Dark Room Encounters

December 19, 2019

It was early enough in the evening that there were few cars in the parking lot. After paying the admission fee, I silence my phone, slip it in my pocket, and begin winding my way through the maze of halls toward the center of the club. A few men were walking around, not really engaging with each other, each with the look of someone desperate to suck cock or get fucked, or projecting an arrogant air of “I’m way too good looking to have anything to do with you.” Whatever. It’s not a bathhouse, so patrons are clothed in various states. Some in shorts, t-shirt, sandals or sneakers, some in jeans, button down shirt, hiking or cowboy boots, some in leather. Some duck into the private video booths to watch the porn, mostly gay, on the monitors. Some booths have glory holes cut in one of the walls, some don’t. Sometimes they close the door and remain for a while; sometimes they leave it open as they peer through the glory hole to see if anyone is in the adjoining room, on the next hall. I always clean out before coming here. Sometimes it’s to no avail, sometimes it pays off.

There’s a room, roughly 15x20, walls painted black, tucked away in a corner of the club. Outside the doorway to the room, the lighting is dim and there are booths and tables for people to sit to converse, rest, watch, some even sleep. Passing through the doorway into the room, it is totally dark. No light whatsoever. No windows, no exit sign. There is no getting used to the dark, seeing shadowy figures after a bit of time. You see nothing. It is totally dark. I step into the room, and feel to my left along the wall, ready to say, “Excuse me,” should my hand encounter someone leaning up against the wall. I find no one there and slide toward the corner, not to let my eyes acclimate to the dark, but to begin listening, sensing. I stand against the wall for a few minutes. Hearing no sound, no breathing, no rustle of clothing as someone moves, I finally take out my phone and turn on the screen and turn it facing the floor to let its light illuminate the room just enough to confirm that there is, in fact, no one else in the room. I turn off the screen and put my phone back into my pocket. I slide left to the corner and then begin to walk along the side wall, my hand staying in touch with the wall, until I feel my toe brush the gym mat on the floor about ten feet away from the entry. Looking back over at the door, I see the faintly illuminated opening, but no light makes it far enough into the room to see anything. Anything. I unbuckle my belt, open my pants and slide them down below my knees. I don’t wear underwear. I kneel on the edge of the mat and then crawl a little way forward. I pull my shirt up a little way, leaving my ass totally exposed. I lay my head down on the mat, my arms resting on the mat on either side of my head, my ass in the air. And I wait. I have no idea what they call this room; probably the “dark room.” but I call it the patience room, because it takes patience to stay in a dark room, on your knees, ass available, and just wait. At some point time no longer ticks relentlessly in your head.

I finally hear a faint rustle behind me, footsteps. Boots. I hear them approaching down the wall toward me, stopping at the mat. I feel a hand graze across my lower back and stop, joined by another hand, exploring, moving up slightly then back down to find my ass cheeks. They rub my ass cheeks, squeezing them, a finger finds my crack and traces down and back up, down and back up, down grazing my balls. Sliding back up the finger stops and presses between my cheeks, wiggling until it finds its target. The finger presses against my pucker, feeling it give slightly. Pressing slightly, tapping, pressing firmer, tapping, pressing, tapping. The finger leaves briefly returning to find my crack again, this time wet. It pushes between my cheeks again and presses his wet digit against my pucker, sliding in, stopping one digit in. It wiggles up and down, retreats until just touching my pucker again. It slides in to the second digit and fucks in and out slowly, wiggling up and down inside me. The finger slides out again, leaving a second hand resting just above my crack. Two wet fingers press into my crack and find what they seek. They press against my hole and slide all the way in. My breath catches in a slight gasp, feeling their thickness, and I sigh. They slide in and out, short strokes, longer strokes, finally pushing all the way in, twisting back and forth. They begin shoving in deeper, harder, twisting more fully. They begin fucking and a fingertip strokes across my prostate, causing me to gasp lightly in delight, and causing my body to shudder. I hear a slight, low, rumbling moan behind me and the hand withdraws. I hear a licking, slurping sound behind me. The hand returns, and this time, three wet fingers push roughly between my cheeks and shove all the way in hard, holding in place for a few seconds and then beginning plowing in and out of me hard, fast, deep, getting faster and harder until I am unable to stay silent and I moan and sigh, “Yes! O yes…yes…yes.” With a growl from behind me, the fingers are slammed in me hard and deep, stopping and stroking my prostate repeatedly, causing me to whimper and shudder again. I’m panting slightly, and as the fingers begin to withdraw, I clamp onto them as hard as I can, encouraging this man not to take them out. I’m rewarded with a low, growling, “Oooohh FUCK!” just behind my right ear. The fingers stay in place as I feel movement behind me. The clink of a belt buckle tells me that he’s opening his pants with his other hand, and I hear the sound of his pants being pushed down. I hear him spit twice, and then the slicking sounds of him rubbing his cock.

