  I stumbled towards a couch to get out of my clothes in the half-light glinting from the cracked bathroom door.  One man was fucking that hot ass.  Another was in his mouth and the third was licking the ass of the top who was fucking the pig.  It was only as my eyes got used to the lack of light, and as I was slipping my boots back on, that I realized I knew all the men working over the out of towner.  The man in the hot looking ass was a tall, thin, sandy haired guy of about my age who has appeared sporadically in these pages—usually for scenes just like this.  The man in the pig’s mouth was the sandy haired guy’s younger partner—a thin, Hispanic versatile bottom who I’d only ever seen top.   The man eating ass was a true versatile I hadn’t seen since I started writing this blog.  He’s about my age—maybe slightly younger—with cropped dark hair and decently put together.  And a total pig.  This VersFucker is as big a felcher, fister, cum addict and piss player as I am…

The Hispanic pulls out of the Pig’s mouth and drops to his knees in front of me to get me fully hard.

“You’ll love this ass,” the Sandy Haired Top tells me.  “He has two loads in it.”

“Am I late?”

“Some guys needed to come early,” pants the Pig. 

I pull out of the Hispanic’s mouth and stick my now hard dick in the Pig’s mouth.  He is not as good with his tongue as my fluffer.  I hope his ass is better.  I look down at his face contorted with my big cock, poppers and a rough fuck happening.  I ruefully admit that I now understand why he didn’t have a face pic in his profile.  It doesn’t matter, I tell myself.  You’re here to load his butt…not paint his portrait. 

SandyHairedTop pulls out of the Pig‘s ass.  VersFucker pulls him into his mouth to clean the accumulated cum off his long, thin dick.  I move around to inspect the ass.  It has a single drop of cum on the pucker. 

“Eat that hole,” VersFucker mumbles around the cock still in his mouth.

I don’t need an invitation.  I lick and swallow the mix of the unknown men’s seed.   

The Pig groans into the bedspread.  “Eat my fucked up hole.”

I do—leaving copious amounts of spit and even some of the cum my tongue pulls out.  I stand up and enter him.  He’s had five dicks in him—but he still winces with mine.  As I hold still to let him get used to it, the door opens and an older Black man walks in.  He strips, never taking his eyes off my fucking.  I love the sloppy ‘splat’ of each stroke into his ass.

I give way to SHTop to go back up his hole.  My dick is cleaned by VersFucker.  The Hispanic is blowing the black.  VersFucker keeps all the juices from off my cock on his tongue and spits them into the Pig’s open mouth.  Then VF face fucks the Pig. 

The Hispanic is next up the Pig’s ass.  Then VF fucks the Pig as the Black man, with an underwhelming endowment, is fellated by the cum dump.  The Black is next up the hole.  And he shoots, all but on the first stroke.  VF dives into it before I can.  He licks the ass clean, all but smacking his lips.  The Hispanic wants to fuck in the fresh load.  He does, and it sends him over the edge, too.  Four loads and counting. 

SHTop and I take turns on the Pig.   VersFucker is more than content to eat the hole of whoever is fucking at the moment. 

I lay down on the floor.  “Ride me.”  The Pig gets off the bed for the first time.  He sits on my dick.  It’s easier for him this way.  I love the extra loads in there, smoothing the way.  SHTop straddles my chest and fucks the face of the bouncing Pig.  VersFucker is snorting into my balls while he licks up all the cum that gravity is bringing out of the ass of the Pig as he impales himself on me.

I think about cumming…but hold off.  I want to be last.

“I want to shoot in his butt.”  SHTop helps the Pig off my cock and gets him slightly bent on the bed.  He enters him and shoots his load between the swollen ass lips of the Pig.

“Fuck, yes,” the Pig grinds out.

VersFucker is whispering in my ear.  “Will you?  He says he likes it.”

I nod.  I look at the men ringing the bed who have shot their loads, then turn to the Pig.  “This fucker wants me to piss your ass.  You good with that?”

“Can you?”

