Sorry folks, it has been awhile since my last post. Two factors have caused this delay. First, like Bikeguy, most of my hookups take place while I am on business travel. My travel is just now picking up again after the holiday slow down. Secondly, Roomie has been venturing into my bed more and more as he has gotten over the fact that I nearly raped him that first time. I have not yet decided if I will blog anymore about sex with my housemate. I find it more difficult to write about fucking a guy who is not only a very good friend, and one who lives in the same house. No, he does not know about this blog yet.
Anyway, it is Tuesday morning and I am in the Airport awaiting my flight back to DC from Alabama. My cock is a bit sore from fucking a skinny white boy so hard last night. t It was a punishment fuck to be sure.
The trick’s name is Mike. The interesting thing is how we hooked up. Mike is actually a repeat from a previous trip early last year. Evidently, while putting the hookup together last year, I put his cell phone number in my phone with just his first name. The day before began this trip, I was looking for another number and came across “Mike xxx.xxx.xxxx (in Birmingham)”. I had no recollection of this Mike, or the previous hookup. As if figured out later, this hookup took place eight months ago. On a whim, I decided to send the number a txt msg that said,
“Will be in town Sunday night though Tuesday morning”.
When I landed in Birmingham Sunday afternoon, and turned my phone on, there was a return msg,
“who is this?”
and another one that said,
“You looking?”
To make a long story short, I confessed to not knowing who I was sending the message to, but that we must have hooked-up before. Within about 4 msgs he was asking me
“Are you a big muscled black guy with a fat Bulldog Dick that fucked me silly last spring at the Hilton?”
The “Bulldog Dick” is a term he used the last time we fucked, and this keyed my memory.
“Yes, that would be me.”
We made plans for a second fuck at 6:00 PM Monday night.
At about 10 til 6 I get a txt msg saying:
“Hey, I am running late but I will be there by 6:30”
Maybe it is my background, but punctuality is important to me, and his being late irritated me a bit. Nonetheless, I responded:
“Copy That”
By 6:45 I am pissed and decided to call off the fuck.
“Listen guy, maybe another time”
He responded,
Mike: “I am here… pulling into the parking lot now”
Me: “Yeah, but this was supposed to go down at 1800 hours”
Mike: “I am sorry, I could not get away from work …”
Me: “I gotta tell ya… I am kinda pissed”
Mike: “I understand… take it out on me sexually Sir”
I truly had no plan to go through with this fuck until he said to take my anger out on him sexually… Honestly, that made my dick rock hard instantly.
Me: “Very well, proceed to room 202”
As this guy, Mike, walks through the door, I realize that I had forgotten what a hot body he has. He is 6’, 145lbs, 33 waist, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had the classic swimmers body type. He also has one of those perfectly shaped bubble buts with only the slightest giggle to it when you smack it.
As soon as the door is closed and he turns to face me, I slap him hard across the face. He says nothing, looks down at the floor and prepares himself for the next slap which comes immediately. Again, he says nothing and stands there. I tell him to get naked and he hurriedly begins to remove all of his clothing and then waits for me by the bed.
As soon as I am also naked I turn him, and lean him over the side of the bed. I put just a bit of lube on the head of my cock. I want this first stroke to hurt. He had produced this little bottle of popper and was sniffing hard, trying to prepare himself for the initial shock of me penetrating him. As soon as he had the cap back on the bottle, I thrust into him in one strong motion. He yells out, and tries to get away by moving forward onto the bed, but he cant. I have a firm grip of his narrow hips and I move with him so that my fat cock stays burred deep in his guts. He is withering and moaning loudly on the bed underneath me. After holding my cock in him for about 15 second. I yank it out and he collapses flat on the bed. I walked over to my suitcase and remove an expensive bottle of German poppers.
“Here, use these…they are much stronger”
He gladly takes the new poppers, and takes a huge pull on them. I was a bit concerned about this because these poppers knock me on my ass! Nevertheless, he sort of drifted off into la la land as I repositioned him onto his back with his legs over my shoulders.
Just before I push back into him… he looks at me all glassy eyed and says,
“Please take me Sir… Punish me… Please breed me Sir”
With that I began a very hard driving fuck. His ass, now completely open, felt GREAT, but when he started to rub my nips while I was fucking him… I went into over drive. For awhile, all that could be heard was the click-clacky sound of cock moving in and out of a well lubed ass. The distinctive balls slapping bare ass. And, the gutteral moans of a well fucked bottom.
I fucked him steady for about 20 minutes, stopping only a couple of times to add more lube. He manages to say in a groggy voice,
“I don’t know how much more I can take Sir”. To that I said,
“You are about to get what you came for.”
I took a small sniff of the German poppers and worked my way up to and explosive orgasm. I counted 5 strong shots deep into his guts. As I did he said,
“Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir”
I stayed in him for about a minute while I came down off my popper high. As soon as I pulled out he ask,
“May I cum now Sir?”
“Proceed”
I think he maybe got three good strokes in before he shot one of the biggest loads I have ever seen come out of a dick. He was not a strong shooter, rather, it just keep flowing out the head of his cock , all over his cock, hand and balls.
I helped him up and sent him into the bathroom to clean up. He was in there for about 5 minutes before he re-emerged, got dressed and left. The only thing he said before he left was,
“Please, text me again Sir when you come back”
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Night Visit
Entregate, you were right! Roomie did come visit my bed Friday night after Christmas.
Sorry It has been a while since I posted last. Have had plenty of sexual encounters, but with the Holidays, and having been thrown for a loop with the whole housemate rape thing, I needed to take a short break and think through some shit. Nonetheless, I am back now and will start off by quickly bringing you up to speed on what happened whit Roomie.
If you have been following this blog, you know that after I took advantage of by drunk, mostly straight, housemate, he insisted that I prove my HIV Negative status. I was tested and it came back Negative and I posted the results on his bedroom door as he was still not talking to me at that point. Let see, that was the Tuesday before Christmas.
I did not see much of him at all that week as he spent the Holiday with family out in Virginia. We both worked on Friday following Christmas. I had made it a quite night by eating an early dinner out, and then watching some HBO movie at home. I went to bed around 11:00. At some point during the night, I hear him come in the house. From the banging and talking to himself (something that he does when he is drunk) I quickly figured out that he was drunk.
About five minutes after I heard him enter the house, my bedroom door opens. I look up to seem his standing in the doorway. He is shirtless, and has nothing on his feet. He belt was undone, and his jeans were open at the fly and showing the top of his white underwear.
I said, "What's up?"
He said nothing. He simply hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear and shucked them down to the floor in one motion. He stepped out of his jeans and walked four steps to the foot of my bed.
