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“NOW?” read the email.  I was accustomed to getting some short emails from my craigslist postings, but this was going for broke.  I replied, “cock pic? like raw?”  This was my normal response to the first email anyway.  It was surprising how many guys didn’t read my ad or thought that the picture of their splendid cock would make me think twice.  I liked raw and raw only, and it needed to be big enough to get the job done and small enough to be a possibility.

Several emails later I found myself in my garage, the lights out, a couple of sleeping bags on the floor and windows covered with some flimsy black cloth from WalMart.  Two layers seemed to block out the street light and make it suitably dark.  I was waiting rather impatiently for my trick to arrive.  He was 5’10” 205#, black, 27, with what he claimed was 9 inches.  Time will tell I thought.  I normally didn’t hook up with black guys, but I was horny.  I didn’t know it, but this encounter was going to change my opinion.

I had the driveway gate open and was peering out through a crack in the fabric.  Every few minutes a car would go by and I would anxiously check to see if it was pulling into my driveway.  After several drivebys, one finally did pull in.  It was a ancient, beat the hell up dark green Ford Astrovan.  As he applied the brakes they screeched loud enough to wake the dead.  This piece of shit van looked like it had just rolled off the set of Junkyard Wars.  He parked and the door groaned and creaked when he got out.  I thought for a second it was going to fall off!  Then he slammed it.  Fuck!  Geez this guy was going to let the whole neighborhood know he was here.  Then just as quickly he jumped back in and started his van and backed out.  Ugh, the guy who had gotten out seemed to be the right build.  He backed almost to the street and then stopped and shut it down.  This time he got out and walked around the front.  He stopped when he came to my gate post.  There he proceeded to open his pants and piss on my gate.  Fucking animal!

He took a long leisurely piss and then shook it once before tucking it back in his pants.  He had raggedy hair and was wearing some jeans and a well worn t-shirt.  This guy could have passed for homeless.  He looked about the right age, but something about him was turning me on.  He had a vibe like he had been uncaged.

The next part was always iffy.  He started to walk to the front of the house.  This could be a disaster and was one of the reasons I watched.  I quickly jumped to the door and cracked it open.  I loudly whispered, “Hey! Hey! Over here…..”  He stopped in his tracks, looked around, and then realized where the voice was coming from.  He turned and strode over to the door.  He paused a second when he reached the door.  I could see this in the dim light coming through the crack under the door.  The door didn’t have a threshold and had about a 1.5″ gap.  It had never been an issue in the past.  Everyone always paused to get up their nerve the first time they came to play in my garage.

I was about 10 feet from the door, on my knees, nude, and with my hole lubed up.  He pulled the door open and stepped in, letting it close quietly behind him.  “Hello,” I said.  “Are you the hole I’m here for?” came the reply.  “Yes sir,” I shot back.

He took what seemed like two steps and unbuttoned his pants.  HIs cock was all of 9 inches and maybe a little more.  He had a strong masculine musty smell.  His cock was flopping in my face.  I wasted no time in gently taking it in my mouth and stroking it with one hand.  While I was sucking him hard his pants fell to the floor and he kicked his shoes and the pants off.  He took his shirt off and I could barely see that he was built and well defined.  It didn’t take long for me to suck him hard.  I instinctively reached for the lube and slathered my hole with it before coating his big cock.

I turned around and positioned myself on all fours.  Inhaling my poppers hard I was expecting to have my hole wrecked.  I wasn’t to be disappointed, but first a detour.  My stud dropped down behind me and instead of forcing himself in me he surprised me.  I felt his hot wet tongue in my ass and was surprised.  It felt really good.  I could smell him behind me but had not expected to be eaten out.  He didn’t seem to care that there was a bunch of lube down there.  It was getting me turned on, I was craving his dick.

After a few minutes he had me moaning and wanting more.  He asked for the lube and I passed it back.  I heard him lube up and then the bottle closed.  He put the head of his cock against my ass and reached up with both hands to pull me back onto him.  In one slow, steady motion he inserted himself inside me.  I gasped a bit, even though I was turned on and had hit my poppers he was still big and thick.  Once he bottomed out he stopped and held me on him.  My hole contracted a couple of times and I felt him pulse once.  He said in a deep quiet voice, “I’m going to enjoy your pussy and you are going to enjoy my cock.”  I couldn’t quite place his accent, but I definitely was enjoying his cock.

He started slowly pumping me, full deep thrusts followed by pulling nearly all the way out.  It was enough to make me cum actually.  Normally the show is over if I cum.  But he kept on fucking.  It was an opportunity for me to lay flat on my stomach.  He positioned himself over me at this point and begin to pick up tempo.  In no time flat he had escalated to pounding my ass.  I think at one point he was trying to split me in half.  Pile driving my hole with his cock.  He was sweating heavily and making me moan.  We were inches from the garage door which was uninsulated and only 15 or 20 feet from the fence with the neighbors.  I was a bit worried they could hear us fucking if they were in their yard.  On the other hand, I didn’t give a shit.  I had a thick black cock in my ass and the animal it belonged to was mating my hole.

This went on for 20 minutes at which point I was beginning to get sore.  I asked if he was close.  He said not yet and kept pounding my hole.  I asked again, to which he said not yet.  He was a rough fuck and my hole was worn out at this point.  I told him I was going to need a break.  He replied, “You’ll get one when I leave.”  He increased his tempo and his arms reached around me.  I wasn’t sure if he was pinning me down or hugging me tightly.  Either way he slammed his cock deep in me and injected his seed inside me.  As he was cumming he said, “I own this hole now, it’s mine.”  I said, “Yes sir.”

He rolled off of me after he came and lay there for a minute.  We lay side by side in the dark garage, letting the cool air circulate around us and cool us off.  He pulled me over and on top of him.  I lay there with my head on his chest.  He was rubbing my shoulders and making me moan again.  I felt his manhood pushing against me which was how I realized that my moaning turned him on. It didn’t take much of this before he was fully hard and I was fully wanting it.  I lifted myself up and looked him in the eyes and asked, “Do you want it again sir?”  He pulled me in and kissed me and said, “yes I do.”  I lifted myself up and maneuvered to put his cock against my ass.  He pushed up and inside me at the same time I eased down on him.

As he reached full depth I leaned back and squeezed down on him.  He was banging me from underneath and came after about five minutes.    I climbed off of him and lay next to him.  I realized he was one of these guys who takes a while to cum the first time and then cums quickly each additional time.  The rarest of the four cummers.  We laid there for about fifteen minutes.  We chatted a bit and he told me he was an office manager.  I really liked the sex and realized I probably wouldn’t see him again.

He climbed on top of me again and I felt his cock against my ass.  It wasn’t against it for long.  He slid in and started pounding me again.  Like the last time he only took about 5 to 7 minutes to climax.  This was his 3rd load in me tonight.  My hole was sore and wrecked, but dripping his seed.

When he was done he asked for a towel and wiped himself down and got dressed.  He said “Thanks.” I replied, “Sure thing.” and he walked out the door letting it slam behind him.  He climbed into his piece of trash Astrovan and backed out.  That was the last I ever saw of him.

Tool Room – Part 2

I was nearly panicked.  Keys being put in the door could only mean one thing.  Someone was coming in!  Smith’s cock was hanging out of his pants and my pants were down and I was on my knees with a load of my cum in front of me.

My worst fear was about to come true.  I was going to get caught sucking dick!  Ugh!  My heart sank as the door opened and Master Sergeant Stevens opened the door.  He got the door about 3/4 of the way open before his eyes realized that there were two soldiers in the tool room, in the dark.  He stopped.  Smith and I froze, deer caught in the headlights of the Master Sergeant.  He looked at Smith and looked at me and looked at Smith again.