I don’t deign to answer, I just manhandle him into the bathroom.  I bend him over the counter.  VersFucker squirms between the bottom’s legs, his face right below the hole I’m about to enter.  I jerk, take another swig of Gator-Ade and insert my cock.  VF licks it as it goes in—and on the backstroke as I begin to fuck.  I do a dozen or so strokes and then hold deep in his hole.  I can feel the piss sluicing through my gut.  It erupts into the Pig’s gut.  More and more—I can’t stop pissing.  Some escapes around my dick—VF is right there lapping it up, not letting any hit the tiled floor.  Finally I stop.  I begin fucking very slowly.  I begin to churn that mixture of piss and five loads of cum.  Some sloshes out of his hole.  VF snorts and laps—in his own personal pig heaven.  The guys who’ve shot are all watching crowded in the door.  I love the great mix of envy, disbelief and lust on their faces.

“You ready?” I bark out to VF.

He grunts, licking some piss off my balls.  I pull my cock out.  Piss and cum sluice out onto VF’s chest—but only for a moment--his mouth is right there, clamped to the hole to swallow it all. 

“Push it into his mouth,” I instruct the Pig.  He does.  We all watch VF swallow.  I have rarely seen a man with a dick so hard. His crimson cock is ready to explode with each gulp of ass piss.

I step back in.  I need to shoot myself.  I get VF’s face out of the way and fill the Pig’s ass with my drooling penis.  Three strokes and I explode.  I marinate for a moment, then pull out.  I step to the side and push VF’s face into my cock slime leaking out of the puffy, used hole.

VF shoots.  But keeps eating.

The Pig groans contentedly into the counter top.

And, all inside of an hour, we are dressed and gone.  

CLAW Day One: Tight

Cleveland—April, 2015

I open the door to my room at the Hampton Inn, the overflow hotel at CLAW (Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend).  It’s huge.  It’s a suite.  I had forgotten.  It was the only room to be had as I’d had to make my reservations rather late. There is a sitting room that can easily take the sling and rimseat and keep the bedroom for sleep.  Or not.

Today I’m on my own.  By Friday night I will have Roger with me—the fisting top who gave me his hole for his first fist.  I unpack the car—two suitcases (one of leather, the other filled with the rimseat and toys), the sling bag, the poles, the tea maker.  Leather men don’t travel light.

I went off to the main hotel to register before they close for the night.  It's just own the road from mine.. 

“What color lanyard, Sir, for you badge?”

I looked down at the table where they were bunched in groups—mostly black, a few green, a few blue, a few red…

“It better be yellow.”

The cashier grinned and fastened the deep yellow lanyard to the name badge.

It’s always a slow start on Thursday night, but I like to be there from the beginning.  I didn’t have the room set up yet, so I spent no time online looking for a bottom.  I had clicked on the BBRT party section.  Three men were looking for loads.  I chose the one where two partners were both available.  I found the elevator and went up.  The room number was tucked into a back corner—but they had thoughtfully put a sign out in the main hall:  Cum Dump and with an arrow pointing to where to turn.

It’s tight.  There is just enough room at the end of the bed to fuck him.  They have set up a sling, but the beautiful young ass is on the corner on the bed, on all fours, with a hood covering his head to make it totally anonymous.  His older partner sits at the desk.  He nods to me and tells me to go ahead.  Another man I recognize is there too.  He has stripped down to as jock.  I just take off my leather jacket and tuck it under a chair that is wedged between the wall and the bed.  I open my jeans and kneel, sticking my tongue into the proffered hole.

“Has he taken any loads?” the other man asks.

“A few,” the partner answers. 

If he has, they are deep in his gut.  I can’t taste them.  The other man thoughtfully spreads the Boy’s ass cheeks apart so my tongue can go deeper.  The Boy grunts into the bed clothes.  My cock erects.  I stand up.  The Boy is maybe 30, likely Hispanic, with a deep bronz skin tone.  His bubble butt is full and inviting.  The picture I had seen of his front showed beautiful abs.

I slap my cock against his hole.  The Boy grunts.

“Put it in,” says my helper.

I do.

He’s tight.

The Boy gasps.

“Fuck him hard,” hisses the helper.

I fuck, my hips making slapping sounds on the full butt.

The partner never even looks at me.

The door opens.  A 30-something Cub in a hoodie comes in.  He opens his fly and strokes as he watches me fuck.  I make way for him by pulling out and sitting on the wedged in place chair.  The Cub bends to taste the hole.  He must like what I’ve done in there, for he kneels and rims him a long time.  Eventually he sticks his rather average cock in the boy’s ass.

We share him—back and forth.

“Can we use the sling?”  the Cub asks.