I said, "Are You sure?"
Again he did not speak, he simply nodded his head and then kneeled on the bed, pausing a moment before leaning over to rest his upper body on his elbows. His head was planted into the mattress.
I needed no further encouragement. I climbed out of bed nude and reached for the bottle of lube I keep in the night stand beside my bed. I stood behind him with a raging hard-on. The only sound in the room was the click clack sound of me rubbing a lot of lube all over my dick.
I took a step forward and he jumped slightly as the head of my cock made contact with his pucker. I grabbed his narrow hips with both hands and held him in place as I slowly pressed the head of my cock through his super tight sphincter. He grunted loudly as I popped his hole and sank all of my fat cock inside him. I had to tighten my grip on his hips as his natural reaction was to try and move away from the pain. I held him to my crotch for about thirty seconds until the pain started to go away and his hole adjusted to my girth.
I began to fuck him slowly, but I soon determined that I would not prolong this fuck because by now it was obvious that this would be a "dirty" fuck. Clearly, he is not aware of how a good bottom prepares to be fucked.
In less than a minute, I had him completely open and was fucking him with strong deep strokes. out of curiosity, I did quick "reach around" and found that he was indeed rock hard. I wanted to make this good for him so I pulled out and flipped him on his back. As I re-entered him, I angled my cock up, trying to hit his prostate with each stroke. Perhaps out of embarrassment or defiance, he still would not look at me as his eyes were close tight and his head was turned to the side. The only sound he made was grunts that were in perfect sync with the down stroke of my cock in his hole.
I soon felt the my orgasm approaching and I did not ask, rather, I told him, "I am going to cum in your ass"
With this announcement, he finally opened his eye and looked directly at me. At the same time he reached between his legs and began to aggressively stroke his cock. With one last, deep thrust, I let go, and shot a huge load deep in his hole. As I shot, I felt him tighten his hole around my cock. As soon as I was done unloading, he began to spry his chest and stomach with his own cum which came out in very thick globs.
As soon as he appeared to be done shooting his load, i slowly pulled out of him and went to the bathroom for a towel to clean up the mess. When I came back in the room, he was curled up in the fetal position.
"Are you okay?" long pause.
"I am better than okay... thank you... I know that we need to talk... but I am not ready for that yet... is that okay?"
"Sure, whenever you are ready... but can we go back to being friends again?"
"I would like that"
A few minutes later he left my bed for his own.
Sorry It has been a while since I posted last. Have had plenty of sexual encounters, but with the Holidays, and having been thrown for a loop with the whole housemate rape thing, I needed to take a short break and think through some shit. Nonetheless, I am back now and will start off by quickly bringing you up to speed on what happened whit Roomie.
If you have been following this blog, you know that after I took advantage of by drunk, mostly straight, housemate, he insisted that I prove my HIV Negative status. I was tested and it came back Negative and I posted the results on his bedroom door as he was still not talking to me at that point. Let see, that was the Tuesday before Christmas.
I did not see much of him at all that week as he spent the Holiday with family out in Virginia. We both worked on Friday following Christmas. I had made it a quite night by eating an early dinner out, and then watching some HBO movie at home. I went to bed around 11:00. At some point during the night, I hear him come in the house. From the banging and talking to himself (something that he does when he is drunk) I quickly figured out that he was drunk.
About five minutes after I heard him enter the house, my bedroom door opens. I look up to seem his standing in the doorway. He is shirtless, and has nothing on his feet. He belt was undone, and his jeans were open at the fly and showing the top of his white underwear.
I said, "What's up?"
He said nothing. He simply hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and underwear and shucked them down to the floor in one motion. He stepped out of his jeans and walked four steps to the foot of my bed.
I said, "Are You sure?"
Again he did not speak, he simply nodded his head and then kneeled on the bed, pausing a moment before leaning over to rest his upper body on his elbows. His head was planted into the mattress.
I needed no further encouragement. I climbed out of bed nude and reached for the bottle of lube I keep in the night stand beside my bed. I stood behind him with a raging hard-on. The only sound in the room was the click clack sound of me rubbing a lot of lube all over my dick.
I took a step forward and he jumped slightly as the head of my cock made contact with his pucker. I grabbed his narrow hips with both hands and held him in place as I slowly pressed the head of my cock through his super tight sphincter. He grunted loudly as I popped his hole and sank all of my fat cock inside him. I had to tighten my grip on his hips as his natural reaction was to try and move away from the pain. I held him to my crotch for about thirty seconds until the pain started to go away and his hole adjusted to my girth.
I began to fuck him slowly, but I soon determined that I would not prolong this fuck because by now it was obvious that this would be a "dirty" fuck. Clearly, he is not aware of how a good bottom prepares to be fucked.
In less than a minute, I had him completely open and was fucking him with strong deep strokes. out of curiosity, I did quick "reach around" and found that he was indeed rock hard. I wanted to make this good for him so I pulled out and flipped him on his back. As I re-entered him, I angled my cock up, trying to hit his prostate with each stroke. Perhaps out of embarrassment or defiance, he still would not look at me as his eyes were close tight and his head was turned to the side. The only sound he made was grunts that were in perfect sync with the down stroke of my cock in his hole.
I soon felt the my orgasm approaching and I did not ask, rather, I told him, "I am going to cum in your ass"
With this announcement, he finally opened his eye and looked directly at me. At the same time he reached between his legs and began to aggressively stroke his cock. With one last, deep thrust, I let go, and shot a huge load deep in his hole. As I shot, I felt him tighten his hole around my cock. As soon as I was done unloading, he began to spry his chest and stomach with his own cum which came out in very thick globs.
As soon as he appeared to be done shooting his load, i slowly pulled out of him and went to the bathroom for a towel to clean up the mess. When I came back in the room, he was curled up in the fetal position.
"Are you okay?" long pause.
"I am better than okay... thank you... I know that we need to talk... but I am not ready for that yet... is that okay?"
"Sure, whenever you are ready... but can we go back to being friends again?"
"I would like that"
A few minutes later he left my bed for his own.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Recognition
Went to the Hockey game on Saturday night. Stopped at a pub near the arena before the game. I saw a guy there who sometimes sits next to me at the game (he shares season tickets with a group so he is not at every game). We had made small talk about the team during previous games and he seemed like a nice regular guy. He is about 6', and I guess weights in the 230 lbs range. He also wears a well groomed full salt & pepper beard. I guess him to me in his early to mid 40's.