Smith quickly zipped up his pants and put his cock away.  I couldn’t blame him.  Stevens didn’t say anything.  I knew this was “off” so I just stayed put another second or so.  If I was busted, well I was busted.  Before I could try to explain he said, “Well, what have we hear, a Private Cocksucker?”  My heart sank.  I was damned!  I kept my mouth shut to see where this would go.  Smith had a look of terror on his face in the dim yellow light that was coming through the toolroom door.  Stevens prodded again, “Well?”  I sighed and said, “Yes Master Sergeant.”  Might as well go out with some glory I thought.  I could see Smith react a little in shock.

Stevens looked at Smith and looked at me and then looked at Smith again and said, “Boy don’t you have somewhere to be?”  Smith shockingly looked at me and Stevens before replying, “Yes Master Sergeant.”  Stevens shot back, “Well then get there.”  Smith left the tool room faster than a cat escaping from a dryer.  Ten seconds later it was just me with my limp cock and Stevens.  I couldn’t see him terribly well because he was backlit.  No worries, any fear evaporated when he said, “Good, I have something for you to suck boy.”  He stepped in and over to me as the door shut behind him.  Stevens was in good shape, white, close cut dark hair, probably 45.  I wasn’t into older guys in the least, but he was kinda hot.  I guess that was a good thing because as the door shut I heard his belt buckle come undone.  I couldn’t believe this.

Before I could pinch myself his 8.5″ cock hit me in the face.  It was hot, thick, and big.  I didn’t need to be told what to do, I licked it and started to suck him.  He wasn’t content with this and said in a low growl, “Boy you are going to suck this cock.”  With that he put his two medium large hands on my head and pulled me down onto his cock.  I was nearly choking, gagging on his substantial manhood.  He clearly didn’t give a shit.  I never had pegged him as being queer.  His cock slid in and out of my mouth rapidly.  Choking me and fucking my throat all at once.  I was nearly gagging on the deeper parts of it as he fucked me.  I could smell his sweaty man-balls.  I realized I was getting turned on by this.  After a few minutes he stopped and told me he needed more.  He told me to stand up.  I did as I was told.  I was facing the Master Sergeant who ran the motor pool.  He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock.  I obediently started stroking him.  He took my hand off his cock and with the other hand he turned me around.  I wondered what the hell he was doing.  No worries, he made sure I knew in short order.  He pushed me forward and I took a couple  of steps before I cam to the parts cabinet.  He was directly behind me.

He cleared his throat and spit in his hand.  Without asking me he spread his spit in the crack of my ass.  Again he spit in his hand and spread it in my ass.  My mind was racing, I really wasn’t into Anal, but I also literally wasn’t in a position to argue with this man.  Before I could say anything I felt the head of his cock against my ass.  He told me to relax and let him in or he would pin me down and take it.  I pondered the choice before replying that I wasn’t used to getting fucked.  He replied, “I don’t give a shit, I need some private ass!”  With that he thrust a bit and forced the head of his cock into my hole.  It hurt, but felt good at the same time.  He pulled back a bit before thrusting in a bit deeper.  He was going to fuck me!  It burned my ass at first, and then I realized my cock had come to life.  I started to stroke it, gently at first, and then furiously.  Stroking my cock distracted me from the fact that my ass was being shredded by a big white dick.  Stevens clearly knew what he was doing.  He had one hand on my shoulder controlling my position, and the other hand was resting on the other shoulder.  I let out a moan and that hand quickly covered my mouth and he growled in my ear, “Keep quiet and take this dick!”  I whimpered, “Yes sir” back.

He picked up the pace and was plowing my hole.  This went on for what seemed like forever before he started pounding me so hard it was moving my whole body.  I was getting ready to shoot my load and didn’t know if I could hold back.  No matter, he slammed into me and stopped.  Before I could wonder what was going on he growled in my ear, “This ass is mine, I am claiming it with my seed.”  I felt his cock pump deep in my ass and I realized he was cumming in my ass.  I simultaneously shot a huge load all over the side of the tool cabinet.

He slipped out and stepped back.  I stayed where I was and didn’t move.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  I got caught sucking dick and was fucked alright, but not in the punishment sort of way I would have expected.  I heard him pull up his pants and fasten his belt.  He stepped over to the dimly outlined door and opened it.  He turned on the light and turned to me and said, “Son, this place is a mess, grab some paper towels and clean up.”  “Yes Sir,” I responded.  Before I could say anything else he replied, “When you’re done go hit the rack and get a good night’s sleep.”  “Yes Sir,” I replied again.  With that he stepped out and the door slammed behind him.  I quickly pulled my pants up and felt a moistness in my ass.  I put my finger back there to see what the hell it was.  When I pulled my finger back it was gooey and clear, I sniffed it.  Cum!  Wow, I had just gotten used and bred by an older man.  I quickly fastened my belt and wiped my finger on my pants.  I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the floor and cabinet.  I tossed them in the trash can and grabbed the bag out of it.  No need to leave evidence I figured.  I locked up and put the bag in the trash and hurried back to my room.  It was 11:30 now.

Stevens never said anything, and it didn’t happen again.  I saw Smith the next day and he asked if we were in trouble.  I told him “no.”  He looked at me funny and I replied, “I took care of it.”  I smiled.  He laughed and said “okay, thanks.”

The Tool Room – Part 1

It was dicey to hit on another soldier.  My gaydar told me that I could get into Smith’s pants.  Smith was another soldier I worked with in Ft. Wainwright, Alaska.  We were both assigned to HQ CO 5/11th Artillery, 6thID.  It was fucking cold out and there wasn’t a damn thing to do at night, aside from throwing dollars at the dancers at the Flying Flea Carpet, our bases strip joint.  I wasn’t really interested in the fleas or the carpet, so I steered clear of the horny drunk soldiers being fleeced of their money.

I was supposed to be in one of the artillery batteries, I was a 13B cannon crewmember, aka Gun Bunny.  Smith was a mechanic.  I had just propositioned him after several days of making small talk to figure out how horny he was.  I normally would ask a series of questions about the prospect’s sexual experience, preference, and try to determine a Hornyness Score.  The more horned up the guy was the more likely I’d get to suck him off.  It usually culminated in either an indirect or direct proposition, depending on how stupid I thought he was.  The stupid ones got the indirect bet based propositions.  Smith was pretty smart and we’d  already established that he didn’t give a damn what sucked his cock as long as he got off.  I had told him I could get his dick sucked by someone who was really really good.  I asked him if he was interested.

It seemed like he thought about it forever.  Finally, he looked around before saying, “Sure.”  We were both nervous, horny, and excited.  He was scheduled to ETS in a couple of weeks, so this was a pretty safe proposition for me.  I had nearly been court martialed for hitting on another guy a few months ago.  Like a moth to a flame this faggot just wanted to suck some dick.  That was about all I was into in 1992.

He asked, “Where? When?”  I said, “How about now, and I know a quiet, dark, secure place.”  I continued, “Are you game now?”  He looked around again and looked down at his now growing bulge before answering, “Yea, but not here.  Not in the barracks man.”  I agreed, “Oh hell no, not in the barracks, come on.”  He smiled and I grabbed my keys.

It was medically called Plantar Fascitis, but it was my pass to wearing tennis shoes and it was why I had the keys to the tool room.  My command had been somewhat puzzled about what to do with me.  The stupid PA assigned to our unit operated on the principle of see no ill, tolerate no ill.  This basically meant if he couldn’t see it broke he didn’t believe it could hurt.  Plantar Fascitis basically meant I had high arches and this entitled me to an alternate assignment and tennis shoes.  The tennis shoes piece infuriated my CO who transferred me to HQ Battery to get rid of me.  HQ Battery didn’t know what to do with me so they stuck me in the motorpool where they were short handed.