The partner nods, and finally pays attention to what we are doing to his boy, and not look for more cock.  I let the Cub use him first.  The change in position does it for the Cub.  He fills the Boy with seed.

I let the helper clean the dick of the Cub.   The helper and I share a moment of mutual felching, our two tongues taking turns on poking into the cummy ass.

I fuck in the newly seeded hole.

With it now frothing, it inspires the helper’s erection.  He takes a turn on the Boy in the sling as I stroke.

“I’m available,” the partner tells me, “if you want.”

“I came for the both of you,” I tell him.  We fuck noisily on the bed as the other two use the sling.

When it’s my turn again in the Boy, the helper whispers to me that the Boy loved hearing his partner used.

A Black man of about 30 comes in.  “I saw the sign and had to see,” he says as he sticks his cock in the spermed hole.  He adds more in no time.

A hot daddy has arrived.  The helper is fluffing him to readiness.

We change back to the bed.  On all fours, the cum oozes out of his ass.  I bend, catching it on my tongue before it hits the bedspread.  I know I’m ready.  I stick my cock in, making sure that the Daddy who’s being fellated sees it all.

I cream a nice four day load into him.

“Come felch some of this,” I tell the helper.

He does—and takes a mouthful of our mixed seed to the Boy’s mouth. 

The Daddy steps up and sinks his cock into the remains of my cum…

And I go home to bed.

Cum Dump/Piss Dump

North of home—October, 2013

“I’ll be in your area tonight,” he typed.  “Come up and breed me.  Like piss up my ass 2.”

He didn’t mention that we’d played once before when he was commuting between cities.  I recognized the ancient picture in his profile.  He didn’t particularly look like the picture back then, I was sure he’d look even less like the handsome man in the picture now.  But I had been stood up for an afternoon session.  I was horny.

“Just a pump and dump is fine,” he wrote, not waiting for me to say yes or no.

"OK,” I typed back and we set the time he thought he’d be there and cleaned out.

I drove to the hotel, right on time.   As arranged, I sent him a text:  “You ready?”

My phone beeped.  “Yessir.  214”

“Prop the door open.  Ass up.”

“Yessir.”

I went in…

 His room is at the far end of the second floor corridor of this more upscale hotel.  His door is open.  The room is dark.  I can see him by the light spilling from the open door of the bathroom.  He’s naked and on all fours on the bed.  He has a pillow over his head.  He is even bigger than he was last time.  I walk directly behind him.  The mound of ass flesh is pointed right at me.  He moans into the mattress as I undo my belt noisily.  The boots come off, the pants follow.  I unbutton my shirt and toss it onto my jeans on the floor. I lube my cock slightly from the travel bottle I brought.  I take a deep hit of my poppers.  I kneel and bury my face in his ass.

“AHH!”  You’d think I hurt him.  I spit in his hole.  There are asses I can eat for hours.  This ass is not one of those; it is just about getting it wet.  I lick and spit until the poppers subside and my head goes back to normal. 

I get up and slap my cock against his ass crack.

“You want this big cock?”

He mumbles something into the mattress.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I push it in roughly.  He gasps.  But he’s not tight.  I am in with little resistance.  I push my swollen cock in until my balls slap against him.  I hold and start a slow withdrawal.  His ass feels good, but loose.  I slap his ass hard.  He grunts and his ass canal tightens down on me.  I fuck him hard.  Until he is loose again.  I slap him just as hard on the other cheek. 

“Damn, Sir.  Fuck me with that raw dick.”

I don’t say anything.  I just keep fucking.

“Are you going to shoot in me, Sir?”  The pillow has pulled away from his head slightly so he can talk dirty to me.  “Will you be shooting a load in my ass?”

“Yeah,” I grunt out.  “If you’re lucky.”

He moans and goes back under the pillow.  I pull out.  I consider making him taste his ass, but frankly it feels like too much trouble.  I reach back and grab my water bottle from where I set it on the television.  I take a long swig.  My cock tells me I’m ready.  I move around and stick my hard cock back up him.

“Here.  Take my piss.”

I will myself to piss.  My cock twitches and starts spilling piss deep into his guts.  I can feel it go deeper than where my dick is lodged.  Soon, it backs up and covers my cock as well.  I am still hard—I start fucking in the hot liquid, forcing it deeper.

“Oh, my God, you pissed in me…you fucker.  You dirty fucker….you are so fucking nasty….” He drones on, half to the room, half to the pillow covering his head.