The pub was crowded, and he was about 4 feet away from me. When we first made eye contact I nodded my head hello, and he raised his beer in return. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was still looking at me... did not think much of it at that point and continued to watch the pre-game program on the big screen. About five minutes later, I happened to look in his direction again and decided that he was clearly staring at me like he was trying to recognize me from somewhere. I figured that he simply forgot that I have the seat next to him. I made my way over to him and re-introduced myself. He said, "yes, I remember". I thought this response was rather odd since he was looking at me like in did not remember.
We made small talk. The whole time he continued to look at me strangely. I was starting to become uncomfortable. Perhaps he sensed this because he then said, "forgive me but I think I may know you from somewhere other than the hockey game. May I ask you a personal question?' I said sure. "Are you on-line anywhere... I mean do you have a profile on XXXX?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes, I do". He said,
"So do I, I am XXXX on there". I did not recognize the name. "I think your screen name is XXXX".
I said, "Yes, that is me... I am sorry, have we chatted before?"
"Only briefly, as I recall, the chat sort of ended once we determined that we are both Top"
"yeah, that happens"
The scary thing is that I was sure that I had not shared my face pic. If I had, I would have remembered him because I only do that when it is a sure thing we are going to hookup and only after I have the other person's pic first. I remember this guy from a previous hockey game, but not the fuck site. I suspect someone whom I did share my pic with may have shared it with him. I chose not to pursue how he recognized my any further... after a stressful week at work, and home (Crossed The Line... Rape), I just wanted to have a good time at the game.
It was about game time, so we walked to the arena together. All during the game, his knee stayed pressed to me. I made a couple of attempts to give him room until I realized that the touching was intentional. We had a very good time drinking a ton of beer and watching a very good game. It was neat sitting next to another guy whom, like me, one would never guess likes to burry his cock deep in another mans ass... but you know that he does.
After the game, I offered him a ride home since I had driven to the game. He accepted.
During the 20 min drive to his apartment, hardly a word was spoken. When we arrived he asked if I would like to come up and mess around for a bit. I said nothing... simply parked the car.
As soon as we were inside his very nice apartment, he turned to me and we started tweaking each others nips. Next came the kiss. Wow, dude was a killer kisser. I was instantly bone hard. I reached between his legs and found that he was the same.
We broke apart and undressed ourselves.... still no words were spoken... I had no idea where this was going.
When I dropped his boxers to the floor, out sprang a hugely fat 7" cock with miles of foreskin. Since most of my sex is all about me being dominate and Topping the other guy, I don't often get the chance to suck a really nice cock. Consequently, my knees hit the floor and I proceeded to give this guy the blow job of his life (according to him afterwards).
I sucked him strong for about 10 minutes, being sure to give plenty of attention to the sensitive head under the foreskin. He was leaning against the wall and moaning very loudly and would periodically force my head off him to keep from shooting his load.
After a few close calls, he pushed me all the way on my back, got between my legs and proceeded to take my rock hard cock in his mouth. At the same time, he reached up and tweaked the hell out of my nips. At this point, we were in the zone. I held the back of his head and fucked his throat hard (which I could do for days in this position cause I rarely cum on my back). At the same time he was tweaking my nips and grinding his fat cock on my leg. It was totally hot, and lasted at varying tempos for a good fifteen minutes.
We then trade position and I once again got to suck his fantastic cock, only this time, the foreskin was full of pre-cum that tasted so good. I nearly came at that point, but held off. I once again kept swirling my tong over his sensitive cock head. He was loving it, but he went absolutely crazy when I started licking his balls. His ball sack had that sweaty/musky man smell which also almost made me cum. He was moaning very loudly, covered his face with his hands and tossed his head from side to side.
At this point we had been at it for about 45 minutes and I was ready to cum. I stopped sucking him and moved up so that my knees straddled his head. Again, with out a word, he understood completely that it was time for him to swallow my load. He opened his mouth wide, reached up with his left hand to work my nips, and began to stroke himself with his right hand. I lowered my fat cock into his mouth and then began to fuck his throat slow and steady. I continually went all the way to where I could feel his throat around my cock head and then pull nearly all the way out before going back in. This guy can suck a cock! It felt incredible, and with him working my nips I soon was at the point of ejaculation. I said nothing. No warning at all. I intentionally kept the same even pace. During this suck he had had his eye closed... totally in the zone of the experience. As soon as the first blast of my cum hit the back of his throat, his eyes shot open wide... He began to buck and he picked up the pace of his stroking. The Second and third blast happened on the up stroke so they filled his mouth. The fourth and final blast happened on the down stroke and that is the only time he gagged, spilling some of the cum out of the corner of his mouth. As I was pulling out of his mouth, he swallowed the reset of my load and then a few seconds after that, I felt the first blast of his cum hit my lower back. I have to admit that his load was much bigger than mine, and it seemed to last forever. I quickly licked up the thickest globs of his cum that landed on his stomach.
We laid on the floor together as he came down from his ejaculation high.
He said, "I needed that"
"yeah, me too. Damn, you came a lot!"
"Well, it has been five weeks since I have had sex due to work and the holidays"
"I am glad I could help"
"Me too, I have never been sucked like that"
"Dude, you have got to get out more"
"Yeah, I think so too"
I got dressed and left. The whole way home I was kicking myself for not keeping my camera with me. That shot of him with my cum dribbling out the side of his mouth was priceless.
The pub was crowded, and he was about 4 feet away from me. When we first made eye contact I nodded my head hello, and he raised his beer in return. A few minutes later, I noticed that he was still looking at me... did not think much of it at that point and continued to watch the pre-game program on the big screen. About five minutes later, I happened to look in his direction again and decided that he was clearly staring at me like he was trying to recognize me from somewhere. I figured that he simply forgot that I have the seat next to him. I made my way over to him and re-introduced myself. He said, "yes, I remember". I thought this response was rather odd since he was looking at me like in did not remember.
We made small talk. The whole time he continued to look at me strangely. I was starting to become uncomfortable. Perhaps he sensed this because he then said, "forgive me but I think I may know you from somewhere other than the hockey game. May I ask you a personal question?' I said sure. "Are you on-line anywhere... I mean do you have a profile on XXXX?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes, I do". He said,
"So do I, I am XXXX on there". I did not recognize the name. "I think your screen name is XXXX".
I said, "Yes, that is me... I am sorry, have we chatted before?"
"Only briefly, as I recall, the chat sort of ended once we determined that we are both Top"
"yeah, that happens"
The scary thing is that I was sure that I had not shared my face pic. If I had, I would have remembered him because I only do that when it is a sure thing we are going to hookup and only after I have the other person's pic first. I remember this guy from a previous hockey game, but not the fuck site. I suspect someone whom I did share my pic with may have shared it with him. I chose not to pursue how he recognized my any further... after a stressful week at work, and home (Crossed The Line... Rape), I just wanted to have a good time at the game.