At first this went okay, but then I caught on that some funny shit was going on with parts ordering.  When I asked about it, they stuck me in the tool room and made me the PLL clerk, responsible for our parts stock.  I promptly organized it and made sure we have every nut and bolt our mechanics needed.  I painted the floor and cleaned up all the tools.  I was really good at running the tool room.  By design, the tool room was secure, lockable, and private at night.  Being in charge of it gave me keys to the motorpool and keys to the toolroom.

Smith and I walked over to the Motorpool.  It was 10pm on a Saturday night.  The place would be quieter than a graveyard.  I didn’t really have an excuse for being here, other than maybe needing a wrench or something.  My heart was pounding as I opened the outside door.  There weren’t any cars in the parking lot, but I never knew who or what I would find in here.  The Master Sergeant, Stevens,  that ran the motorpool was a cranky old bastard from Texas.  I think he knew I was a cock sucker and he was the last person I wanted to run into.  We slipped inside the doorway and closed the door behind us.  All good so far, only the yellow “always on” lights were on.  It was dimly lit, warm, and very quiet.  Just the soft hiss of air escaping from some leak somewhere in the building.  Our facilities folks didn’t give a shit about air leaks.  Periodically the big compressor would roar to life and replenish whatever leaked out 24/7.

I looked over at Smith and we both smiled and I motioned to follow me.  I told myself the lie of why we were here as we strode across the motorpool bay.  I was glad I didn’t see anyone as it would have fucked up my chances of getting laid tonight.  When we reached the door I pulled my keys out again and opened it.  We both walked in and I quietly shut the door behind us.

As the door shut, the tool room returned to pitch black.  It was just us, two privates, standing in the dark in the tool room.  If we got caught now we would totally be busted.  My mind raced trying to figure out the next step.  Apparently so did his, and he took the easy path.  I heard his belt buckle clink as he undid it.  I quickly undid mine and dropped to my knees.  I reached over and found his cock and started to gently stroke it.  No resistance.  I had one hand on his cock and one hand on mine.  I was rock hard and dripping.  Neither of us said a word.  He was hard, but not precumming.

I stroked him a few times and then gently put my lips around the head of his cock.  My mouth was wet, anticipating feeling his manhood inside me.  All I was thinking about right now was servicing him completely.  I pursed my lips and pressed against the head of his cock.  He was slightly below average, nothing to tell a story about honestly.  5 inches long, skinny, below average as cocks go.  I had no idea at the time and was super excited by the chance to bob his knob.  I had sucking cock down to a routine by now.  I would push in a little bit, pause, pull back to the tip, push in a little further, and repeat.  It was working like a charm on Smith.  I finally worked my way to the base of his cock and just paused there.  His shaft was all the way in my mouth, rubbing the back of my throat.  I was trying to keep it off my teeth.  His pubic hair was in my face, surrounding my nose.  As I inhaled I took in the musk of his manhood.  Hmm, delicious I thought.

Before I could pull back a little and continue sucking him he pulled back a little and then thrust in.  He was fucking my face.  Oh, I loved this.  He was gentle at first and then picked up pace after a few pumps.  I was stroking at the same time he was pumping.  He moaned softly and then said, “I’m about to cum!”  I doubled down on his dick and before he could pull out his cock pulsed and shot a creamy load of seed into my mouth.  It tasted pretty good.  Slightly sweet and that distinctive cum taste.  At the same time I shot my load on the floor, between his boots.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and remarked, “Damn that was good.”  Before either of us could move I heard the distinctive sound of keys being put in the lock.

Bed Breaker

All I could hear was the droning of the cheap mini-split Air Conditioner in my bedroom.  It was pitch black and I was laying face down on the bed.  I had lubed my ass and hit my poppers good and hard.

My hole was twitching a little.  I knew this guy was big and good.  He was very muscular and didn’t talk much.  He was the poster child for big black dick on a hot man.  I had played with him once before but wasn’t able to take him all the way.  He was probably a bit over 10 inches and 4.5 wide.  Huge by my white boy standards.

Fortunately I had gotten better about hosing my ass out.  I had found a Klean Stream attachment on Amazon and was able to thoroughly clean my ass out.  I also had a secret weapon this time.  I had a couple of hydrocodone 5/325’s left over from a dental procedure.

He had hit me up via email earlier in the evening and offered to come over about 10.  I said sure and began the process of getting ready.  At about 9:30 I took both of my leftover pills, hoping they would numb my ass up good before he fucked me.

I heard a noise outside and realized he was bringing his bike up onto my deck.  The deal we had was that I would be naked, lubed, and face down ass up.  He would let himself in and use my hole.  As the door opened I hit my poppers deep and hard.

Without saying a word he climbed on top of me and lubed his dick.  He put his cock against my ass and tried to put it in.  Nothing.  My ass wasn’t opening up.  He told me to open up.  My ass wasn’t cooperating.

I suggested letting me sit on it.  That had worked last time and was easier with a big dick.  He said “ok.” We swtiched positions in the dark.  I lubed his cock and snorted my poppers before positioning myself over his towering cock.  I slowly worked my ass onto the head of his cock.  It felt like a totem pole going into me.  I was sure this was going to rip me.  It hurt like hell at first, but then slowly my hole relaxed.  I eased down onto his cock wondering how it would feel when it was all the way inside me.  It filled me up completely.  Oddly it was turning me on to have this giant black manhood inside my ass.  I was fully erect as I sat on him.  Normally getting fucked made me go limp.  But something about this muscular stud with his 10inch dick being inside me was turning me on.

As I managed to get all the way down on his shaft he reached up and grabbed me with his huge hands.  He was probably 6’4″ and 250# to my 5’10” and 185#.  He pulled me down to him and kissed me.  Oh wow this was hot.  And then he started to slowly pump me from underneath.  Easing in and out of my tight hole and making out with me while he did it.  After a few minutes he told me to lay down face down ass up again.

He maneuvered behind me again.  I glanced over at the clock which read 1:00am.  This time he placed his arms around me and put his cock against my ass.  He didn’t hesitate, but instead pushed his cock inside me.  God damn this hurt!  I squirmed and struggled a bit.  I told him this wasn’t going to work.  My pleas fell on deaf ears.  He held his shaft deep in my hole and held me firm against him.  After a few rounds he quietly whispered in my ear to relax and let it happen.  He told me that he was in my hole and that it was going to be his.  I had a choice in the matter.  It was my choice if I got fucked or raped.  I could keep struggling and he would rape my ass or I could stop struggling and get fucked.  I paused, completely stunned for a moment.  He was right, I didn’t have a choice in what he did.  He was totally in control.  I decided to try getting fucked, even though it felt like I was being raped.  I opened my bottle of poppers and sniffed them like it was oxygen inside that bottle.  I swore I was trying to breath through that 1/2 inch opening in the top of the bottle.

It helped a little.  After a few deep breaths I began to feel slighly dizzy and my vision narrowed a little bit.  I heard his deep gravely voice again in my ear, “Good boy, do what I tell you and service my cock right.”  I replied, “Yes sir.”  He started pumping my ass, slowly at first.  I kept hitting my poppers and strangely enjoying being thoroughly violated by this masculine sexy hot fucking man.  He kept fucking.  I glanced at the clock again, it said 1:25 now.  He had been fucking me for 25 minutes.