I feel the heat of his body come close to my ass and he pulls his fingers out of my ass. They are immediately replaced by the exquisite sponginess of a large, bulbous cockhead pushing between my cheeks. He pushes in firmly and pops his head inside me, making me whimper and sigh, clamping on his head. He pulls out, staying between my cheeks, and then firmly pushes his head back inside me. He pulls out of me again, all the way out from between my cheeks. He pushes in hard again, stopping with only his head inside. I feel him flex his cock inside my hole and I whisper hoarsely, “Oh fuck!” He pulls out of me completely and using both hands spreads my cheeks. I hear a breath and a spit as I feel a wad of spit splat on my hole. With the sounds of a pig he begins attacking my hole with his tongue, lips, a soft, thick beard and mustache, slurping, growling, rutting his face and head up and down my crack and all over my hole. I feel his tongue push fully into my hole and realize this man has a long, strong tongue, and the things he is doing with it inside my hole makes me moan louder, almost sobbing, “Yes! Oh! Yes!” He pulls out of my trench and his hands leave my ass. I hear a spit, and another, and another and the sounds of quick slicking up of his cock. I feel him step forward putting a foot on either side of my legs, feeling his pants pushing down on my calves. A hand lands flat on the small of my back and I feel his wet, hot, spongy cockknob touch me I see white for a split second as the thick, incredibly hard long cock shoves all the way into me until a dense, thick bush comes to rest against my hole. I’m panting and he adjusts his footing as I prepare to get pounded. I feel his heartbeat in his dick and I hear the sound of a cap being removed from a bottle above me, and he leans forward searching for my head. His hand finds the mat in front of my face and I smell poppers. He begins moving toward my nose and I take my hand and guide him to my nose. I press my nostril closed with my other hand and inhale deeply. He moves the bottle to the other side and I press the first nostril closed and inhale deeply. “Again.” I hear whispered, and I inhale again, deeper. I feel the bottle move back to the first nostril and I press the other closed. “Again.” I hear whispered. The hands withdraw, the feet on either side of me flex to adjust his balance and I hear two long, deep snorts and the capping of the bottle. He leans forward again, finds my hand and puts the bottle in my hand. Two strong hands grab my shoulders and he pulls back and begins ramming his cock into me. I feel and hear the crushing of his bush against me, muffling the sound of him slamming against my ass. He continues pounding me, hard deep strokes deep into me, pulling me onto him by my shoulders with every stroke. There is nothing gentle, nor do I want that. He pounds and pounds, fast, hard, deep repeatedly. “Take my cock, you motherfucking pig!” I hear in a furious whisper by my ear. “Feel it deep up your tight fuckhole, you fuck! Take my goddamn cock, you fuckpig. Goddamn you’re tight. I fucking love a tight hole stretched around my cock! Goddamn, motherfucker, it’s so hot inside you! You like this fucking cock? You like feeling me open your fucktube up. Feeling me fill you up with a real man’s cock?” I’m unable to speak, but he’s not waiting for me to reply to any statement. I whimper and sigh and begin chanting “Yes!” in a repeated whisper, unable to stop for who knows how long. For who cares how long. Even in my ecstasy, I feel amazed at how long he has been piston fucking me this way, leaving me unable to do anything but sigh and say, “Yes…fuck me..fuck me…fuck me…” I feel his breath, his mustache against my ear as he growls, “GodDAMN!” He slows down, pulling back until just his head remains inside, then slamming balls deep, remaining planted deep in me for several seconds before repeating the move over, and over, and over again. I think I feel his cock pulsing inside me. My legs are trembling, aching to be in another position, but I don’t do anything that might make him think I was wearing out. Make him think I’d had enough. He pulls all the way out and then lunges forward violently, driving deep into me and pushing me forward onto my stomach. With his cock planted all the way in me, he uses he legs to push my legs together. He wraps one arm around my neck and the other he begins trying to shove under my chest. I lift up enough for him to slide it under me and he grabs me tightly, holding me tightly against him and he begins jackhammering me, laying his head beside mine. He turns his head and I feel his mustache against my ear and he begins whispering, “I’m not wearing a condom. We’re barebacking. Skin on skin. Raw cock up raw hole. This. Is. How. Real. Men. Fuck. Fucking. Hard. Fucking. Deep. Fucking. Raw. Rutting. Like. Fucking. Animals. Fucking. Your. God. Damn. Amazing. Fucking. Ass.” Each word delivered as he slammed into me. It was so erotic it made my eyes roll back every time he said “Fuck,” or “Fucking.” Showing no signs of fatigue, he continued battering me, the slick, sticky, wet sounds of a good long fuck filling the room. Suddenly he began pounding me fast again, as hard as when he started pounding me, still immobilizing me against his chest, his arms pulling me tight against him. Again he started whispering in my ear, “This. Is. How. Proud. Faggots. Fuck. I. Fucking. Own. That. Word. I. Fucking. Live. That. Word. You’re the… first faggot… I’ve ever fucked… who could match… me. Faggot. Own it. Faggot. Own it.” I turned my head toward him and grunted as he plowed, “I… own… it… Faggot… Fuck… This. Faggot… Fuck… This. Faggot… Fuck… This. Faggot…” He moaned and this time I knew I felt him pulsing inside me. Still he continued without slowing down or losing any aggression. He whispered in my ear, “Faggot.” and I replied, “Faggot.” He whispered, I replied, he whispered, I replied. He slowed down and began stroking me almost like he was making love to me. He kissed my ear and stuck his tongue into it. He dropped his head down and began kissing my neck. His kisses began to get harder and he began to fuck me harder again. He growled quietly in my ear, “I’m going to fucking mark you.” Immediately he sucked onto my neck, began sucking, tonguing, nipping, biting, tonguing, sucking, staying attached to me until he suddenly turned loose with a grunt and pressed his mouth against my ear and said, “Cumming… Fucking… Cumming… In you… Faggot,” and he latched onto my neck again, sucking, biting, tonguing me. “MINE…GODDAMIT…YOUR FUCKHOLE IS MINE!” This was all I could take, knowing he’d already shot his cum up my ass three times, and feeling his cock harden and begin pulsing again, my eyes rolled back in my head and I cried out an unintelligible cry and began cumming harder than I could ever remember cumming. The two of us writhed on the floor, grunting, panting, cumming together, him still ramming his fuckstick in me relentlessly. He finally pushed me down with my chest on the mat and stayed there resting on his hands, his belly against my back, his cock still balls deep in my ass. He stayed like that breathing heavily for about a minute and then laid down on top of me. Both of us lay there, feeling each other breathe.