It was about game time, so we walked to the arena together. All during the game, his knee stayed pressed to me. I made a couple of attempts to give him room until I realized that the touching was intentional. We had a very good time drinking a ton of beer and watching a very good game. It was neat sitting next to another guy whom, like me, one would never guess likes to burry his cock deep in another mans ass... but you know that he does.
After the game, I offered him a ride home since I had driven to the game. He accepted.
During the 20 min drive to his apartment, hardly a word was spoken. When we arrived he asked if I would like to come up and mess around for a bit. I said nothing... simply parked the car.
As soon as we were inside his very nice apartment, he turned to me and we started tweaking each others nips. Next came the kiss. Wow, dude was a killer kisser. I was instantly bone hard. I reached between his legs and found that he was the same.
We broke apart and undressed ourselves.... still no words were spoken... I had no idea where this was going.
When I dropped his boxers to the floor, out sprang a hugely fat 7" cock with miles of foreskin. Since most of my sex is all about me being dominate and Topping the other guy, I don't often get the chance to suck a really nice cock. Consequently, my knees hit the floor and I proceeded to give this guy the blow job of his life (according to him afterwards).
I sucked him strong for about 10 minutes, being sure to give plenty of attention to the sensitive head under the foreskin. He was leaning against the wall and moaning very loudly and would periodically force my head off him to keep from shooting his load.
After a few close calls, he pushed me all the way on my back, got between my legs and proceeded to take my rock hard cock in his mouth. At the same time, he reached up and tweaked the hell out of my nips. At this point, we were in the zone. I held the back of his head and fucked his throat hard (which I could do for days in this position cause I rarely cum on my back). At the same time he was tweaking my nips and grinding his fat cock on my leg. It was totally hot, and lasted at varying tempos for a good fifteen minutes.
We then trade position and I once again got to suck his fantastic cock, only this time, the foreskin was full of pre-cum that tasted so good. I nearly came at that point, but held off. I once again kept swirling my tong over his sensitive cock head. He was loving it, but he went absolutely crazy when I started licking his balls. His ball sack had that sweaty/musky man smell which also almost made me cum. He was moaning very loudly, covered his face with his hands and tossed his head from side to side.
At this point we had been at it for about 45 minutes and I was ready to cum. I stopped sucking him and moved up so that my knees straddled his head. Again, with out a word, he understood completely that it was time for him to swallow my load. He opened his mouth wide, reached up with his left hand to work my nips, and began to stroke himself with his right hand. I lowered my fat cock into his mouth and then began to fuck his throat slow and steady. I continually went all the way to where I could feel his throat around my cock head and then pull nearly all the way out before going back in. This guy can suck a cock! It felt incredible, and with him working my nips I soon was at the point of ejaculation. I said nothing. No warning at all. I intentionally kept the same even pace. During this suck he had had his eye closed... totally in the zone of the experience. As soon as the first blast of my cum hit the back of his throat, his eyes shot open wide... He began to buck and he picked up the pace of his stroking. The Second and third blast happened on the up stroke so they filled his mouth. The fourth and final blast happened on the down stroke and that is the only time he gagged, spilling some of the cum out of the corner of his mouth. As I was pulling out of his mouth, he swallowed the reset of my load and then a few seconds after that, I felt the first blast of his cum hit my lower back. I have to admit that his load was much bigger than mine, and it seemed to last forever. I quickly licked up the thickest globs of his cum that landed on his stomach.
We laid on the floor together as he came down from his ejaculation high.
He said, "I needed that"
"yeah, me too. Damn, you came a lot!"
"Well, it has been five weeks since I have had sex due to work and the holidays"
"I am glad I could help"
"Me too, I have never been sucked like that"
"Dude, you have got to get out more"
"Yeah, I think so too"
I got dressed and left. The whole way home I was kicking myself for not keeping my camera with me. That shot of him with my cum dribbling out the side of his mouth was priceless.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Crossed The Line... Rape (Update)
When I got home last night around 9:00 PM, Hommie was there... he is still not talking to me, but at least he did look at me a couple of times.
I got up from bed to hit the head around 0100 hours. Hommie's bedroom door was mostly closed but not completely shut. As I walked by his room I could see that he was at his computer with headphones on and it looked like he was watching some porn... probably Xtube. His back was to me so I cant be sure, but from the way his body was moving, it looked like he was beating off.
I went on to the head. As I was pissing I wondered if he was watching straight or gay porn? There was no way to be sure without drawing attention to myself... which I am sure would just make matters worse. Straight or gay porn... really does not matter... at least he does not appear to be so fucked up that he cant get-off.
When I returned from my run this morning, Hommie had already left for work. On my bedroom door was taped a note that read, "I want you to get an AIDS and STD test and share the results with me". During the hour it took me to get ready for work and eat breakfast, I started drafting several response in my head. Not the least of which were like "Just had that done in November", to, "my status does not prove anything regarding your status", to, "what about all of the other people with whom you have had unprotected sex". in the end, just before I left the house, I simply wrote "OK" on the same note and taped it to his door.
I hate it when i do something that is so clearly STUPID!
I got up from bed to hit the head around 0100 hours. Hommie's bedroom door was mostly closed but not completely shut. As I walked by his room I could see that he was at his computer with headphones on and it looked like he was watching some porn... probably Xtube. His back was to me so I cant be sure, but from the way his body was moving, it looked like he was beating off.
I went on to the head. As I was pissing I wondered if he was watching straight or gay porn? There was no way to be sure without drawing attention to myself... which I am sure would just make matters worse. Straight or gay porn... really does not matter... at least he does not appear to be so fucked up that he cant get-off.
When I returned from my run this morning, Hommie had already left for work. On my bedroom door was taped a note that read, "I want you to get an AIDS and STD test and share the results with me". During the hour it took me to get ready for work and eat breakfast, I started drafting several response in my head. Not the least of which were like "Just had that done in November", to, "my status does not prove anything regarding your status", to, "what about all of the other people with whom you have had unprotected sex". in the end, just before I left the house, I simply wrote "OK" on the same note and taped it to his door.
I hate it when i do something that is so clearly STUPID!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Crossed The Line... Rape
For this blog update to make sense I have to give you a little more background information on me.
If you have been following this blog, you know that while I travel constantly for my job, I actually live in Washington DC. I have a very nice row house on Capital Hill. Some time ago, I decided to take-in a housemate simply because I am away so much, and although Capital Hill is vastly improved from what it was 10 years ago, a frequently vacant home with lots of high end electronics and things is too inviting for some of the hood-rats and drug addicts that still exist in the general area.
As you should also know, I am predominately sexually attracted to white men… all kinds of white men, but white professional men especially turn me on.