He was getting rougher with me and the whole bed was shaking as he slammed his cock in and out of me.  This was the hardest, roughest fuck I had ever had.  I loved it.  Then it happened.  With a tremendous crash the bed protested.  The footboard fell off the end of the bed and the whole mattress fell about 6 inches.  He didn’t let me up, but he did stop.  We both laughed a little realizing that the bed had just broken.  He said, “What now?”  I said, “Well, it’s broken and your cock has not been serviced sir, keep fucking!”

He began pounding me again.  I glanced over and realized it was 1:45 now.  After a couple of minutes I felt a change in his pace.  He seemed more tense and I wondered what was happening.  He got much rougher and harder and then slammed his cock into me and stopped.  He had been quiet up to this point, but suddenly let out a loud moan as his cock pulsed and filled me with seed.

We both laid there for what seemed like forever.  Finally he slipped back and stood up.  I offered him a towel and grabbed another towel to wipe myself off.  Without a word he wiped down and got dressed.  I started to put the bed back together, he helped me out, lifting one side so we could slide the bed frame onto the footer board.  We both smiled and laughed.

Without another word he turned around and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

Ass pounder

I slipped the key into room 503 and jiggled the lock.  The well worn lock resisted at first.  As the pin tumblers engaged the lock begrudgingly let me in.  I was horny as hell and it had been slow getting laid lately.  The night before had been a complete waste of time.  I tossed my backpack in the corner and quickly stripped down.  I tossed my clothes on top of the backpack and pulled out my lube and poppers.  I lubed my ass hoping it was mostly clean.  I had cleaned out prior to leaving the house and thought I was good to go.  As luck would have it I barely made it to my counselors office.  The rough road had jiggled my insides.  I barely got to the toilet before my gut let go.  That usually meant things wouldn’t be squeaky clean.

I grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom to piss.  I figured I would go down to the hot tub and at least soak for a few minutes and let the hot chlorine water wash my ass good.

As I entered the bathroom a black man was walking out.  He was built like a Mack truck and smiled at me.  I smiled back and darted to the urinal.

After finishing my business I decided to walk around and see who was here.  I couldn’t quite tell if my gut was done tormenting me or not.  I absolutely hated being a messy bottom, but didn’t see much of a choice.

I was beginning to think maybe it was dead.  I walked through the maze and didn’t see anyone.  I rounded the corner and headed back towards my room.  About 1/3rd of the way down the hall I saw Mr. Smiley Mack Truck.  I smiled again and he smiled back.  I walked a few steps past him and stopped.  He had done the same thing and then started to walk back to me.  He stopped next to me and asked how come I had such a nice ass.  I smiled and said, “Thanks, want to fuck it and find out how nice it feels?”  I grabbed his cock and felt how thick it was.  He said, “Sure.”  I replied, “room 503.”  I turned and walked to my room with him in close pursuit.

We both walked into my room and he threw his towel on the bed by the door.  I tossed mine on my bag and turned to him.  I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock.  It was even bigger than I had expected, probably 5 wide and a touch over 9 long.  He adjusted his cock ring and started to gently work my mouth and throat.  After a few minutes he pulled me up and told me to bend over the bed.

I grabbed my lube and poppers hastily.  I lubed my ass up and lubed his cock good.  It was damn big and I wasn’t sure if I could handle this as my first dick for the night.  I took a couple of deep breaths from my poppers and then got on all fours facing the wall with my ass towards him.  He placed his big thick hands on either side of my hips and pulled me gently against his cock.  As I hit my poppers again and prayed this wouldn’t hurt too much he pulled my hole over his cock.  I felt my ass stretch and my guts churn.  He was experienced and knew how to work that cock.  He quickly opened my hole and wasted no time in starting to pound me.  He was one of these guys who liked to bang your ass and drive his cock all the way in.

I’m not sure if my ass went numb or the poppers just kicked in, but after a minute or two of wondering if my ass was going to explode on him things evened out.  He was pounding my ass good and hard.  I was sure anyone else in the club knew I was getting fucked and fucked hard.  He wasn’t talking much and neither was I.  I was moaning as he pounded me and he was moaning occassionally in response to my hole squeezing him.  After about 10 minutes he stopped and just froze.  I could tell he was edging now.  He waited maybe a minute and then started again, slowly at first, but then quickly reaching a tempo of pounding on my hole.

This went on for a few cycles.  Finally I was ready for him to cum so when he stopped to edge I started working his cock with my ass, pushing back on him.  I was hoping it would push him over the edge.  I was right.  He groaned in pleasure and then leaned into me and started pounding me as hard as he could.  After about a minute he thrust himself into me and I felt his manhood pulse as he planted his seed deep in my gut and held it there.  I stayed frozen, just taking his load in.  This was that good fuck I had been craving.  He held his cock in me for what seemed like a long time.  After probably only a minute he pulled out.

As he pulled out of my ass I felt something squirt out and thought, oh shit!  I was terrified that I had just shot a blob out on his feet or the floor.  I immediately apologized and turned the light on dimly.  He asked what was wrong and I explained that I thought he had disturbed the order of the universe and I wasn’t sure what had popped out besides his dick.  He laughed and said it was probably his seed.  I think he was right because I didn’t see anything nasty or smell anything vile.

He told me I had a fantastic ass and that he had really enjoyed it.  I told him thank you and asked if he lived nearby.  He said he did and that he wanted to hit my hole again.  I smiled and asked for his number.  I put him in my contacts and sent him a text.

As I wrapped up I stood up and rubbed his shoulders a bit.  He was covered in sweat, but built so well!  I leaned in closer to him and licked his nipple.  I kept licking and then nibbled a bit.  I switched to the other one, enjoying playing with my ebony stud.  I looked up and realized he was enjoying this as much as I was.  I stood up and nuzzled his neck a bit, not entirely sure if he would return the act.  Some guys were affectionate and some aren’t.  He didn’t object at all.  I worked my way up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  This was the moment where I’d find out how affectionate he was.  He didn’t flinch at all.  The next thing I knew we were making out hard core.  He was a great kisser.  Intense sex and Intense kissing were huge turn ons.  Apparently not just for me either.  I noticed his huge cock was hard again and so I grabbed it with my right hand and stroked it a little bit.  I asked if he wanted to fuck again.

He spun me around and bent me over.  Before I could reach for more lube he had pushed his cock into me.  He wasted no time in opening me up.  He started pounding me again and he was slamming my ass.  Bang bang bang bang he kept pounding that ass and pumping me good.  After about 8 minutes he stopped, leaving the tip of his cock inside me, and said he didn’t think he could cum again.  I asked, “Are you enjoying it?”  Without replying he started pounding me again.

After about 5 minutes he stopped again and told me he wasn’t going to be able to cum.  I didn’t ask this time, I growled back at him, “Fuck me sir!” He obliged me and started drilling my ass.  I muttered to him to keep going and to use my ass.

He did.  He kept drilling that ass hard, slapping his body against my ass and trying in vain to split my ass in half.  After what seemed like ten minutes he managed to cum again.  It was the same as before, but without the pause.  It was really hot, I felt his cock get a little bigger and then noticed he got alot more intense.  Then he thrust in and stopped.  As he stopped his thick meaty cock started to pulse, pumping his seed deep inside me again.

He didn’t hold it in for a while this time.  While he was still in me he grabbed his towel and started drying off.  When he got down to his midsection he pulled his cock out, wiped it off and cleaned up.  He thanked me again, wrapped his towel around his body and walked out the door.

I had rolled over by now and realized the cooler air from the hallway felt fantastic flowing over the sweat on my body.  After a second I snapped out of my daze and realized the door was open.  I pushed it shut with my foot and laid back on the bed, just collapsing in post-seeding exhaustion.  My hole had behaved and I had just gotten that thorough fucking that every bottom longs for when they are horny.