“Tighten up!”  I bark.  He’s loose again.  Really loose.  I want that piss deep in him, not all over the bed.  He tries.  And indeed, his rhythmic squeezing and gravity help get the piss where it needs to stay.

I fuck a while.  His hole is hotter from my piss.  I revel in that.  But soon it cools to normal.  and he gets lazy and lets himself go slack again.

I decide I’ve had enough.  I am not particularly close, but I think about Juan from a couple of days ago.  My cock swells.  I surprise myself.  I could cum in a few more strokes.

“You want this load in you?”

“Oh, Sir, I shouldn’t.  I shouldn’t take loads.  But give it to me.  I want to feel you cum in me…”

His rambling monologue helps.  I’m right there.

“Take it!”  I spurt.  Heavily is my guess.  It’s been two days.  I stay in him a moment.  I pull out.  A thin trail of white cum follows.  I push it back in with my right forefinger.

I dress quickly.  He starts to take the pillow off his head, but then thinks better of it.  His hand snakes back to his rather slack hole.  He fingers himself, pulling out some of my piss flavored seed and brings it to his mouth. 

I finish with my boots.  I slap his ass, affectionately and walk out the door.

IML Day One--Ass in the Afternoon

Chicago—May, 2013

I got out of the office 45 minutes early.  I took a mixture of back roads and the tollway straight into a huge traffic snarl the moment I hit the Dan Ryan expressway.  I was so sure that I’d left in time to beat a Friday rush hour.  But I was wrong, it seems.  It was backed up going into town—when I thought it would be a Memorial Day exodus of families from the city.  Who knew?

I am staying at the first overflow hotel.  It is literally across the street from the craziness of the host hotel.  I think I will like this arrangement.  I can walk over to tour the Vendor Mart, hook up with a hot boy or just cruise the lobby.  I will like our quieter hotel, as long as guys are able to negotiate a street crossing…and not insist they need cock just down the hall of their own hotel.

Bob, the man who was so busy on the fuckbench at the second CLAW Warehouse party, asked me that night (between my licking the cum out of his ass and my putting my cock in his dripping hole for the eleventh time) if I’d like to share a room at IML.  I agreed.  I have supplied the sling and rimseat.  I could only imagine what the bell captain thought when he tossed that big duffel bag on the luggage cart, making the chains rattle and the pipes clink.

Bob was in the two room suite when I got there.  He was naked and just about to start his clean out. Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his head and everywhere else on his body.  We hugged.  I got the sling set up as he went on with his shower.  As Bob stepped out of the tub, there was a knock on the door.  “Oh this guy wanted to come early, he called” I opened the door to the manliest man I have met in a long time.  Ben is 6’ 2”, big boned and had a package that mounded his jeans.  He had on a Nasty Pig vest that showed tons of curly dark hair at the neck.  His shaved head glinted in the light from the hallway.  I was soon to find he also had a plethora of tattoos on his arms and thighs.  In a word:  Hot.

They were all over each other.  I was sitting on the couch, checking BBRT as they moved into the bedroom, still in a kiss.  Ben absently swung the louvered door half way closed.  I could hear Bob unbuckling Ben’s pants.  I could hear sucking noises before Bob gagged.  I could hear the constant murmur of Ben telling his new boy what to do.

I opened my pants.  The door was open enough that if I walked towards it I could see them.  So I did.  Stroking...

Ben is fucking Bob.  Ben is standing, his pants around his ankles.  His chest in now bare, and showing off enough hair for two men.  Bob is lying on the edge of the bed, his legs up on those broad shoulders of Ben’s.  I watch Ben’s thick cock plow into him.  He turns and sees me.  I step back.  “Get in here and stick your dick in his mouth.”    

I strip.  And jump up on the bed.  Bob sucks me, but frankly, that’s not what he does that well—his talent is all in his ass.  I roll off the bed and hunker down to watch Ben drill.  Eventually he makes room for me. I enter.  Jesus.  I could shoot right then.  I have not gotten off for a week—and I’m feeling it.  I calm down and slowly fuck into him.

Then it’s Ben’s turn again.  When he pulls out, this time I get to suck his cock straight from the hole.  I fuck.  Eventually Bob rolls off the bed.  We each take a nipple of Ben’s and work it.  He pulls Bob up into his fragrant pits.  I raise his other arm, so we are cleaning him out simultaneously.  Then it’s more cock sucking and ass eating…..and we stop.