As it turned out, the man I selected out of the eight people I interviewed just append to be a white 45 year old EPA Attorney, 5’10”, 155 lbs with a “Boy-Next-Door” look and a rather humble demeanor. By that I mean that he is very “down-to-earth” and “easy-going”. He also had a difficult time categorizing himself as either gay, straight or bi. He noted that while he has had several girlfriends over the year, he also had had some sexual encounters with other boys as a kid, and a few men later in life, but has never had anything close to a boyfriend. Nonetheless, he was quick to note that my sexual preference was not a problem for him. In return, I noted that his being straight, bi or whatever was not a problem for me as this was strictly a housemate, (i.e. landlord & tenate) situation. He agreed.
From the time he moved in to now (two years), we have gotten along extremely well with only a few rules and a healthy respect for each other, our respective work and lifestyles. In the process, I would say that we have also become very good friends. Though we have become very good friends at the house, not so in public because as you might expect, we hangout with totally separate crowds and travel in vastly different circles. I cant even remember a time when we even shook hands.
That all changed last night.
I was working late at the office when my housemate, I will call him “Hommie” for lack of a better reference, called my cell phone and asked if I was still downtown. It was obvious that he was “three sheets to the wind”. I have noticed that he is drinking more and more over the last few months. I have no idea what, if anything is wrong in his life.
Long story short, he asked if I could pick him up from the bar and give him a ride home… don’t know why he didn’t just call a cab, and did not ask. I was ready to go anyway.
When I got to the bar, it was worse than I thought. The Bartender had cut him off and he was on the verge of passing out. I got him out of there and into my car. He actually passed out on the ride home.
When home I took him straight up stairs to his room with the intent of just putting him on his bed. However, his room was a mess and his bed was covered with what looked like a weeks worth of laundry. Consequently, I took him to my room. I like to think I did this innocently with good intentions, but I think I subconsciously had already had other plans.
Once in my room he was sort of awake… sort of not. I decided to undress him down to his underware. When he was in only a t-shirt and his whitie-tighties, I had a raging boner. As you may have guessed from the lack of a new post, it had been about two and a half weeks since I had felt the warm fleshy feeling of the inside of a man’s ass on my cock. At that moment, I was at a decision point. I thought about it for all of 5 seconds before I pulled his whitie-tighties off. From seeing him naked a few times in the shower I knew he had a smooth, nicely shaped ass. What I did not know was that his ass is completely hairless and incredibly soft to the touch.
He had told me when we first met, and then again on a few other occasions that he had had some sexual encounters with men. I did not probe, so I knew not the extent of those encounters… I did not know if his ass was virgin or not. I am not proud of it, but the actual thought that went through my head after pondering this question was “he is so drunk that it wont matter if his ass is virgin or not… I will be in before he can react”.
Now before all of you start drafting your comments calling me a stone cold rapist, know that it is not that simple. Although Hommie and me had had no physical contact (one of the few rules… “just housemates, nothing more) our conversations and interaction had become rather flirtatious over the last few months. Everything from stupid guy talk… “blow me”, “ok, whip it out”… to sharing the bathroom when pressed for time (one shaving while the other showers… catching each other sneaking a peak). It had been months since he broke up with his last girlfriend, and to be fair, he was acting more and more like… like… I don’t know… a gay guy??? Hard to explain… maybe some of you know what I mean.
Anyway, I had him naked from the waist down. For some reason I left his white t-shirt on. He was laying sort of spread eagle on the bed. I undressed completely, and retrieved some lube from the nightstand. After putting a ton of lube on my fat cock, I put a little on his hole. I guess, I did not want take the chance that, his drunken stupor notwithstanding, he would realize what I was about to do.
I crawled up on the bed between his spread legs, and hoisted his thighs high enough with my forearms to position the head of my cock at his completely smooth hole. At his point he started to mutter something that I could not understand… his eyes were still closed. I waited until he stopped mumbling and started to drift off asleep again. Then in one motion, I popped just the head of my cock through his hole. He started to come to with a loud moan, but he still did not open his eyes, and his arms were still thrown back above his head. He was rolling his head from side to side and moaning. I stayed still for about 30 seconds. He stopped rolling his head, but his eyes remained closed and he was doing that heavy breathing grunt… “eeehuh…eeehuh…eeehuh”. Then I drove my cock all the way into him and began a steady pump. His hands had moved from above his head to griping my biceps tightly… eyes still closed… the “eeehuh… eeehuh… eeehuh” continued in time with my down strokes.
He was incredibly tight, but after about the 10th full stroke, he was fully open and he felt incredibly good. However, as good as it felt, I was not out to make this a marathon fuck so I allowed my self to climb directly to climax. Again, I had every intention of pulling out cause I did not know if he was an anal virgin. It was dark and could not tell if there was bleeding or what. But, on that last stroke I buried my meat balls deep in him and I let out a low grunt that signals the approach of my orgasm… he instinctively clamped down his ass ring at the base of my cock… which I abso-fucking-lutely love! With that, I dropped a truck load of cum deep in his bowls. It was one of those hard cums where you shiver at the end of it.
When done dumping in him, I pulled out and grab the cum-towel I keep in the nightstand. I wiped his ass good, and then my cock. Checking for any signs of blood. None. Just some poo streaks (obviously he did not plan on getting fucked).
By the time I was done cleaning him and me, he was already passed out again. I covered him up, grabbed the extra pillows and blankets from the closet and bedded down on the couch downstairs.
I woke up and went for my daily jog at 6 AM. I took a little extra time this morning trying to process the ramifications of my behavior last night. I returned to the house at 8 AM and Hommie was all dressed and packing his lunch for today. He did not acknowledge me. He clearly avoided even looking at me. I felt horrible. I did not know what to say or do. I just sort of stood there.
He finished packing his lunch, put his coat on and started to head for the door. When he got to where I stood between him and the door. He spoke for the first time. While he did face me, he stared at his shoes instead of looking me in the eye. He said, “I cant remember much at all from last night. But, I assume from the soreness in my ass, and from what looked a whole lot like cum that I farted out of my ass this morning, that you took advantage of my foolish drunkenness?”
Now it was my turn to hang my head and stare at my shoes.
“Yeah… and for what it is worth, I regret it and I am very very sorry.”
Then a deafening silence filled the room. I finally broke the silence with, “I don’t blame you for hating me.”
For the first time, he looked me in the eye and said, “I was mad at first, then scared…then bummed that I was too out of it to really feel it and remember it as it happened.”