He didn’t move to get up. I didn’t move to change our position. Laying there in the dark, he patted around searching for my right hand. He laced his fingers between mine and then began patting around searching for my left hand and did the same thing. He stretched his arms straight out from our sides and I felt him begin to slide in and out of me slowly. Very slowly, tenderly, his cheek laying against mine, I thought it would be just a few strokes and he’s stop, but he kept fucking me slowly, tenderly, gliding in out of me. We breathed in sync and listened to the erotic squishing every time he sank into me. Slowly, tightening and relaxing his grip on my hands, sinking into me slowly, continually. He turned his head, softly kissed my ear and said in the quietest whisper yet, “Tell me what you want.” I breathed in deeply and sighed. He continued sliding in and out of me. He kissed my ear again and whispered, “Tell me what you want.” I know he couldn’t see it, but I smiled. He continued sliding in and out of me slowly, tenderly, pushing as deep as possible when he slid in, but not hard. Just deep. Strong. Slow. I whispered, “Treat me like a real man. Fuck me. Breed me.” I felt his cock thicken, getting harder, thicker, hard again, and he laid his mouth by my ear and said soflty, “I’m cumming. I’m breeding you, man. You’re a man and I’m breeding you. Breeding you like a man.” I felt him pulsing inside me. “Five,” I whispered. He chuckled and curled our hands back to our bodies, unlacing our fingers. He grabbed me and held me hard against him again and chuckled softly in my ear and said, “Six.” I sighed as I felt him flex his cock one last time. He lifted himself up withdrawing his cock from my hole. I tried to tighten my hole to keep everything I could inside me, but couldn’t feel that I was managing to tighten it any. He swung off, kneeling beside me. I reached out in the dark and grabbed at his cock. I found his wet, slick, warm dick, turned on my side and scooted toward him. I stroked him and then closed my mouth over his head and sank down, letting his now spent cock glide down into my throat. I sucked tenderly, slowly, until his cock was no longer slick, just wet. He sighed and said, “Thanks, faggot.” He stood, pulled his pants up, zipped them and I heard his belt cinch into place. I heard his boots clunking across the floor and as I look toward the door, I see a silhouette disappear out the door. I got up stiffly, pulled my pants up, zipped and fastened my belt. As I walked out of the room, I felt the wetness, the exquisite wetness, felt liquid slowly slide down my legs. I knew I would have a wet spot on the seat of my pants, and couldn’t have cared less. I walked out the door of the club and started walking toward my car. Just as I got to my car, a voice said, “Looks like you’re walking funny, faggot.” I quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. There was no one in sight. I chuckled and said, loud enough for him to hear, wherever he was, “Yeah. Some faggot treated me like a man. Hope we meet again. Faggot.” and got in my car, closed the door, started the engine and went home very, very happy.

Edited December 19, 2019 by bottmpipebear
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captain · January 13, 2020

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January 14, 2020

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April 4, 2020

2.

I took perverse enjoyment in the fact that it took four days before the tenderness subsided from my asshole after my last visit. I had mentally replayed every rocking thrust of that big fucking tool every time I sat down on the toilet. Another part of the pleasure that pain can bring. I had planned to go back as soon as I was no longer sore, but life intervened so it was ten days later before I got back. I was fucking horny, I wanted cock, and it was my day off, so I planned to spend as much time at the club as it took for me to get some satisfaction. I spent a long time doing a thorough, deep cleaning out, because I was going to be ready to take any and all that wanted an ass to fuck. There were only two cars in the parking lot when I got to the club, and I knew that one of them belonged to the attendant at the door. I silenced my phone, went inside, paid my admission, and began cruising. I walked all of the hallways, finding a couple closed doors, but saw no one else there. I decided to just go sit for a bit at one of the tables in the dim area outside the dark room. Before I sat down, I stepped inside the dark room and turned on the screen on my phone and had a quick look around, ready to apologize for the light if someone was there. As I thought, there was no one there. I sat down around the corner from the doorway to the dark room, at the far end of the lounge area, where I could see anyone wandering the halls in the entire back part of the club.