We want to save it for gangbang tonight.

They go off to dinner.  But I know I have to drop a load or I will last for ten seconds at the gangbang.  I dress in a leather shirt and tight 501’s and fire up BBRT.   I have my choice of cum dumps.  I pick a very young one who, in his profile picture, is coyly looking over his shoulder at the camera, while the camera is really focused on his great bubble butt.  He’s serious about it—he’s posted his room number right on the “quick connect ad” so I don’t even bother to talk to him.  His last sentence gives his load count: 16

The host hotel is swarming with leather men of every age.  I find the elevators easily.  And his room on one of the upper floors.  He’s duct taped the latch shut.  I push the door open.  The room is dark.  But I can see enough to know those pictures on his profile were taken 30 pounds ago.  I don’t care.  He is ass up on the bed, his head resting on his arms.  He starts to move.

“Don’t turn around.” 

I make a lot of noise undoing my belt buckle. I push my pants down to my boots.  I kneel and taste his ass.  He’s not lying about loads.  His ass is awash with sperm.  I lick some out.  He whimpers.  I am rock hard.  I know this will make me blow fast so I can have staying power for the gangbang tonight.

I enter him.  I don’t know if he has a talented ass or not.  It’s all about fucking in all that cum.  I fuck and fuck.  He sighs.  I think he’s about to tell me to breed him—so I pick up the pace and let my weeks worth of cum shoot out.  He groans.  He swivels around to clean me off.  I repack my spent, and slightly sticky, meat back into my jock and go find dinner.

Welcome to IML 2013!

Short, but Sweet--the NY pump and dump

Upstate New York—January, 2013

It was short and sweet.  And not how I usually play.  And it was probably the hottest sex I had in New York.

It was 10pm.  I had signed on to one of the more vanilla hook up sites, hoping there might actually be someone who could host.  I’d even told myself I’d break out the condoms, if that’s what it took to get some ass. The menu bar flashed.  It was a guy, claiming late 30’s, with no pictures at all.  Of course.  “Safe Sex ONLY” was his headline. He was in a motel in town for the night.  He was looking to get fucked.  Then, before I could answer, he sent another message, telling me it was really a pump and dump and he wanted to take loads.  I suddenly didn’t care what he looked like.  I even knew where his motel was located.  I was out the door and headed to room 336.

 He’s living the fantasy of so many bottoms.  The door is ajar.  I leave the stark light of the hallway into his dimly lit room. His full ass is in the air.  He’s not sure who is coming through the door.  His arm is thrown across his eyes. I can’t tell much about him, and I don’t care.  It’s been at least 10 days since I’ve fucked a hole.  All my sex since the dirty piss guy has been all oral in the bookstore and I need to breed.

He hears me undo my belt and pull down my pants.  I don’t even take off my boots.  I squirt some lube on my cock.  And kneel to taste his hole.

He gasps.  Not what he was expecting.  My tongue goes deep into his hole.    There is no evidence that anyone else has been here yet.  He flowers open with no work at all.  I spit deep into his ass.  His hole is hairy, which only gets me harder.  I jerk as I eat.  You can hear my fist on my cock in the stillness of the room.  I stand and insert. 

“Holy crap.”  He huffs poppers.  “Fuck me with that thing, stud.” 

I do.  I am pumping really fast and hard.  His ass feels great.  Incredibly silky.  Then I smell it.  Cum.  He’s been seeded.  The big flared head of my dick is pulling it out.  I pull out and taste his hole.  It’s right there now.  I swallow some of the load.

“You taste the fours loads I have up there?”

It’s my turn to groan.  I make his ass incredibly slick with the cum and my spit.  Then I am back up him.  My cock feels bigger and thicker than usual.

“Split me open, man.  Dump your seed in my hole.”

I am actually close.  “Do you want to taste some of their loads on my cock?”  I ask.

He grunts agreement.   

I pull out and bring it around to the side of the bed.  He uncovers.  He has a handsome face.  And a body he has stopped working on quite some time ago.  He grunts and eats the cum off my cock greedily. 