As I lay there in the darkness, listening to dance music blaring through the speakers I heard my phone buzz.  I reached for my phone and unlocked it.  I had a text message already from the stud who’s seed was oozing out of my ass.  That was a good sign and suggested I would get bred again by him someday.


I had spent about an hour sitting in the hot tub and relaxing in the pool.  I was chatting with this other Amateur Radio Operator.  It was nice to engage in casual intelligent conversation from time to time.  I looked up at the clock and realized it was 10 something.  I dried off and headed up to my room for a drink.

I was torn over leaving or getting another load.  My pussy had been thoroughly wrecked a little earlier that evening.  Always the cum-whore I decided to make a lap and see if I could get another load before I left.

I headed to the maze noting it had quieted down.  I picked one of my usual spots and stood with my ass facing out, leaning against a corner gently.  This allowed me to see all around me and gave tops a chance to see my ass and approach me.

I wasn’t there more than 5 minutes when this early 30’s black guy walked up.  He made a couple of passes by me and I wondered if he was one of these damn racist guys.  Nope, he was just shy.  He came back and stood right behind me.  He grabbed my ass and I reached back and grabbed his half-erect cock.  I asked if he wanted to fuck some ass and he replied, “yes.”  “My room or here?”, I asked.  Before he could answer I replied, I’m in room 406.  See you there.  “ok” he said.  I wasn’t sure if he was really going to come.

I walked to my room and let myself in.  I put my towel off to the side and set down my lube and poppers.  While I was wondering if he was going to show up a shadow appeared in the door.  I had left the door cracked a couple of inches.  He opened the door and looked into my dark room.  I greeted him and said “Hi there.”  He stepped in and shut the door behind himself.  I dropped down and started sucking him.  I then stood up and before I could turn around he grabbed me and pulled me into him.  We started kissing and making out which is always a bonus.  We did this for a few minutes and I could feel his cock pushing against me.  I couldn’t stand it and lubed him up and bent over in front of him.  His cock curves gently upwards, but he was pretty experienced.  He slid it in and started pumping my ass good.  After a few minutes I asked if he liked to be ridden.  He said yes and I asked if I could.  He said sure and pulled out.

I moved out of the way and let him lay down before getting on top of him.  We started making out and I was grinding against his cock.  Then I lifted myself up and he maneuvered his cock against my hole.  I eased down on to his ass noting that it burned a little.  This meant my ass was torn up real good by the previous guy, too tall.  Fortunately this guy was somewhat more conventional.  I bounced up and down on his shaft and he pumped my hole from below.  This went on for a few minutes.  It was beginning to tire me out…. so time to change positions.  I stopped and made out with him for a few minutes.  He grabbed my dick and stroked it a bit.  As a bottom I usually don’t get turned on.  But something about this guy had me going. He asked if I liked to top, to which I said sure, sometimes.  There was a twinkle in his eye, so I asked if he wanted to get fucked right now.  He said yes, so I maneuvered myself between his legs.  I grabbed some lube and lubed his hole.  Next I offered him some poppers before I hit them myself.  Then I slipped the head of my cock inside him while leaning forward to make out with him some more.

He moaned softly as I slipped in him.  I wasted no time getting all the way in him.  He had a nice tight hole and he was very sensual.  It was refreshingly good sex for the baths.   I started slowly but before long was pounding his hole.  After a few minutes of pounding his ass I slammed my cock in and unloaded in him.  Then I collapsed on top of him nuzzled against his neck.  He was caressing my shoulders and it really felt great.

After a few minutes I realized that he had precum quite a bit and I could feel his cock periodicallly throbbing against my stomach.  I knew that I still owed him my hole.

I suggested that we try me face down ass up for him to breed and he agreed.  I maneuvered into position and he slipped behind me and inside me.  He began to pump me and then stopped after a couple of minutes.  I asked if he was edging and he said yes.  I told him I wanted his load next time.  He held his cock in side me still.  After a minute or so he started pumping again.  This went on for a couple of minutes before he started to edge again.  I squeezed down on his cock with my muscular ass and begin to push back against him working his shaft.  This pushed him over the edge and he resumed pounding me until he shot his load.  I felt a good 3 squirts come out of him and deep up in my ass.  We both lay there quietly.  Me on my stomach and him on my back inside me.  His cock felt fantastic, even if I was a little bit sore.

As with all good things he slid out and stood up.  I rolled over and turned the light on a bit.  I asked what area he lived in and was pleasantly surprised it was my side of town.  He wasn’t as handsome in the light, but he was very good in bed and I didn’t give a damn.  I grabbed my phone and opened the contacts.  I asked if he wanted to get together sometime.  He said sure and I asked for his phone number.  I sent him a text and told him I looked forward to it.

I noticed his cock was still sticking straight out with a gentle curve up.  I needed to get home and eat, so I whisked him out the door despite the temptation to ride him for another load.  Hopefully I will hear from him soon.

Too Tall Fucking

Sometimes after a long day it’s nice to go to Midtowne Spa and unwind.  Monday was one of those days.  Half price rooms are a good thing and traffic was light on the way in.  I parked without any trouble and went in.  The staff is friendly and it’s like seeing an old friend most of the time when I get to the counter.  I said high to the kinky old guy who was working the desk and asked for a regular room, preferably one with hung tops.  He chuckled and asked if 406 would work?  I told him that was fine and paid my $10 and change.

I went up to my room, undressed, lubed my ass and opened up a new bottle of poppers.  I always like to pre-lube my ass before I go prowling.  It helps ensure a slippery fuck.  I decided to open a new bottle from US Pop Shop… their poppers are smooth and different from the PWD stuff I order online.  Sort of a little treat to offset the stupidity of a long workday.

I grabbed my poppers, lube, and towel, put my key around my arm and strode out the door to see what I could find.  On the way there I noticed a really tall black guy pacing in a hall but fully dressed.  It was busy for a Monday but quiet in the maze area.  There was a stocky white guy who looked like he might be kinky.  The problem with 20-somethings is you just never know if they want to fuck or still are working through their bullshit.  I decided to just pick a spot and see if he hit on me.

After a few minutes I decided it would be better for me to pick a different spot.  I like to stand with my ass out facing a wall at a corner.  This lets me keep an eye out, but leaves my ass open for passing tops to grab and show they are interested.  I jokingly think of it as setting the cookies out.  It rarely disappoints.  I had been there for under 5 minutes when too tall came by.  I knew he was walking around the glory hole booths and could tell he was prowline for ass.  When he did come around the back where I was at he predictably stopped and his hand landed on my ass.  He deftly worked his finger in my crack and found it was prelubed.  He pushed his rough finger against my hole a few times and I just relaxed.  He leaned over my shoulder and growled “105” in my ear.  I knew that this meant to meet him at his room, number 105.

If you go to a bathhouse enough, the rooms begin to take on a personality.  105 definitely had a personality.  I had gotten dicked good in that room a few times, so I was excited.  I took my time getting there and found him just opening the door when I arrived.  I followed him in without a word.  He shut the door behind me and I realized it was really dark, more so then usual in this room.

I hit my poppers, lubed my hole and set my towel and stuff on the end of the mattress.  He was getting undressed and I knew what was next.  I dropped to my knees and he put his floppy cock in my mouth.  It tasted nasty, but I kept sucking it.  Any temptation to take it out of my mouth and ask what was on it was gone when he grabbed my head and started face fucking me.  He had not said a word to me since I got here and I could tell this was going to be a good fuck.  He was probably about 8.5, average thickness, but he had it crammed down my throat.  His bushy pubes were against my face and rubbing my nose.  Some guys have a smell to them and this guy was definitely musty.  I was beginning to choke a bit, but he didn’t care, he was fucking my face working towards getting fully erect.