More silence. Then he said, “What you did was not right… in fact it was very wrong… I don’t know if I want to continue to live here… at the same time, I used your cum from my ass to beat off just imagining what happened… I am very confused and I think it is best that we avoid each other for awhile as I… and you… think about what happened, why it happened, what does it mean if anything and what does it change, if anything.”
All I said was, “ok, and again, I am sorry.”
I don’t know if I should have shared what happened here. I went around and around about it in my head all morning. In the end, I decided to share it for two reasons. First, recounting it helps me do what Hommie suggested… think though how and why I did what I did. Second, when I created this blog I said wanted to write about “real” stuff… my real sex life. Only writing about the good stuff, and not the questionable or bad stuff is not living up to that ideal.
And, before one of you writes it in a comment, yes… I know that Hommie could have me arrested for what I did. Again, I aint proud of this shit. Also, I am tested every 6 months and my last test was last month (November)… Negative.
If you have been following this blog, you know that while I travel constantly for my job, I actually live in Washington DC. I have a very nice row house on Capital Hill. Some time ago, I decided to take-in a housemate simply because I am away so much, and although Capital Hill is vastly improved from what it was 10 years ago, a frequently vacant home with lots of high end electronics and things is too inviting for some of the hood-rats and drug addicts that still exist in the general area.
As you should also know, I am predominately sexually attracted to white men… all kinds of white men, but white professional men especially turn me on.
As it turned out, the man I selected out of the eight people I interviewed just append to be a white 45 year old EPA Attorney, 5’10”, 155 lbs with a “Boy-Next-Door” look and a rather humble demeanor. By that I mean that he is very “down-to-earth” and “easy-going”. He also had a difficult time categorizing himself as either gay, straight or bi. He noted that while he has had several girlfriends over the year, he also had had some sexual encounters with other boys as a kid, and a few men later in life, but has never had anything close to a boyfriend. Nonetheless, he was quick to note that my sexual preference was not a problem for him. In return, I noted that his being straight, bi or whatever was not a problem for me as this was strictly a housemate, (i.e. landlord & tenate) situation. He agreed.
From the time he moved in to now (two years), we have gotten along extremely well with only a few rules and a healthy respect for each other, our respective work and lifestyles. In the process, I would say that we have also become very good friends. Though we have become very good friends at the house, not so in public because as you might expect, we hangout with totally separate crowds and travel in vastly different circles. I cant even remember a time when we even shook hands.
That all changed last night.
I was working late at the office when my housemate, I will call him “Hommie” for lack of a better reference, called my cell phone and asked if I was still downtown. It was obvious that he was “three sheets to the wind”. I have noticed that he is drinking more and more over the last few months. I have no idea what, if anything is wrong in his life.
Long story short, he asked if I could pick him up from the bar and give him a ride home… don’t know why he didn’t just call a cab, and did not ask. I was ready to go anyway.
When I got to the bar, it was worse than I thought. The Bartender had cut him off and he was on the verge of passing out. I got him out of there and into my car. He actually passed out on the ride home.
When home I took him straight up stairs to his room with the intent of just putting him on his bed. However, his room was a mess and his bed was covered with what looked like a weeks worth of laundry. Consequently, I took him to my room. I like to think I did this innocently with good intentions, but I think I subconsciously had already had other plans.
Once in my room he was sort of awake… sort of not. I decided to undress him down to his underware. When he was in only a t-shirt and his whitie-tighties, I had a raging boner. As you may have guessed from the lack of a new post, it had been about two and a half weeks since I had felt the warm fleshy feeling of the inside of a man’s ass on my cock. At that moment, I was at a decision point. I thought about it for all of 5 seconds before I pulled his whitie-tighties off. From seeing him naked a few times in the shower I knew he had a smooth, nicely shaped ass. What I did not know was that his ass is completely hairless and incredibly soft to the touch.
He had told me when we first met, and then again on a few other occasions that he had had some sexual encounters with men. I did not probe, so I knew not the extent of those encounters… I did not know if his ass was virgin or not. I am not proud of it, but the actual thought that went through my head after pondering this question was “he is so drunk that it wont matter if his ass is virgin or not… I will be in before he can react”.
Now before all of you start drafting your comments calling me a stone cold rapist, know that it is not that simple. Although Hommie and me had had no physical contact (one of the few rules… “just housemates, nothing more) our conversations and interaction had become rather flirtatious over the last few months. Everything from stupid guy talk… “blow me”, “ok, whip it out”… to sharing the bathroom when pressed for time (one shaving while the other showers… catching each other sneaking a peak). It had been months since he broke up with his last girlfriend, and to be fair, he was acting more and more like… like… I don’t know… a gay guy??? Hard to explain… maybe some of you know what I mean.
Anyway, I had him naked from the waist down. For some reason I left his white t-shirt on. He was laying sort of spread eagle on the bed. I undressed completely, and retrieved some lube from the nightstand. After putting a ton of lube on my fat cock, I put a little on his hole. I guess, I did not want take the chance that, his drunken stupor notwithstanding, he would realize what I was about to do.
I crawled up on the bed between his spread legs, and hoisted his thighs high enough with my forearms to position the head of my cock at his completely smooth hole. At his point he started to mutter something that I could not understand… his eyes were still closed. I waited until he stopped mumbling and started to drift off asleep again. Then in one motion, I popped just the head of my cock through his hole. He started to come to with a loud moan, but he still did not open his eyes, and his arms were still thrown back above his head. He was rolling his head from side to side and moaning. I stayed still for about 30 seconds. He stopped rolling his head, but his eyes remained closed and he was doing that heavy breathing grunt… “eeehuh…eeehuh…eeehuh”. Then I drove my cock all the way into him and began a steady pump. His hands had moved from above his head to griping my biceps tightly… eyes still closed… the “eeehuh… eeehuh… eeehuh” continued in time with my down strokes.
He was incredibly tight, but after about the 10th full stroke, he was fully open and he felt incredibly good. However, as good as it felt, I was not out to make this a marathon fuck so I allowed my self to climb directly to climax. Again, I had every intention of pulling out cause I did not know if he was an anal virgin. It was dark and could not tell if there was bleeding or what. But, on that last stroke I buried my meat balls deep in him and I let out a low grunt that signals the approach of my orgasm… he instinctively clamped down his ass ring at the base of my cock… which I abso-fucking-lutely love! With that, I dropped a truck load of cum deep in his bowls. It was one of those hard cums where you shiver at the end of it.
When done dumping in him, I pulled out and grab the cum-towel I keep in the nightstand. I wiped his ass good, and then my cock. Checking for any signs of blood. None. Just some poo streaks (obviously he did not plan on getting fucked).
By the time I was done cleaning him and me, he was already passed out again. I covered him up, grabbed the extra pillows and blankets from the closet and bedded down on the couch downstairs.