“Now fuck me.  Open me up for this Black guy who’s coming.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.  Claims to have 12 inches.”  This makes me fuck him harder.  I want to be there to see a true monster cock in this great ass.  But I can’t do it.  I can’t last.  Me.  The guy who fucks for hours…this hole has brought me off in ten minutes.  I shoot.  I shoot like I haven’t shot since I got to town two weeks ago.  It feels like I go on and on and on.  His ass is milking me and he is grunting obscenities as I spasm into his hole.  I collapse on his back.  I stay there for a long moment.  Then slide down, my cock pulling out of his hole, leaving a trail of now five mixed cum loads.  My tongue attacks his sloppy crack.

We both hit the poppers and I make a meal of his ass.  He calls me every name in the book.  “You are such a twisted fucker.”  I leave just enough cum to act as lube for the mega cock to come. 

But I am suddenly tired.  I might actually sleep tonight.  I pull up my pants and go home. 

Sated. 

Completely.

"Come Rape Me, Daddy"

Out of the blue I got an email from a man I first spoke with over two years ago.  He used to travel with his truck driver boyfriend and look for hook-ups where ever they did a layover.  We'd talked back then about a meet, but schedules had never worked out.  He wrote me at the very end of May.  He was driving truck by himself now.  He'd be in the town just north of me for the night, and needed some relief.  "Come rape me, Daddy," he wrote.  "I need to be used.  Be brutal with that big dick of yours.  No mercy..."

The place is packed.  It feels like every semi crisscrossing the state has parked here for the night.  I am behind a truck stop--greasy food and grimy showers inside, a huge parking lot behind outside.  His truck is easy to spot--it has very distinctive designs on the fenders of the cab.  I park in the area for cars quite some distance away.  I walk through the valley of the big rigs parked for the night.  It's not quite dark yet. I feel very exposed making my way back to his cab.  A trucker with a massive beard stares down on me from his seat high above.  His eyes follow me.  He knows just what I'm doing here, dressed in my camos and combat boots.  I wonder if he wants some, too...

I am suddenly at the rig.  The driver side door is ajar.  Just as he told me it would be.  I step up and swing into the driver's seat.  I pull the blackout curtain the rest of the way shut.  I've blacked out the last few rays of the setting sun and leaving us in gloom.  I turn around.  He has a weak lamped light burning over the bed. It makes more flickering shadows than real light.

And he's there. As he said.  On all fours.  Ass in the air.  White fabric stretched over a full, round ass.  His head is buried under his arms.  Without a word, my hand connects a solid smack on his ass.  It reverberates in the closeness of the cab.  He grunts.

"I told you a jock."  I am whispering.  Making him strain to hear me.

"I'm sorry, Sir.  I don't have one," he manages to gulp out before my hand comes down on his ass again.  Hard.

He whimpers.

I kneel, still full dressed, and peel the underwear slowly off his ass.  I bury my face in his hairy crack...just for a second.  He tastes of soap from his shower.  He moans now.  Contented.  I stand up and back hand his left ass cheek.  I proceed to undo the buttons on the camos.

"Turn around, Faggot.  You need to get my cock wet."

I am hard.  And my cock head drooling.

He raises his head.  I grab the bandanna out of my pocket and get it over his eyes before he can see me.  He starts to make a slight vocal protest, but thinks better of it.  He squirms around to suck my cock.  I guide it in.  It's a  terrible angle for both of us--he's all teeth.

"Spit on it."

He does.  Blindly.  It lands on my cock head, looking a little like cum.

I pull him around. His legs are now on the floor, his chest pressed to the mattress.  I pull his arms to the small of his back and hold them there.  My cock is brushing his furry hole.  He has to feel it waiting there.  With no lube but my precum and his spit I press forward.

He howls.  He stops himself as my left hand smacks his head.

"Yes, Sir.  Fuck me, Sir."

And I do.  I fuck him hard.  Long strokes.  I pull all the way out.  And back in.  He whimpers and whines a little less every time I re-enter.

I slowly accelerate the tempo.  I am banging his ass hard.  My hips sound terrific as they slam against his up turned fleshy cheeks.

"Get on all fours."  He does just what I tell him.

I slip in easily now.  His ass has lubed itself in protection from the invader.

"Where do you want my load?" 

"Where ever you want to put it, Sir." 

I grunt--well pleased.

"You are going to keep my load in your ass all night."

He makes no response.  My hand connects on his meaty butt cheek again.

"You hear me?"

"Yes, Sir.  All night, Sir."

"You want it?"

"Yes, Sir."  I am actually close already.  "Breed me now."  I can feel the cum start to churn in my balls.  "Cum in my ass!" 

