Monday, July 25, 2011

Breaking the Drought

I'm in a dark room in the Marriott, read his email message. He named the room number. Greased up, horned for anonymous dick, and ready to go. Want some? 

I'll be there in 10, I wrote back.

Simple as that.

Or, nearly as simple as that. The Marriott is not very far from me at all, but I'm not familiar enough with the city that I was able to locate its parking garage the first time around the block. Or the second. The third time, I gave up and parked in the deck of the mall across the street. The extra walk added another five minutes to my trip.

His door was cracked. I pushed my way into the room, and saw him kneeling on the floor at the far end. He'd pulled the curtains to, but hadn't made any effort to tuck in the edges to block out the late afternoon sun. The hotel's television was on, as was his laptop. He'd left the bathroom light on, as well. The room was really about as dark as Grand Central Terminal, but that didn't matter.

He knelt in front of the room's armchair with his back to me. I could see his hand frantically working his dick as I shut the door behind me. The man's profile photos hadn't been all that flattering. There'd been nothing wrong with them, but they were of the amateur variety taken at too close a range, with too strong a flash, so that they'd all come out pale and out of focus. None of them really showed off how fit was his physique, how broad his shoulders, how rounded and nipped the muscles of his arms. His white tank top hugged him like a second skin, stretched by his broad pecs and hugging his narrow waist.

Then there was his ass, plainly on display below the hemline. Round. Beefy. Perfect.

I walked past the enormous bed and the television blaring on the pay-per-view movie channel, and stepped in front of him. He looked up at me as I unzipped my camo shorts and let them drop onto the ground. I wore a rubber double cock ring; my balls hung low over its tug. My dick was half-hard, and pointed at his mouth. I let him dive for it once I'd sat down in the armchair.

He sucked like a starved man, eating my dick to the root. I could feel his throat opening to accommodate me. It then closed around me like a tight hole, clinging to my inches with a wet, tight grasp. The man had no gag reflex; he impaled himself into the pole in a way that would have made a lesser cocksucker choke and gasp. I did see tears forming at the corners of his closed eyes, though.

His head was bald, shaved clean. I stroked it gently and let my palms guide him into a steady rhythm. The man's own dick stood straight up at attention, stiff and fat and hard as cement. It stabbed into the empty air as for long, long moments the man continued to slobber and feast over my cock.

"Fuck me," he said at last, standing up. He was an impatient child who'd done his chores and was demanding his reward for a job well done. I nodded, slowly, then stood up to kick off my shorts and my sandals. He reached out with both hands and shoved me roughly, once, twice, in the direction of the bed. The third shove sent me toppling backward onto the mattress. My conqueror climbed atop me in a victory pose.

He didn't plant a flag in me, though. That was my job. He spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva onto my cockhead, then sat down on my pole in a single, swift motion. He'd already lubed himself, and the inside of his ass was like lava in the air conditioned room. I gasped as he sank down to the bottom, and began grinding his hips, trying to take me even more deeply.

"Squeeze it," I commanded. He responded by clenching down in a way that felt like a tight, wet, warm hand. "Oh man, you're good," I whispered.

"Buddy, you don't know," he smirked. Then, to prove it, he started grinding with a determination I'd rarely before seen. We made out, our lips sloppily smacking over the other's, our tongues darting in and out as he continued to pound his meaty butt onto my dick. "You're gonna give it to me," he said. "Then I'm going to get down there and nurse on that big, beautiful monster meat until it's hard and you're gonna give it to me again."

"Okay," I agreed, putting up no argument against that particular scenario.

There have been very few guys in my life who are really good at sitting on my dick and milking a load from me. Most kind of bounce up and down in a pleasant enough way until I push them onto their backs and jackhammer home the load. This man, though, knew how to work his muscled hole to drive a man crazy. While balanced on the balls of his feet, he ground and swiveled and worked his hips up and down in a steady, insistent rhythm that let me know that I was pretty much helpless against his need. I was going to blow inside him, because of his actions and his attentions, his eyes told. And there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it.

He was right. After a very short time my eyes began to close. My breathing grew heavier. My own hips rose and fell with his. And soon I was letting loose the first of my loads deep into his hole, which he held down to the base.

I'd been with the married guy, jacking off for him in the privacy of his van. I'd met the guy with the dog, just the day before. This was the first opportunity I'd had to fuck, though, since my move. My load felt huge. I kept shooting and shooting while my body shuddered and shivered. Almost immediately he rose off me. A thick glob of my semen from his ass fell with a plop onto my stomach. He remained crouched above me, his hand rapidly working the skin of his dick. Moments later, his own load dripped down into me, mingling with my own seed in a puddle near my navel.

He immediately licked and slurped up the twin loads off, then, with them still on my tongue, kissed me deeply. We shared that payload of seed between us, passing it back and forth in our kiss, and then at last he burrowed between my legs and greedily cleaned off the rest of my dick.

"Your dick's not going down," he said with a cocky grin, after a minute of attention.