I woke up and went for my daily jog at 6 AM. I took a little extra time this morning trying to process the ramifications of my behavior last night. I returned to the house at 8 AM and Hommie was all dressed and packing his lunch for today. He did not acknowledge me. He clearly avoided even looking at me. I felt horrible. I did not know what to say or do. I just sort of stood there.
He finished packing his lunch, put his coat on and started to head for the door. When he got to where I stood between him and the door. He spoke for the first time. While he did face me, he stared at his shoes instead of looking me in the eye. He said, “I cant remember much at all from last night. But, I assume from the soreness in my ass, and from what looked a whole lot like cum that I farted out of my ass this morning, that you took advantage of my foolish drunkenness?”
Now it was my turn to hang my head and stare at my shoes.
“Yeah… and for what it is worth, I regret it and I am very very sorry.”
Then a deafening silence filled the room. I finally broke the silence with, “I don’t blame you for hating me.”
For the first time, he looked me in the eye and said, “I was mad at first, then scared…then bummed that I was too out of it to really feel it and remember it as it happened.”
More silence. Then he said, “What you did was not right… in fact it was very wrong… I don’t know if I want to continue to live here… at the same time, I used your cum from my ass to beat off just imagining what happened… I am very confused and I think it is best that we avoid each other for awhile as I… and you… think about what happened, why it happened, what does it mean if anything and what does it change, if anything.”
All I said was, “ok, and again, I am sorry.”
I don’t know if I should have shared what happened here. I went around and around about it in my head all morning. In the end, I decided to share it for two reasons. First, recounting it helps me do what Hommie suggested… think though how and why I did what I did. Second, when I created this blog I said wanted to write about “real” stuff… my real sex life. Only writing about the good stuff, and not the questionable or bad stuff is not living up to that ideal.
And, before one of you writes it in a comment, yes… I know that Hommie could have me arrested for what I did. Again, I aint proud of this shit. Also, I am tested every 6 months and my last test was last month (November)… Negative.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Cant All Be Great Fucks
Before I started this blog, I looked a several gay sex blogs out in the blogosphere to get an idea of what makes one blog better than another. Eventually, I came up with several characteristics that I feel makes the difference between a good sex blog and a GREAT Sex blog. However, the main characteristic was "truth". I think readers can generally tell if what you write is "real", as in "it really happened like that" or if the author "made it up". Obviously, there has to be some omissions, name changes and slight distortions to maintain annonimity, but by and large, I have made the commitment "keeping it real".
So... keeping it real.... I have to say that last night's hookup in Phoenix was less than great. I am sure that many of you can relate to meeting a guy on-line, make arrangements to fuck, the guy show up and at the very moment he walks in the door you just know that it is not going to go well. I have written before about "Chemistry"... it truly is a big deal for me.
Everything went well with the setup... got online at about 7:00... this guy, I will call him "Smoky" starts chatting me up by about 7:10. By 7:30 all of the details (where, when, and bareback) were agreed upon and I was off Manhunt by 7:40.
At 10:00 PM Smoky is at the door. Like I said before, as soon as I opened the door I knew that this was going to be a struggle for me. Now just to be clear... Smoky is a good looking guy... 6'1" Blond, Blue, Average build. His profile said 38yo, but from the way his ass cheeks sagged I would put him closer to 48. Like many guys, his face can pull-off the lie, but I think a man's ass almost always "tells no lies".
I could tell right away that this was going to be a struggle for me because as soon as he walked in I could smell the cig smoke on him. Again.... keeping it real.... I know it is MY hang-up, but I just don't enjoy sex with smokers. I find the smell of smoke distracting and then next thing you know, my cock is less than hard... or at least is not as hard as it should be. I have been able to get beyond my hang-up on a few occasions and had really good sex with a smoker, but those are rare.
Anyway, Smoky comes in and there is very little chit chat. He starts kissing me right off the bat. His smoking habit is confirmed! I thought about call it quits right then and there... but on all other accounts, Smoky is a really nice guy, so i went with it.
We got undressed and got down to business on the bed. One huge redeeming factor is that Smoky paid attention during our brief chat and picked up on the things that really make my hot and my dick hard (passionate kissing and nip working) He was instantly on my nips and was very much into body contact. This was a very good thing cause would need all of that to pull this off.
After about a good 10 minutes of "making out" I was reasonably hard. Not feeling confident about how long my hard-on would last, I wasted no time in getting Smoky lubed, on his back, and knees pushed to his chest. Just as I was about to push in, he stops me and say "let me take a hit of poppers... I will need poppers for a cock that think". Only slightly annoyed, I waited for him to take two long pulls on the popper bottle. As soon as he had the cap back on the bottle, I pushed all the way into him in one hard stroke.
I stayed still for a moment to let him adjust to my size. He appeared to be really struggling with it, and I thought to myself... "Dude, I am not even fully hard".
As he calmed down, I began fucking him with fast short strokes and tossing in a deep stroke about every 8th stroke. He seemed to like that . He asked if he could sit on it... but I said no to that as I was sure that I would lose what hard-on I did have.
I soon moved him to the edge of the bed, put his legs back on my shoulders and and pumped him as hard and as fast as I could , trying to get him to cum before I went completely soft. Just when I was about to give up he said "Let me know when you are close so that I can cum with you" I said, "Dude, I am there, let it go". Truthfully, I was not there... not even close. Within about another 10 strokes, he indeed let go and shot a huge load all over his stomach. I wish I could say that I stayed in him while he came but I was too soft by that point and I slipped out.
I was genuinely glad that he seemed to have a good time. After he came, I laid next to him for a bit and he thanked me and said "I really needed that". I said... "yeah, so did I"... Yeah, I lied. Well, that cant all be great fucks.
Friday, November 14, 2008
A Brutal Fuck
I first met this
guy 5 years ago when I was working on a project in Birmingham AL. That was back when everyone used AOL chat rooms for hooking up. It was in one of these chat rooms that “V” found me and initiated a conversation that let to him driving down to Bham two days later for our first hookup.“V” is older than me by a few years, but he takes very good care of himself and has a hot body for what is now a 50 year old man. I just have to take a moment here and say that all of you guys that are hung up on age… you don’t have a clue! Some of the best bottoms I have fucked have been older (in shape) men.
“V” and I have stayed good friends over the years an manage to get together about once a year for what is always GREAT sex.
A couple of weeks ago he had mentioned that he would be attending a conference in Providence RI. I told him that I would be driving back to DC from Maine at that time and could easily make a stop.