Just as quickly as he had started he stopped.  He pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed.  I hit my poppers hard and spread some lube on his cock.  I did manage to get two squirts of lube on his dick before he pushed me over the bed and began working his way in.  He wasn’t particularly gentle the way some guys are.  He was here to fuck and it was really obvious that he was using my hole for that purpose.

He had one big hand on my hips, his cock deep in my ass, and then he took his other hand and put it between my shoulders.  He pushed me all the way down on to the mattress.  Meanwhile he was pounding my ass and finally getting more vocal.  Mainly consisting of moans and take it boy’s. I was pinned down on the bed and able to just work myself around to where I could look back between my legs.  This afforded me the opportunity to periodically hit my poppers when he would pause.  Otherwise I was watching his legs come towards me and away from me as he proceeded to wreck my hole.

This went on for a good 20 minutes and he was tearing my ass up.  If felt like he was churning my insides with a stick!  I was still basically pinned on the bed.  He would periodically stop and his giant hands would swoop down and push my knees together, forcing my ass higher.  I finally figured out that this was more convenient for him because he was tall.  I had wedged my head against the wall to keep from being banged into the wall.  As he would push I would feel him push against me, pushing me into the wall and I could hear the other wall being pushed behind him.  For a second I wondered what others might think… and then I decided to egg him on a little bit.  Sometimes talking shit gets you a load of cum faster.

I told him he was tearing me up.  No response.  I told him to use that ass.  No response, no change.  I told him I needed a break soon.  No you don’t, came the reply.  I quietly said, yes I do.  He leaned over me and said, “No, You don’t! I’m not done with you, take it.” and with that he was holding me down and seemingly doubled up on pounding my ass.  He was shoving it in and then working his cock around like he was going to find some sort of god damn prize.  For the tops reading this I promise you don’t want the prize that this produces.  I muttered that I needed to stop soon.  He ignored me and just kept fucking.  Bang, bang bang sweep, bang bang sweep.

Finally he thrust in, moaned, and I felt his cock pulse a few times as he bred my hole and filled it with his seed.  He pulled out and stood against the wall for a second.  I grabbed my towel, poppers, and lube.  At about that moment the door opened which I knew was my queue to get the fuck out.  I wasted no time in leaving.  As I walked away the door to 107 opened revealing a very hot black guy.  He looked at me and looked me up and down.  I guess he had been watching me get fucked.  It’s possible to stand on the mattress and see over the wall into the next room.  I paused to see if he was going to invite me in, and he retreated into his room, shutting the door.

My hole was drippy and I knew that it was time to go sit in the hot tub for a few minutes.

Fluffy’s Torpedo

It had taken forever to get checked in.  The new clerk at Midtowne Spa was having trouble with the old computer.  When I finally got to him I could tell he was flustered, so I tried to be as nice as possible.  He issued me the key for room 501.  I locked up my wallet and my car keys and trotted up the stairs to my assigned den of iniquity.  I normally didn’t go to the bathhouse on a Friday.  It was usually too busy for me to effectively get dick.  I was bored tonight and horny, so after hours of getting knowhere on Grindr I had cleaned out and headed off to the baths.

On my way to my room I passed the normal menagerie of characters that made Midtowne unique and fun.  I saw my “friend” who liked to chat about the plight of corporate workers while waiting for a nice dick to suck.  We both worked corporate jobs and he was a nice guy to chat with.  I said “hi” to him and he said “hi” back.  Ships passing in the night, I strode to my room, anxious to get undressed and start prowling.

I reached my assigned room.  I swore every room had a different lock, this one was no different.  It took me three tries before I convinced the tired ass lock to open up and let me in the room.  Johnny had done a great job getting my room ready.  Johnny was the hardest working Latino floor guy the World had ever known.  Friendly, polite, and cleaned like a Catholic.  He always worked evenings.  I felt sorry for him, but really appreciated his hard work.  My room had a small paper bag for a trash can, a light switch, a “mattress” and a pastel sheet.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough to lay down on, relax on, and get fucked on.  It would do the trick, or hopefully tricks.  I stepped in and shut the door behind me.  I put my bag on the “table” that was built in and stripped off my shirt and sweatpants.  I tossed them on the bag and placed my phone next to my backpack.  I opened the side pocket and fished out my Uranus Wet Lube and my collection of poppers.  After briefly looking at them I picked the one that would put me in my place and took a short hit on it.  I then lubed up my ass and cock.  I grabbed my towel, put my key around my arm and picked up my lube and poppers before heading out the door.  It was time to prowl.

I headed back to the maze to see what was going on.  This maze was dark and usually had some fucking going on.  It was one of the things you could count on at Midtown.  The ceiling fan desperately needed to be ripped down.  It had long ago stopped working and was hanging at an angle, covered in dust.  A single, bare red light bulb lit the maze area with some rope lights thrown in for ambiance.  I surveyed the men.  A competing Latin bottom, a Black cock sucker, and a white power bottom were in attendance.  The obligatory not into you black guy with the 9 inch cock and the slim shady looking for head were wandering through every couple of minutes.  I decided to setup shop by standing with my cock in my hand leaning forward against the wall.  This left my ass out and kept my cock away from creepy dick grabbers.  I liked to slowly massage my cock and judge how turned on something or someone made me as I thought about the possibility they represented.

After a minute or so Fluffy appeared.  Fluffy was… well fluffy.  A big big black guy, about my height and probably double my weight.  I admired his courage in coming in here and wondered what he was into.  Certainly not my type, I was keeping myself amused by watching him.  He slid down the narrow walk way towards me, being unusually polite to the other guys.  As he approached me I could tell he was staring at my ass.  This made me mildly uncomfortable because I was being setup to have to let him down easy and encourage him to move along.  I’m into getting fucked…. and fat guys usually don’t have enough dick to interest me.  Sorry, it’s just how it is.  Kitty has needs and you needs to be able to get in kitty to meet them.

I was right, he was laser focused on my ass.  He slowed down when he got to me and stopped directly behind me.  I could kind of see him out of the corner of my eye, but I really could feel the heat coming off of him.  I realized he was probably within a foot of me and still staring intently at my ass. His big broad hand reached out and started to caress my back and shoulders.  He had a nice touch, but he had to be all of at least 350.  He was fat!  I did not want to cause a scene, so I let him continue to rub my back.  Besides, it felt good.  After a few minutes he moved closer to me.

As he moved closer I felt IT.  I gasped a little as his cock bumped my ass.  His body wasn’t touching me, but his cock was.  My hole puckered a little and my hand reached down to see what this was.  I gently placed my hand around the shaft of his cock and stroked it a bit to get a feel for his size.  Oh My God Becky!  This was a BIG cock.  It was probably 10 inches and a happy handful around.  I wondered in my mind if I could take it.  I wasn’t sure, but I was gonna fucking find out.

At about that moment I decided to move into a cubby space and bend over.  I motioned for Fluffy to follow me and he willingly did.  I quickly lubed my hole, his cock, my dick, and his cock again.  And then I hit my poppers like some asthmatic kid on an inhaler trying to save his life.  I needed to loosen my hole up, like 5 seconds ago.  Godzilla was coming!  It crossed my mind that I was about take a cock that was attached to someone I didn’t find terribly attractive.  But this was a fuck not a date and I didn’t really give a shit.  My hole was twitching and wanting to be stretched and plowed. I was standing in front of fluffy and he was standing behind me and “occupying” the entrance to the cubby.  One good thing I thought is that nobody was going to get past him.  I hated “interference” from desparate queens who would stick their hands in and try to grab the tops dick while you were getting fucked.