I had sat there surfing on my phone for quite a while and was getting restless. I was hoping the day wasn’t going to be a bust. Usually daytime cruisers here were “straight” horny businessmen who needed to get their cock wet either in a mouth or an ass, or, more likely, both. Businessmen on the sly are some of the best fucks because they’re furtive, they don’t want to exchange names, and they don’t want small talk. They want sex before they have to go back to their unhappy, humdrum, boring home lives where they aren’t getting much if any. I saw movement across the club and craned my neck to see if it was someone interesting. I saw the back of a man in a black leather jacket and black jeans disappear around the corner at the end of one of the halls. I moved to a table a little closer to the door to the dark room so I could see him better when he came down the hall on the other side. I kept watching, but didn’t see him, so I figured he had gone into one of the rooms to watch porn and beat off. I went back to surfing on my phone. I had gotten an email that was worth taking time to read, so I really hadn’t been paying attention to the area where I had seen the man. I heard a boot scuff on the floor and a couple steps and I looked up quickly in the direction of the sound. No one. I waited a few seconds to see if I either heard boots on the floor or saw someone. I didn’t. My curiosity was aroused, so I got up to walk the halls and see who I had heard. I made a complete circuit around the club and never saw anyone moving around, and the only doors closed were the ones that were closed when I got there. I was intrigued, so I kept walking around for a while. After five minutes or so, I was frustrated, thinking the day was going to be a waste. I walked back over to the dim area and decided to wait in the dark room for a while and see if anyone came in. I stepped in and began to feel my way left along the wall moving toward the corner. I was suddenly grabbed from behind, a strong arm wrapped around me with a hand covering my mouth tightly. A deep masculine, menacing voice growled quietly in my ear, “Don’t struggle and don’t try to yell. I’m bigger than you and stronger than you. You won’t get away from me and I can keep you quiet as long as I need to.” While I was processing this mentally, I felt a beard along the side of my head, I smelled a clean smell, and I felt a firm chest pressed against my back. My heart was pounding, not really so much out of fear, but from being grabbed so quickly that it startled me. I tried to take a couple of slow breaths in an effort to calm down, waiting to find out what was about to happen to me. I felt his head move and suddenly a tongue was tracing up the side of my neck, and a breath exhaled by my ear as he got to the top of my neck. I was both weirded out and turned on by this. “I need to fuck. I’m going to fuck you in the ass. This can go down either of two ways. You can give it up, or I can, and will r**e you. Either way, you’re getting fucked in the ass. And to show you that I don’t want to hurt you, I’ll use a condom. But you’re getting fucked in that cute, chubby bubble butt. Now what’s it going to be – the easy way or the hard way?” He slowly loosened his hand from my mouth and said, “Don’t you yell.” I was now more than a little aroused. If he had meant to hurt me he had already had plenty of time to do so. He was strong, warm, with big hands and a masculine smell. I decided to see where this would go. He moved his hand away from my mouth and I said, quietly but with as much steel in my voice as I could muster at the moment, “Listen here, fucker. You may be bigger and stronger than me, but if you try to come anywhere near my ass with a condom, you’ll never get in me. I’m a man, and if you think you’re man enough to fuck me, then you fuckin’ better be planning to bareback me. And don’t you even think about pulling out before you cum. If you’re gonna fuckin’ r**e me, then you’re gonna fuckin’ breed me!” He was silent for a couple seconds and then he wrapped his hand around my mouth again and pulled me tighter against him. He began to chuckle and loosened his grip on me. “Okay, okay, you win. I’ll fuckin’ bareback your ass. I’ll fuckin’ breed your ass. You got some confidence, man. I like that. You want to get fucked like a man, I’ll fuck you like a man. Get those fuckin pants down and bend over, bitch.”