"FUCK."  I slam forward, shooting the first spasm as deep as I can send it.  His head goes into the wall.  He grunts.  I do too, with each successive blast from my cock.  His ass is grasping me tightly.

"Thank you, Sir," he mumbles.

"Good boy..."

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There's an email waiting for me when I get home.

"Thank you SIR  it was the best  you made me cum twice"

Pump and Dump

Nashville--November, 2011
　
It seems to be every bottoms fantasy: The lights are off, you find him in a darkened room, wearing a jockstrap, ass up and lubed. I’m supposed to just slip in, get off and leave. I guess they sound hot, but I rarely make the connection to do one. Matter of fact, I think I have done exactly one. He was a guy who was visiting in my small town. It started just fine--Instant boner on seeing the ass. I slipped in and he began pleading for me to cum on the second stroke. I had barely gotten fully hard. Needless to say, that since my average session is 90 minutes to 2 hours, I was nowhere near cumming. So I couldn’t give him what he wanted fast enough, and he had no interest in extending it into a real fuck session. I think I masturbated to finally give him something….but not an experience I needed to repeat. Until now. After being slightly blueballed the night before, when a really hot man asked if I was interested in doing a pump and dump, I got in my car…　

I arrive at the town house (in one of the expensive suburbs of Nashville) faster than I expected. He’s house sitting. He’s asked for the classic recipe of ass up, etc, but he also wants some nasty talk. He is the most trendy, young man I’ve played with this trip. Mid 30’s, nicely muscled, gorgeous bubble butt, and all about hair product. He seems to have a nice, highly trimmed hair pattern on his chest in his pics--something I’ll never see…

I wait until the appointed time. The front door is open. The house is dark, except for a low light on the on the second floor landing. A dog barks somewhere upstairs. I go up the carpeted stairs noiselessly. He’s in a bedroom to the right. The dog barks from the room next door. There is one candle flickering on a expensive looking highboy. He’s there. On all fours, with one arm thrown over his face. His ass is gorgeous. The candle gives his tanned body a lovely patina.

“Hey, boy. Daddy’s here to give you what you want.”

I’m out of my coat and shirt. I have deliberately worn shoes instead of my boots to get out of them faster. The jeans come off and the underwear. I’m still telling him what I’m going to do to him. But I don’t mention my tongue will go up him first. I walk over to the bedside. I slap my cock against his ass. He whimpers as I kneel. My tongue hits home. It’s a tight, hairy hole. I don’t think guys usually rim him. He’s going crazy.

“Eat my hole. Please, Daddy.”

I grunt and spit into it. My two index fingers slide in and do a little side to side stretch.

“You are gonna be tight on Daddy’s dick.”

I spit again. Stand and slap his hole with the length of my cock.

“Say it.”

“What…”

“I want you in my hole.” I slap my dick head against it.

“I want you, Daddy.”

“You want what, fag boy?”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

And I’m in him. Rather a swift entry that makes him pant. He’s soft and hot. Wet and tight.

“Oh, yeah. You are just what I need tonight.” I am fucking him with long deep strokes. “You can’t wait for me to unload, can you boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m gonna cum when I want to. And you are gonna take it right up your hole. Right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like taking nameless guys up this ass?”

“Yes, Sir.” He pushes back hard on me. He is matching my strokes now. I pull out, taste his hole, and spit on his back. My right hand smears the slippery mess across the small of his back and his ass. Then slaps the upturned cheeks.

“Fuck me,” he mutters. I am back in and pushing deep into his guts.

I feel like I’m going to shoot. I obviously need to get off.

“You want my load?” I’m pile driving into his ass, now.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Here boy. It’s yours.”

I shoot. And shoot. It feels like it goes on forever. I shudder. I let it marinate in his ass for a moment before I slowly pull it out. I stand there. My cock dripping.

With a swift movement, he turns around and licks my cock clean. I can almost see his handsome face in the flickering light. When he’s done, I push him off me, face down so he can't really see me.

The dog barks again as I get dressed. He starts to look up, then thinks better of it.

“Turn around. Let me see your ass again.”

He moves around as I tie my shoes. I go over. I’m dripping out of his hole, a long stalactite of cum. I bend over, catching all the external cum on my tongue. And spit it on his back. He’s reaching around for my cum as I’m down the stairs and out the door.