As I bent over Fluffy put the head of his cock against my ass and started to push.  At first my ass wasn’t having any of it.  A vision of the Panama canal locks flashed through my mind, holding back a huge ship behind massive doors.  As if on queue, Fluffy turned up the pressure and broke down the doors to my ass.  Expertly he pushed just the head in which caused my hole to tighten up and grip his cock.  He stopped and started rubbing my shoulders again which relaxed me.  This was his queue to start to pull back and then push a little deeper.  He continued this for a few minutes working his massive black meat into my stretched white hole.

The whole time I had been sniffing poppers like it was some sort of religious sacrament.  In a way it was…. .the incense of the horny bottom worshipping the big meat God. I think he was probably half way in when it happened.  He suddenly stopped being nice and it’s like someone opened the throttle.  He started pile driving my ass.  Not all at once, but it went from pull and push to thump….. thump….. thump thump… thump thump thump.  Next thing I knew I was being fully assaulted from behind.  He was slamming his cock deep in my hole and shaking my whole body.  I’m not a little guy, but I’m not fat either.  I’m 5’11” 205# and built okay.  I was being pushed around by the black meat in my ass like some sort of rag doll.  My head was periodically hitting the wall in front of me and at some point he got all the way in because I remember his balls starting to slap my ass.  He was like one of those piledriving machines you see on the construction sites just banging his pole deeper into my hole.  He showed no sign of climaxing or getting anywhere near ready to bust a nut in my hole.

No good deed goes unpunished and by this time a crowd had gathered behind him to watch him wreck my ass.  Sex in the maze is sometimes spontaneous and I could catch glimpses and hear the signs that several other cocks were getting worked nearby.  On the one hand I hoped there was a line forming, and on the other my mind was writing checks that my ass would be to worn out to cash.  I was aware of a burning sensation that was building in my ass and what I can only describe as “surf” the sensation when your guts have been churned and you aren’t sure what is about to happen next.  You just know that it won’t be something nice.  Fluffy kept right on pounding my ass like some kind of mechanical beast, periodically telling my what a nice white boy ass I had.  I did my best to mutter yes sir, and fuck my hole.  I would periodically ask if he was going to breed me, or if he was getting close.  Over the course of 20 minutes this disintegrated into alternating pleas for his seed and warnings that kitty was going to need a break.

He got rougher as time went on and finally had me pinned between his meat and the wall pumping me like some sort of invader.  Almost anti-climatically he warned me that he was about to nut in my ass and then a few strokes later I felt it.  It was like he had turned on a hose and his seed gushed into my hole filling me up and dripping out.  He pulled out almost immediately pulling some of his seed with him.  It followed his cock out and hit the floor with a loud splash.  I was a bit embarassed but it was dark and nobody could tell what it was.  He said “Thanks white boy” and walked off leaving my totally wrecked, seeded hole gasping for breath against the wall of the cubby hole.  Whatever sort of line might have formed scattered like pigeons before a cat when Fluffy’s load unceremoniously squirted partly out of my ass and hit the floor with a loud noise.  So there I was in the maze, alone, with cum running down the inside of my thighs listening to blaring dance music and trying to reconcile that a fat guy with a monster cock had just wrecked my ass.  Not one to miss a moment I decided this was my queue to exit.  I wiped my legs and ass with my towel and briskly walked off towards my room to rest and recover.

I have not seen Fluffy since he wrecked my pussy.

The recycler

Do you have any loads in?  That was the abrasive, somewhat rude question that blurted across Grindr.  I thought, who the fuck are you?  Before answering, I navigated Grindr’s awful interface to view the inquisitor’s profile.  Hmm, I thought.  Ginger and spice, how nice indeed.  27, 6’2″ 190#, red head, and green eyes.  I did not have any loads in yet, the universe was being flaky this afternoon.  So I responded honestly with “No, you want to put one in?”  Tic Toc Tic Toc no reply… oh well, another nosy Grindr flake I thought.  After I had moved on to something else my phone buzzed again.  A reply! “Get a load first, I only fuck cummy holes.”  Hmm, okay…. so I responded “Cock pic?”  This was my standard line and it was pretty equivalent to show me the fucking goods.  A minute or so later a couple of pictures appeared on my phone.  Wow, I thought, what a nice thick white cock.  How rare for Houston.  I sent a picture of my ass back and queried him, “Do you like to fuck raw?”  No sense in playing games, let’s qualify him to see if he is going to fuck or play condom games.  “yes” came back the response, followed by “Get a load and hit me up.”

Thus started a game of cat and mouse that went on for a few weeks.  The timing was always off, he was available when I wasn’t or vice versa.  Finally one day the timing lined up.  I had cleaned out that morning in hopes of getting laid.  I was not disappointed.  Around 11am my redhead hit me up, again demanding I be bred before he would fuck me.  This time I had a nearby trick interested, so I was able to broker a deal.  I’d go get a load and then come home to host redhead.  The source of the load wasn’t bad.  A 24yo black guy with a 7 inch average cock that curved slightly down.  He was a pretty aggressive fuck and always nutted quickly.  He was a bit of a freak and once in a while he had a buddy who wanted to play.  No big deal, I was using him for his load to get to the redhead today.  He didn’t have to know this.  I agreed to hook up with him and headed to his place to get a load.  He lives in this $600/mo apartment in Pasadena, TX.  It’s the kind of place that has a nice sign, but the rest of the property is a shithole.  I imagine that the leasing agent shops at TJ Maxx and Ross Dress for Less and considers those to be high end fashion.  The gate to this ‘community’ is a real work of art.  You have to punch in a four digit code to get in and it never works right for me.  As I sat their punching in codes cars lined up behind me.  Finally the latina woman behind me got out of her car and came over and told me how to put the code in.  She looked impatient with her two kids in her beat the hell up Toyota mini van.  I could tell she had been fucked at least twice from the two kids in the car.  I wondered if her husband was a good fuck or not.  As the gate finallly opened my mind snapped back to the present.  I navigated the well worn parking lot full of has been cars that told the tale of their owners who lived paycheck to paycheck.  I parked and locked my car and walked over to my trick’s apartment.  Unit #705.  He always answered the door from behind the door and today was no exception.  He was naked and erect when I walked in.  It was dark in the apartment.  We went to his bedroom which was just off the kitchen and living area.  I lubed him and my ass up and the hit my poppers.  He bent me over the bed and slid his cock in, stretching my hole a little as he entered me.  He never wasted any time and started pumping me and moaning.  I actually enjoyed the way he fucked, so I was stroking my own cock while he pumped me.  He usually hit my g-spot and made me shoot my creamy load onto the carpet and side of his bed.  Today was no exception.  I shot my load and he kept fucking.  A few minutes later he slammed his cock balls deep into me and creamed my hole.  He always pulls out a few seconds later, and then the show is over.  It’s back to normal for him and he ushers me out as quickly as he can.  As best I can tell he is some sort of security guard for a refinery or government building.  He claims to be a musician too.  His apartment is full of knicknacks and crap.  In and of itself this wouldn’t be odd, but I wonder how a 24 year old manages to decorate with this much crap.  It’s like a woman lives there, but other than the junk there is no real sign of a woman.  I wonder about this as I navigate the cramped apartment and make my way to the door.  I’m not annoyed this time and am anxious to get home and get my redhead.