Anytime I come to the club, I’m commando. I pushed my pants down to my ankles and reached behind me to grope him. His cock was still in his pants, but I could feel that it was chubbed. I said, “What are you waiting for, fucker? Get that cock out!” I left my hand on his cock as he unbuttoned his jeans. He reached in and pulled it out as well as his balls. I grabbed his cock and felt a shiver go up my back as I realized it was big, and still not completely hard. I brought my hand around to my mouth and spit on my fingers. I reached around and spread my spit on my hole. I did the same thing a second time and then bent over. I heard a wad of spit splat behind me and felt him jacking it. He felt around with his middle finger until he found my pucker, and then shoved it in to the second knuckle. He started finger fucking me and then pulled his finger out and spit on it again and shoved it back in. He pulled his finger out and put his big, spongy head against my hole and then dripped another wad of spit on his head and my hole. He grabbed me by my hips and started to push slowly. I pushed out against him thinking he was trying to ease in. Just when my hole opened enough for his head to begin to enter me, he shoved it all the way in to his root and started fucking me like a piledriver. For a few seconds I saw white. It had taken me by surprise and hurt like I was being split in half. About the fourth hammer into me I felt that familiar dull throb of pain from my sphincter reminding me of my last visit here. “Goddamn you’re tight, motherfucker! You like this big fuckin’ cock rammin’ your tight little faggot hole?” he muttered as he continued plowing as hard as he could fuck. I was fucking getting off on this shit. This was hotter than anything I could have ever thought up, especially since I now realized who it was that was plowing me. It was the stud who took my hole in this very room ten days before. “Yeah, faggot, I love that big fucking cock beatin’ the hell out of me. You like my tight, tender faggot hole wrapped around that fuckin’ monster?” He growled like a wolf on the attack and said, “FUCK YEAH, faggot! I love beatin’ the fuck out of that sweet tight manpussy. You’re groovin’ on my fuckmeat, aren’t you, faggot?” Saying that, he started hammering me harder than anyone had ever fucked me, to the point that I felt like a ragdoll being flung about. If not for his strong hands holding me, I’d have been thrown flat on my face. I was in bliss. This man was fucking me better than any man had ever fucked me in my life. “Oh goddamn, fuck me, you rock hard faggot! Oh shit it hurts so fucking good!” I moaned. He started panting and said, “Oh goddamn, faggot, now you’ve done it. I’m gonna fucking fill your ass with cum! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ooooooooo FUCK!” I felt him start throbbing and I started counting …4, 5, 6, I couldn’t stand it and I started cumming hard. 7, 8, 9, 10 hard pulses before I felt the throbs diminish in strength. I counted two more before I couldn’t feel any more. He stayed all the way inside me for another fifteen or twenty seconds, shuddering, grunting, growling, panting. He softened and slipped out of me. I stood up, reached behind me and pulled him up against me and whispered, “Damn, I was hoping for multiple loads again.” He laughed and said, “Again? So you think we’ve met before?” I chuckled and said, “Yeah, faggot, I think we’ve met before. Right here. And I’ll take this kind of treatment anytime you want to dish it out.” He grabbed me from behind again, held me tight and dropped his head down and kissed my neck. I hissed in and jerked my head back exposing my neck to him and said, “Yes, please!” He bit down on a bit of my neck, started sucking hard on it and sanding the lump between his teeth with his tongue. He released his bite but sucked even harder. He finally let go, grabbed my head and landed on my mouth kissing me deeply, wet, hungrily. He broke the kiss and said “I wish I could have taken you as long as last time, but I had a short window today, and I knew I had to cum in someone. I was so glad when I saw you walking in from your car.” I reached around and stroked his beard and said, “You can take me any fucking time you want. If you ever want my number so you can tell me you want my hole, I’ll give it to you.” Otherwise, I’ll just hope to keep running into you here. He sighed, kissed my cheek and said, “I want to, but things are complicated. I have to figure out how to protect you before I take your number. Believe me, I want your number. I’ve thought about your hole nearly every minute since last time. You’re fucking perfect for me.” His mouth melted into me again as he was packing his cock back into his fly and buttoning up. “Think about me, man.” I sighed and replied, “Every goddamn time I sit down I’ll think about you!” With that, he turned and was gone. I bent over and grabbed my pants. As I started to pull them up, I realized the were wet with my cum. I smiled a wicked smile as I felt wet, slick patches as I fastened them. I was sure there would be visible cum streaks as I walked out into the light. I didn’t give a fuck.

Edited April 5, 2020 by bottmpipebear
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July 8, 2020