I arrived at his hotel while he was still in conference but he was good enough to leave me a key at the front desk. I took the time alone to get cleaned up and relax a bit. About two hours later, V walks in the door. We instantly start kissing, touching, groping. Before long, I have him naked on the bed, his legs on my shoulders and I am pushing my freshly lubed cock into his ass.
The first fuck, like always with “V”, is quick. It is like we cant really focus on anything else until we let that initial pent-up desire out.
He struggle taking my cock at first but adjusted quickly. As always, we found a quick aggressive rhythm complete with the headboard knocking the wall, telling anyone in the next room exactly what we were doing. In a short 5 minutes his head was thrown back and he kept saying “give it to me, give it to me” and with one final push to the hilt, I gave him the first load of three for the night.
After catching our breath, we got cleaned up and went to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory down the street from the hotel. We had a great time laughing and talking about people we know and catching up in general.
After dinner we returned to the hotel room where we got back in bed and began the main fuck of the night.
We again started with passionate kissing and touching, but this was simply perfunctory shit… we were there to fuck. While he still grimaced, he took my cock much easier than the first time. We fucked in several different positions over the next 45 minutes. Near the end, I had him on his belly and I was full on his back, humping his pillow propped-up ass with my fat cock. I turned my head to the side and saw the shadow of my ass going up and down as I humped him. That with simultaneous sound of his grunts in time with my down strokes was enough to put me over the edge for as second and much larger cum dump into his ass.
The second pictur
e here was taken immediately after I dumped my second load into him.
We then cuddled for a bit in bed before drifting off asleep…exhausted.
My alarm was set to go off at 4:00 AM so that I could be back on the road to DC by 5:00 AM. But, as often happens, I found myself awake at 3:00 AM, sure that I would not get back to sleep before it was time to get up. Lying there thinking back on the previous two fucks, my cock came alive and was rock hard. I knew “V” was pretty worn out from the last fuck, but I also knew that he would not turn me down either. I got up, lubed up, and walked over to his side of the bed. I grabbed his ankle and swung him around so that his ass was on the edge of the bed and his legs were on my shoulders. Amazingly, the more you fuck some guys, the tighter their hole becomes. “V” was incredibly tight, and I literally had to thrust my way in. At this, “V” let out a painful groan. I said nothing and continued to fuck his ass for the third time that night. This was the shortest yet most brutal fuck of the night. It lasted only about 4 minutes. “V” groaned and moaned the entire time. Perhaps I am “A Sick Fuck”, but the knowledge that “V” was struggling to endure this assault on his hole, made me hotter and hotter, which in turn made me fuck him harder and harder until I filled his ass a third time with my cream. The third picture here is of a completely exh
austed, and by then a very sore, “V” following the third fuck of the night.
After taking a quick shower I started to leave. “V”, awake, just laid there in the bed which was odd because being a true Southern Gentleman he always walks his guests to the door. Talking to him the next day, he said, “I apologize for not seeing you to the door, but honestly, I could not even walk to the bathroom until 20 minutes after you left… thank you, I loved it, when can we do it again?”
guy 5 years ago when I was working on a project in Birmingham AL. That was back when everyone used AOL chat rooms for hooking up. It was in one of these chat rooms that “V” found me and initiated a conversation that let to him driving down to Bham two days later for our first hookup.“V” is older than me by a few years, but he takes very good care of himself and has a hot body for what is now a 50 year old man. I just have to take a moment here and say that all of you guys that are hung up on age… you don’t have a clue! Some of the best bottoms I have fucked have been older (in shape) men.“V” and I have stayed good friends over the years an manage to get together about once a year for what is always GREAT sex.
A couple of weeks ago he had mentioned that he would be attending a conference in Providence RI. I told him that I would be driving back to DC from Maine at that time and could easily make a stop.
I arrived at his hotel while he was still in conference but he was good enough to leave me a key at the front desk. I took the time alone to get cleaned up and relax a bit. About two hours later, V walks in the door. We instantly start kissing, touching, groping. Before long, I have him naked on the bed, his legs on my shoulders and I am pushing my freshly lubed cock into his ass.
The first fuck, like always with “V”, is quick. It is like we cant really focus on anything else until we let that initial pent-up desire out.
He struggle taking my cock at first but adjusted quickly. As always, we found a quick aggressive rhythm complete with the headboard knocking the wall, telling anyone in the next room exactly what we were doing. In a short 5 minutes his head was thrown back and he kept saying “give it to me, give it to me” and with one final push to the hilt, I gave him the first load of three for the night.
After catching our breath, we got cleaned up and went to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory down the street from the hotel. We had a great time laughing and talking about people we know and catching up in general.
After dinner we returned to the hotel room where we got back in bed and began the main fuck of the night.
We again started with passionate kissing and touching, but this was simply perfunctory shit… we were there to fuck. While he still grimaced, he took my cock much easier than the first time. We fucked in several different positions over the next 45 minutes. Near the end, I had him on his belly and I was full on his back, humping his pillow propped-up ass with my fat cock. I turned my head to the side and saw the shadow of my ass going up and down as I humped him. That with simultaneous sound of his grunts in time with my down strokes was enough to put me over the edge for as second and much larger cum dump into his ass.
The second pictur
e here was taken immediately after I dumped my second load into him.We then cuddled for a bit in bed before drifting off asleep…exhausted.
My alarm was set to go off at 4:00 AM so that I could be back on the road to DC by 5:00 AM. But, as often happens, I found myself awake at 3:00 AM, sure that I would not get back to sleep before it was time to get up. Lying there thinking back on the previous two fucks, my cock came alive and was rock hard. I knew “V” was pretty worn out from the last fuck, but I also knew that he would not turn me down either. I got up, lubed up, and walked over to his side of the bed. I grabbed his ankle and swung him around so that his ass was on the edge of the bed and his legs were on my shoulders. Amazingly, the more you fuck some guys, the tighter their hole becomes. “V” was incredibly tight, and I literally had to thrust my way in. At this, “V” let out a painful groan. I said nothing and continued to fuck his ass for the third time that night. This was the shortest yet most brutal fuck of the night. It lasted only about 4 minutes. “V” groaned and moaned the entire time. Perhaps I am “A Sick Fuck”, but the knowledge that “V” was struggling to endure this assault on his hole, made me hotter and hotter, which in turn made me fuck him harder and harder until I filled his ass a third time with my cream. The third picture here is of a completely exh
austed, and by then a very sore, “V” following the third fuck of the night.After taking a quick shower I started to leave. “V”, awake, just laid there in the bed which was odd because being a true Southern Gentleman he always walks his guests to the door. Talking to him the next day, he said, “I apologize for not seeing you to the door, but honestly, I could not even walk to the bathroom until 20 minutes after you left… thank you, I loved it, when can we do it again?”
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