"Nope," I told him.

"I like that in a guy," he said.

I flipped him onto his stomach and drove it home. He groaned deeply as I slid into his cum-slick hole. His head hung over the mattress' edge; the harder I pounder at him, the more red and swollen with blood grew his head. His hands clutched at air, trying to grab onto something, anything, to help him cope with my maddened, impassioned bullfuck. At last he grabbed onto the bedframe with one, and the floor with the other. His mouth opened in a deep-chested roar. "Yeah, fucker!" he shouted. "Do some fuckin' damage to that hole."

The dirty talk only made me fuck him harder. My knob kept bursting through his second ring and popping through. I could feel the pressure of it against my cock head with every thrust. Every time I punched through, he let out a gargled cry. Bubbles of spit clung to his lips; his brow was knitted into a pained and worried expression, though the bliss in his eyes was obvious. "Yeah," he kept moaning. "Do that. Do it just like that."

My next load arrived more quickly than the first. My pounding was so hard that I'd bounced two of the pillows off the bed. He grabbed onto one and clung onto it for dear life while I shot a second load inside. Once I'd completed the deposit, he shoved me back onto the remaining pillows and once again sucked my dick clean. This time I let him linger down there for long, long minutes, while I breathed deeply and let the air conditioning cool off my sweaty skin. In a daze, I watched the same previews play over and over again on the hotel television, until after fifteen minutes of attention, my new buddy kissed his way up my stomach and tits to my lips. "Shame you can't go for three," he said.

"Who says I can't?" I growled, as I pushed him off.

For the third fuck I settled his knees at the edge of the bed, and fucked him on all fours from behind. The position gave me the maximum opportunity to lengthen my thrust, to adjust the angle as I saw fit, and to vary the tempo as I liked. With his head buried in the mattress, the muscle stud groaned and surrendered himself. He wasn't at all aggressive, now. Not insistent. Hungry, perhaps, but not as wild about it. He was just hole, receptive and wet and warm and slippery, his insides already painted with two loads. While the sunlight faded from the room and the TV continued to blare away, I very slowly, very leisurely fucked at first. Then I picked up the pace, stabbing at him, twisting at impossible angles to make it hurt.

He responded without words, groaning and letting out helpless cries as he lifted his ass higher and higher. I fucked him harder, so that my balls slapped against his. The sound of flesh against flesh drowned out even the hundredth advertisement for a Steve Carell movie I'd already seen; I wasn't paying attention to the television any longer. His arms flailed out, once more grasping at nothing. I fucked and fucked until I was slamming him again, abrading his face against the bedspread as I pushed him harder and deeper against the fabric. By the time I unloaded a third time, his hands had clutched the coverings and clenched them so hard that the creases he left looked as if they'd been permanent pressed in.

While I remained inside him, still shuddering, he reached between his legs and masturbated himself to a climax once more. It only took a few strokes before he blasted his load over the bed in long, wet ropes.

I pulled out, and stood there, panting and sweaty. He stood up, laughed slightly, and ran his hands over his smooth head. His lips worked, and let out what sounded like words, but not in any language I recognized. The syllables were gibberish, I realized. He seemed to realize it too, because he attempted to speak again, with the same results. Then he shook his head, rolled his eyes at himself, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower running. When I entered the bathroom to rinse off my dick with a cloth, he was steaming under a stream of water, hands pressed against the wall, his forehead against them. He looked as if he had nothing left in him.

THANK YOU, he managed to text by the time I was eating dinner across the street. You fucked the language right out of me for a few minutes!!!

Which, when you think about it, is not a bad compliment at all.


  1. "Okay." lol...

    A fine compliment, I think. In some circumstances and situations, language is highly overrated.

  2. Nice! My first post-move fuck wasn't that awesome, so I'm a little jealous that you made it rain so nicely. But I loved reading this because it reminded me of my first time with you. Darkened hotel room, you fucking multiple loads in me while I grew more and more hungry for each one. Lovely. And this guy is so lucky. And sounds very hot. Would love to get a chance with him some time...if I ever get closer to CT.


  3. wow thats incredible and amazing :-) I don't know if I could have taken that kind of dicking but you sure blogged the cum out of me ;-)

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  4. The unbridled lust of it all!

  5. If an old friend of mine read this the first thing he would say is "See that's why I always take the bedspread off the bed first thing"

  6. Lordy gee Mr. Rob -- you sure do know how to make a gentleman hot, horny and left with a hard-on begging for attention. Thanks. Glad your dry spell is finally over.

  7. Wow that's one hot bottom you had there. It's great when you could find a bottom that knows how to milk you just right... Great post!

  8. Hi,

    What is this second sphincter you mentioned?

    Also, you generated an extra pulse of hardness and glistening drop of precum from my cock when i got to the part about the third fuck, long thrusts, and impossible angles to make it hurt. Wow What a stud, wielding that cock like a weapon!