3. It was late afternoon on a Wednesday. I paid admission and began walking around, looking to see who was around. Not too many men there, but there were a few and one of those saw me as I came around the corner of the aisle where he was standing by a video booth. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and tilted his head toward the booth. Sexy, hairy as fuck with long hair boiling out of the open buttons of his plaid shirt and a thick covering of dark hair coming out of the rolled up sleeves, covering his arms and the backs of his hands. Big, fucking thick mustache, cowboy boots and jeans that beautifully enhanced a very large package. I flashed my eyes and smiled at him and went into the booth making sure to rub against him as I walked past him. It was one of the gloryhole booths, but no one was in the next booth. He closed and locked the door, turned to me and without saying a word placed a hand on each side of my head and drew me to him for a kiss. Holy fucking shit what a kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, several minutes later, I could have gone home feeling every bit as satisfied as I felt after any deep, hard, proper assfucking I had ever received. But I didn’t. I kept my eyes locked on his as I unbuttoned his shirt by feel and pushed it back off of his shoulders, and pulled it out of the waistband of his jeans. As I tossed his shirt onto the bench in the booth, I pulled his face toward me and pulled our foreheads together, not wanting to break the gaze into his eyes for any reason. My body’s needs overrode that and I tilted my head just barely enough that he knew and met me in another kiss. This time, I caressed his head, his cheeks, his shoulders, his chest as we kissed, deeply, leisurely, tenderly. I broke the kiss this time and started to unbutton my shirt, but he pushed my hands away and as he kissed me again, he began to unbutton and remove my shirt and toss it on top of his. He pulled me to him and pressed our chests and bellies together. His kiss combined with the warm, soft, thick fur of his torso pressing against me made me feel so needy, I almost begged him to fuck me right then, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. He was strong but gentle, muscular but his skin was soft, and his eyes. Oh god his eyes. Beautiful brown eyes with long, thick lashes. He caressed and held me, pulling me tightly to him. I was caressing his back and worked my way down to his belt, and then grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against me, grinding against his crotch as I did. I broke the kiss and we stood there breathing deeply gazing into each other’s eyes, still holding each other. I released his ass and began working my hands between us to find his belt buckle. He started to move his hands to his buckle to help me, but I grabbed them and pulled them up to the sides of my face. I unbuckled his belt and made short work of unbuttoning his jeans, never taking my eyes away from his. I gave him several short, passionate kisses, and then began to sink to my knees. As I sank, I pulled his jeans down and beheld that not only was he commando, the fur on his abdomen and down into his pubes was so thick you could not see any skin through it. I got his jeans down all the way and a beautiful, thick 8” uncut cock popped up, bouncing against the underside of my chin. I wrapped a hand around his cock to steady it as I opened up and engulfed that beautiful uncut monster all the way to the bottom. As his foreskin reached the back of my mouth, I kept moving down on him until his head rolled out from inside his foreskin and right into my throat. He whimpered and pulled my head tighter into his bush. Not aggressively, not like he was going to facefuck me roughly, more like holding me close melting into me. I began sliding up and down him slowly, moving all the way up until I could swirl my tongue deep inside his generous foreskin, which made him breathe in sharply, and then I would slide down slowly until he was as far down my throat as I could get him and my face was pressed as tightly into his crotch as I could press it. Over and over I did this, loving this beautiful man’s beautiful cock, loving how his kisses had put me in the frame of mind to love on him deeply, tenderly, feeling every vein and contour of his dick against my tongue, cheeks or the back of my throat. He began slowly moving in to meet me as I slid down and pulling out as I slid up to once again French kiss his foreskin and cockhead. So often when I suck men, I want to get them fired up for the main event and get their cock up my ass, followed by their load at the end of a deep, hard, aggressive manfuck. But with this man, I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of my mouth forever, making love to him, making him feel like a loved, cherished, adored man. After I had had his cock in my mouth for probably twenty minutes, my knees started to talk to me and I shifted to change the weight on my knees. As I did that, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, put his hands under my armpits and helped me stand. In one motion he melted into me in another kiss and he wrapped his arms around me and backed me up against the back wall of the booth. His kiss was a little more insistent this time, and he was pushing his whole body against me more firmly. He was caressing my head, my cheeks, under my chin, softly whimpering as he kissed me. He finally broke the kiss and held me with my forehead against his, looking into my soul through my eyes. “I’m feeling something very special with you,” he said. It was the first time I had heard his warm, mellow voice, with a little bit of a southern accent. “I want to continue making love to you, using other parts of my body on other parts of your body!” he said with an impish smile and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes that made my cheeks warm, my heart flutter, and my ass twitch. I sighed, “Oh fuck! Anything you want, anywhere you want.”

He took my hands and laid them against the sides of his face with his hands resting softly on top of mine. “Are you cleaned out?” he asked. I didn’t say anything, I just nodded, not breaking eye contact with him. I laid my cheek against his and whispered “I want you right now. I need you right now.” He turned me around facing the wall, telling me to move my feet back toward him and pressing my chest against the wall. He spread my cheeks and I felt that big beautiful mustache slide between them. Then I felt that beautiful, tender tongue that had spent so much time in my mouth begin to lick, touch, probe me, in search of the puckered hole we both wanted him to find. He found it and began poking in and out of it, licking, poking, licking, grabbing me and pulling me against his mouth and beginning to French kiss my hole. Minute after glorious minute he kissed, ate, sucked, licked, poked my hole with his tongue. He finally stood up, leaned over and put his cheek against mine and whispered, “Here I am.” as I felt his head slide between my cheeks and all the way into me. We were one. He pressed me up against the wall, trying to get every millimeter of his dick up my ass. Unable to stop myself (if I’d wanted to), I began rhythmically clamping and releasing his cock. He began slowly, all the way out until only his head was in me, back in until he couldn’t get any further in me, exquisite pleasure as he slow stroked me, leaving his cheek next to mine, repeatedly whispering “so fucking sweet” in my ear like a chant as he continued gliding in and out of me. He reached between me and the wall, wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me tight against him, his cheek still against mine, and then began to move faster, pushing in more (^*&^*&(&fully. I whispered, “Oh god, oh god, so good. So fucking good. Oh don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I want it all. I want everything you’ve got.” He began fucking harder and began kissing my cheek and my neck and under my jaw. He said, “I can’t give you everything I got in this booth. We need some room. Want to come back to my hotel?” I closed my eyes and thought, “Damn, he’s traveling. I could get used to this every day.” I whispered back to him, “Yeah, but I need more right now, before we could get there. Come with me.” He pulled out of me and looked like he wanted something to clean off his dick with. I smiled and said, “don’t worry about that, we’re not going far and you’ll be back in me within two minutes.” We both zipped up and he opened the door of the booth.