As I get to the car I check Grindr to make sure we’re still on.  I have four messages from redhead.  Fuck, I was only bent over for about 10 minutes.  Four fucking messages?  grrr.  He’s sitting in my driveway and wants to know how soon I can be there.  Ugh, dammit.  I pull out of Shithole Creek Apartments and head for home.  I’m always careful in Pasadena not to speed.  The cops are hot, but they would just assume give you a ticket as spit on you.  Home is only 3 miles away, so it doesn’t take me long to navigate the school zones and wierd ass streets that run at funny angles.

I’m horned up and craving his cock as I drive, and still slightly loopy from my poppers and good pounding.  I pull into the driveway and see a shiny black car sitting in my parking spot.  I park next to him and look over, not quite sure what to expect.  Sometimes Grindr tricks are hot, and sometimes they are not.  This guy is hot.  Like Clark Kent hot, clean cut, buzzed haircut.  Scruffy.  I start to feel moist as we make eye contact.  Oh I’m really wanting this and at the same time thinking, wow, what did I do to get this guy ?

As we both get out and make small talk I unlock the gate and invite him in.  We walk past the pool and I unlock the bedroom French doors.  I draw the blinds that are built into the doors.  We both start stripping and hanging our clothes on various pieces of furniture in the bedroom.

As he undresses in front of me I see that his cock really is thick and big.  I’m guessing it’s 4.5 around and 9 long.  yum, this is going to be a great fuck I think.  I drop down on my knees and he puts it in my mouth and starts working me over.  I’m rock hard, dripping, and stroking as I suck him hard.  I keep sucking him and bobbing on his cock.  He’s running his hands through my hair and pushing my head down on his cock to where I can hardly breath.  It’s intense.  And then he pulls me up and asks if I still have a load in my ass.  Of course I reply.  He pushes me over the bed and drops down on his knees.  Before I can ask what he’s doing he is sniffing my ass.  I think wow, he’s checking.  As I start to ask him about it he sticks his tongue into my crack and starts eating me out.  He’s clearly done this before and he’s pretty good at it.  My hole instinctively opens a bit as he probes it with his tongue.  It feels like he is licking the cum out of my ass!

After a few minutes of this he stands up and puts the head of his cock against my ass.  I turn to put some lube on him and he stops me and holds me against the bed.  He says to me, “The cum from the other guy is my lube, you’ll take it like this.” With that he pushes inside me and I inhale deeply on my poppers as he stretches and invades my ass.  I’m loving every second of it.  He starts working in and out going deeper with  each thrust until he is balls deep.  At that point he shifts and starts pounding my ass for a few minutes.  We are both turned on and having hot intense sex.  As he seems to be getting close he stops and pulls out.  Without a word he lays down on the bed and moves to the center of my king size bed.  I follow him up on the bed and climb on top of him.  He maneuvers me over his cock and sits me down on it.  I begin to slowly rock up and down on his meat as he is tweaking my nipples and I’m playing with his furry red chest hair.  I lean down to kiss him and he quickly turns away, signaling that he doesn’t kiss.  Too bad I was already falling for him imagining trying to date this big dicked kinky freak.

After several minutes of riding him and nuzzling and groping each other he pushes me over and off of him.  He gets up on his knees and moves me face down and ass up in front of him.  I correctly anticipate him sliding in me, but this time he’s holding me down and really pounding my ass.  It’s good, it’s deep, and it’s big.  Wow, it’s a great piece of meat between his legs.  After a few minutes of this he pushes in and I can feel his cock pulse as he creams my hole.  He lays there for a minute or two with his cock inside me, surrounded by his seed which is deep inside my ass.  Then he slowly pulls out and climbs out of bed.

We don’t talk much.  I wipe down and offer him a clean towel.  He wipes up and starts getting dressed.  Neither of us says anything.  As he gets ready to go I thank him and suggest we should do it again.  He says he enjoyed it and we’ll see.

Fucked by the Fire Inspector

He was here.  I saw him maneuvering his government issued vehicle and backing into my driveway like he always did.  I briefly thought back thinking of how many times this guy had come over and fucked my ass and buried his seed in me.  I had first found him via a Craigslist ad.  It was titled something along the lines of “fuck and seed my ass.”  I normally got flakes off this particular posting, but this guy was not a flake.

He insisted on fucking me anonymous.  I was naked, cleaned out, and lubed up.  I would be face down on a sleeping bag in the middle of my garage waiting on him to fuck me.  What he didn’t know is that I would watch through a crack in the fabric I had hung in the garage window.  That helped me minimize my “down time” face down ass up on the garage floor waiting for his thick latin dick.  Every time was the same game.  I would watch him back in and then I would slip some more lube in my ass and get face down on the sleeping bag.  I kept my end of the deal and never directly looked at him.  He would walk in to the garage and strip down out of his uniform.  Carefully putting his uniform on a chair that I had nearby for him.  He was Latino, probably Puerto Rican or mixed Spanish/White.  He was hung with a 7.75-8 inch thick cock and he liked to fuck.  Hard, Deep, and long enough to bust a nut, but not so long as to make me bored.  It was always dick in ass, pounding until he nutted.  No talking, no kissing, and no looking at him.  Always no looking at him.  For a while he was in the routine of fucking me a couple of times a week.  I knew roughly what time and I basically had to be ready when the request came in.

He was like a freight train in some ways, silence preceding a storm of fucking, followed by silence after he left.  I quickly made my way across the garage floor.  I hated having dust on my feet, so I stopped to wipe them quickly on the towel on the floor before getting on the sleeping bag.  Dirt on the sleeping bag always found it’s way into the lube on my cock.  I love to jack off while I’m getting fucked…..

I set the lube on the cement block I used as an altar during sex.  I jokingly call it an altar.  It is always in front of me and has a bottle of lube and two bottles of poppers.  One is a primary and the other is a backup in case the primary spills.  I then quickly grabbed the primary and inhaled deeply.  I felt the poppers take hold, loosening my hole.  I always called this moment “descent,” as I descended into sex.  One breath isn’t usually enough.  So I hit the poppers two more times.  Holding the last breath deeply to ensure maximum impact.  I then assumed the position.

Seconds later the door opened and in strode my latin cock freight train.  He slipped the door quietly behind him and strode over to me.  Without a word he undressed and got on his knees behind me.  He reached over me and grabbed the lube, helping himself to a handful that he rubbed on his manhood.  He set the lube back on my altar and then swiftly maneuvered himself behind me with his cock pushing against my hole.

One thing I always appreciated is that he knew what he was doing.  He was an incredible intense fuck.  He slowly inserted himself in me in one motion bottoming out with his balls against my hole.  I took another deep breath on my poppers while he was going in.  I told myself this had to help make it easier.  He paused for a moment once he was all the way in and then pulled out 3/4 of the way.  At about 3/4 of the way out he abruptly stopped and started pounding my hole.  Bang Bang bang bang bang…. drilling it with his thick cock.  By this time his arms were mixed in with mine.  While he wasn’t into kissing on the lips he would often lick my neck and ears and nibble on my shoulders.  He continued this in what I call the fag missionary position…. ass up face down, top above me.  After about 10 minutes he would speed up a little bit and then blow his load deep inside me.  Most of the time that was it and the show was over.  He would pull out, stand up, wipe off, and get dressed.  After he got dressed he would mutter “Thanks.”  I would normally reply, “You’re welcome.”  At which point he would walk out the door, letting it slam behind him.  He would hop in his government vehicle and pull out just as quickly as he had arrived and backed in.

This general pattern went on for about a year.  I don’t remember precisely what happened, but at some point we stopped hooking up.  I remember the hookups pretty fondlly and thought it would be fun to share on my blog.  It’s been quite a bit and some of the details were changed, but the core of it did happen.