  9. Rob my friend,

    That post is so steamy and hot, damn man i was rock hard all the time. Love it a lot and i think that i'm going to read it again tonight and tomorrow. Love the way you describe everything that happens, the positions that you were in and so on. That was an amazing time that you had with him and i hope that you will go and see him again and again. I'm glad that you're getting your groove back and enjoying life again. Can't wait to hear about him again.
    Thank you for that great post one more time sexy man.


  10. you are a sexy beautiful beast ;)

  11. @Chris: What is this second sphincter you mentioned?

    From an online medical text:

    "The anal canal is normally held in a closed position by action of the voluntary external muscular sphincter and the involuntary internal sphincter, the latter an extension of the muscular coat of the rectal wall."

    From an article written by Jack Morin, PhD, author of Anal Pleasure and Health:

    "Two muscle rings called sphincters surround the anal opening. Each functions independently.

    "If you insert a finger about one half-inch into your anus and press your fingertip against the side, you can clearly feel the two sphincter muscles. There is less than a quarter-inch between them. The external sphincter is controlled by the central nervous system - just like the muscles of the hand, for example. You can readily tense and relax this sphincter whenever you want

    "The internal sphincter is quite different. This muscle is controlled by the involuntary or autonomic part of the nervous system, which governs such functions as heartbeat and stress response. The internal sphincter reflects and responds to fear and anxiety during anal sex. It will cause the anus to tense up automatically even if the passive partner is trying to relax. Thus, precautions about safety and comfort are essential here. Even if a person does feel comfortable during anal sex, he or she may still need to learn voluntary control over his or her internal sphincter in order to relax it at will. Doing so requires regularly inserting a finger, perhaps in the shower each day, and feeling the internal sphincter. The muscle changes spontaneously and in response to behavior. In this instance, simply paying attention is more important than trying to relax. Anyone can gradually learn to control the internal sphincter at will."

  12. RedPhillip,

    I'm always happy to make you laugh. (Maybe tomorrow, too.)

    And thanks for going to the trouble of pulling those quotes off the web for me. That was really helpful, especially when I feel so lazy.

  13. Ace,

    Your hotel room was darker when you had the freakin' lights on, after!

  14. Pussyboi,

    I'm honored. Take a photo next time!

  15. 1:02 Anonymous,

    I'm glad you approve! :-)

  16. Ugtsrvd,

    That bottom had been a long time coming, by that point!

  17. Chris,

    I hope you got your answer from my buddy RedPhillip. He dug up the right stuff from the net.

    There are times when I just have to do some damage. You know?

  18. Thom,

    Flattery like that will get you anywhere you want.

  19. Just back from a nice long vacation, this post was a spectacular "welcome home" read! Thanks for making me so happy to come home again. You've left me feeling really good as I head to bed....


  20. Rob, Rob, Rob...Don't you know my hotel rooms will ALWAYS be full of light for you? My hair is like a second sun. But don't worry. When you come see me in my new apartment (that I still haven't found) you'll love how well I use heavy curtains to block out all light. And I plan to tie you down and blindfold you so that you are blind and at the whim of my tongue, hands, and hair.


  21. Jonking,

    I hope you had a great, sex-filled vacation.

  22. Maybe it was a typo and he meant to say "dank" or "darn" hotel room. Either way—glad you're back in the saddle!

  23. @Rob yes I suppose RedPhillip did answer the question. I'm still amazed. I guess I've never felt mine or anyone elses... So I guess I have some homework to do, in the the gym!. And yes Rob, I suppose *you* _do_ have to do some damage sometimes....Dahyam!

    @RedPhillip Thanks for the info.

  24. @Chris, you're entirely welcome. As to perceiving your own 2nd sphincter - or someone else's - there's of course huge variability in individual anatomy. It took me some while to discover my own (and not a little semi-gymnastic positioning), and it all depends on the exact internal geography of another guy what it takes to find his. With some guys I've found it easily and a fairly short distance from the the first. With other guys I've practically had to fist them to get to it. Good thing I love ass play!

  25. Rob -- YEAH !!! on ending the drought -- seem like it broke with the head-wave (I hope!)

    @chris -- just some added medical tidbits of info. The first and second sphincter are the boundaries of the Rectum. It can be between 4-6 inches long and perhaps more variant. On some guys I've never touched it, and on others, It happens too soon. The second sphincter is the gateway between the rectum and the lower colon. Red is correct that it's involuntary and I know that generally hammering at it, doesn't do any good (Unless you're Mr. Steed!) Firm, yet gentle pressure will sometime cause things to align and let you past that point, but if it's causing pain, it's dangerous to push on.

    Cheers all


  26. got me fucking hard just from reading it....I had a rough week and am catching up on my reading. Thank you for putting a smile on my face and a hard on in my pants. I have a bottom that is getting my load after I get off work this morning. :)

  27. I'm so horned up after reading this one, I'm almost at a loss for language.... except for the thought, "wonder if I can make Rob go for four..."