Not that I cared, but there was no one roaming any of the aisles, so no one to see me holding his hand and leading this beautiful, sexy stud into the dark room. He stiffened up a bit as we were enveloped by the dark. I turned and said softly, “It’s okay. There’s nothing to trip over.” I led him to the wall to the left of the doorway, turned and unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, opened mine to expose my ass, grabbed his cock and gave it a couple shakes and a couple strokes as I said, “I want you back inside me.” Still holding his cock, I turned around, backed up to him until I felt it poke my pucker and shoved myself down on him hard. All the way to the base in one movement, as hard as I could. I growled, “Oh yeah, stud, fuck me like a bitch in heat.” He took me at my word and began brutally ramming into me, pushing me against the wall, beating my ass with his abdomen, beating my second hole with his cockhead, rubbing my prostate hard on every stroke. I was in heaven and all I could do was sigh, moan, squeak and try to slam down on him as he rammed into me. I felt his lips right by my ear, heard his panting as he fucked harder, and he growled quietly and menacingly, “Take it, bitch. Fucking you. Fucking your ass.” He sunk all the way to the balls and then yanked me back away from the wall, turned us parallel to the wall, pushed my torso forward roughly saying, “Bend over, you fuck.” He grabbed my hips hard and rammed into me, holding me steady as he plowed into me. I grabbed my ankles and let him hold me, control me, fuck me, reveling in how aggressively he was plowing my ass. After minutes of that, I stood up, pulled myself off of him, turned around and reached out carefully to find his face and pulled him to me to kiss again. I couldn’t get enough of this man’s kisses. I’d never been with a man who was this good a kisser. I finally broke the kiss, caressed the side of his face, leaned up next to his cheek and whispered, “Trust me.” I pulled away, took both of his hands in mine and I began to walk backward, pulling him with me, until my heel hit the edge of the gym pad on the floor. I kissed him again and said in his ear, “I really need to be naked together. It’s safe to take your clothes off, and it’s clean. Please take your clothes off. I pushed his shirt back off his shoulders and pulled it down off of his arms and dropped it on the mat next to where we were standing. He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head as I raised my arms. I took my shirt from him and dropped it the same place I dropped his shirt. I kissed his chest as I knelt in front of him. I grabbed his hand and put it on my head for support and then grabbed his left calf and foot and tried to pick his foot up. He caught was I was doing and picked his leg up. I pulled his boot off and set it right in front of me, and then pulled the leg of his jeans off. He started to put his foot down, but I stopped him and began putting his boot back on. He finished by putting it down and shoving his foot back down into the boot. I then did the same thing with his right leg, him anticipating and raising his leg for me, holding it elevated until I pushed the boot back up. As he stepped down on it to shove his foot down inside, I found the waistband of his jeans, felt to make sure his wallet was safely in its pocket, and carefully folded them together and folded the legs up and lay them down on top of our shirts. I then toed my shoes off, laid back and shucked my jeans, folded them carefully and put them on top of his. I then sat up, reached out and found his hands, and began carefully pulling him down to me. He got what I was doing, knelt and then settled on his knees, leaning down to find my mouth and kiss me.

As we were kissing, I wrapped my ankles around his waist, felt his cock hanging there and pulled my ass up to touch his head. As soon as my pucker made contact, I shoved my ass up and he shoved in at the same time, and then lay down on top of me ramming into me all the way until I felt his balls slap my ass. I shivered as we continued our kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as his cock plundering my hole. Stroking long, slow, full-length, then hard, deep, (^*&^*&(&ful slams into me, alternating back and forth, as he continues kissing me. He broke the kiss and half an inch from my mouth, he says “Goddamn you feel so fucking good! Your ass is heaven! So warm, so slick.” I moaned and kissed him, reaching down to grab his ass to try to pull him further into me. I broke the kiss saying, “Oh god, your cock is so hard. It feels perfect. I could take this cock for hours. Fuck me! Goddammit, fuck me! Fuck me like only a man can take it.” He slid his tongue back into my mouth and pushed up onto his hands, staying attached to my lips until he pulled away. I could feel him sitting up on his legs, his hard cock still in me to the root, and I felt his heartbeat in his cock, beating hard. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and spread me wide and began hammering the shit out of my hole. I didn’t know how he got leverage to pound me so hard, but I wasn’t complaining. I heard a voice saying, “Yes! Oh god yes! Ram that motherfucking cock up my ass, you goddamn sexy assfucker! You fucking virile buttbreeder!” It was like it was a voice somewhere outside of me, and I realized it was me saying these things without consciously thinking about them, just letting them pour from my mouth, driven by the powerful fucking he was delivering to my fuckhole. I also realized I heard another voice somewhere behind him mutter, “GodDAMN!” I realized someone had come into the inky darkness of the room and was listening to us fucking. I didn’t know whether my fucker realized there was someone else listening to us, but if he did, he didn’t seem to care any more than I did. Hell, that’s one of the hot things about fucking in a dark room. There’s no way to know how many men are hearing you get plowed, how many men are also getting assfucked, how many men are shoving their cock up a man’s breedhole. As long as no one tries to interrupt, or turns on a light, I kind of groove on knowing someone’s listening to us going at it like only horny, nasty-mouthed men can go at it. My fucker stopped, took my arm and began turning me over, keeping me impaled on his rock hard cock. He got me on my stomach and began fucking me fast, hard, deep and rough. He grabbed my hands, laced his fingers between mine and stretched them straight up on either side of my head. He was clenching my hands so hard it hurt, as he hammered and plowed me. His mustache grazed my left ear and he said loudly and clearly, “Get ready you hot motherfucking cumdumpster. I’m about to fuck the biggest load of cum up your ass you’ve ever had!” I jerked my hands out of his and reached around and pulled my cheeks as far apart as I could. “Take it…TAKE it…TAKE IT GODDAMMIT I’m cumming! I’m fucking flooding your fucking second hole!” he growled as he slammed down into me as hard as he could and stopped, perfectly still, holding his breath, grunting, pulsing repeatedly with his cock head all the way in me and his pubes mashed against my hole so hard he was mashing me down into the gym mat. He suddenly grunted and convulsed inside me, and growled, and shivered and started pounding me again, a magnificent “SMACK” resounding in the darkness every time he slammed down into me. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled on me so hard I cried out, “YEEEES!” He kept pulling me down hard onto him until he finally quit spasming and pulsating inside me, and collapsed hard on me like he’d just been tossed on the floor. Panting heavily, he kept saying, “Goddamn.” “Goddamn.” “Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn!” His breath heaving he leaned his head down, found the side of my head with his nose and mouth and nipped at my ear and my neck. “You think that will hold you until we get to my hotel?” he asked? I laughed quietly and said, “Yeah, I think that’ll be just enough to get there.” We found our clothes, dressed and checked all of our pockets to make sure we weren’t losing something in the darkness. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him close and he did the same. We carefully found the doorway out of the room. Once we got into the dim light outside the dark room, he stopped, turned me toward him and pulled my mouth to his and we melted together. When we finally had to stop to catch our breath, he said, “I really hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight, because you’re going to have my dick in your butt all night. I’m not lettin’ go until I can’t go anymore.” I winked and said, “I’m holding you to that, fucker.” We walked toward the exit, our arms around each other. The face of the attendant at the door remained completely impassive, not even registering that we were walking by. As we hit the parking lot, we separated and I said, “This is me,” as I nodded toward my car. He nodded at the truck to the right of mine and said, “That’s me. Follow me.” We kissed again and then walked to our respective vehicles. As I opened my door, I saw something white under the edge of the wiper blade. I reached over the doorframe and grabbed it. It was a handwritten note that said, “Sounded like you had fun, faggot. You and I are breaking in a new dark room this weekend. Text yes to this number and I’ll send you the address and time. Don’t disappoint me, faggot. You won’t be sorry.” There was a phone number. My heart started beating faster as I felt a flush of excitement, knowing who had left the note, and that he had been there in the dark while we were fucking. I started my engine, pulled out my phone and texted “YES!” and then backed out and followed my stud to his hotel for a night full of cock up my ass.

July 8, 2020

Why do i have the feeling this has been pasted from somewhere else.

July 9, 2020

3 hours ago, barehole4use said:

Why do i have the feeling this has been pasted from somewhere else.

Pasted from my computer, when I finished writing it. Today.

July 9, 2020

22 hours ago, bottmpipebear said:

Pasted from my computer, when I finished writing it. Today.

i doubt that big time. it's firstly not your style of writing, if i look at the previous posts this has been lifted from another site 4 sure.

July 20, 2020

On 7/9/2020 at 6:43 PM, barehole4use said:

i doubt that big time. it's firstly not your style of writing, if i look at the previous posts this has been lifted from another site 4 sure.

I don't really care about your doubts. I did write this, as a segue to the next one. Might not be what you expected from me, but I did write it. And I don't appreciate the suggestion that I would plagiarize someone else.

July 21, 2020

9 hours ago, bottmpipebear said:

I don't really care about your doubts. I did write this, as a segue to the next one. Might not be what you expected from me, but I did write it. And I don't appreciate the suggestion that I would plagiarize someone else.

This style of writing is completely different to who wrote that story, it was not you, i am convinced. actually pretty sad to lift someone else's writing skills which you obviously do NOT have.

BBAdmin · July 22, 2020

On 7/21/2020 at 1:31 PM, barehole4use said:

This style of writing is completely different to who wrote that story, it was not you, i am convinced. actually pretty sad to lift someone else's writing skills which you obviously do NOT have.

I could not find it on another site. You make an accusation based on a hunch. Prove it or retract your statement.

July 23, 2020

8 hours ago, Michael said:

I could not find it on another site. You make an accusation based on a hunch. Prove it or retract your statement.

Okay i retract my earlier given comment, was not intended to offend was only an observation.

December 4, 2020

4. I had forgotten all about the note after I went to the hotel room with the man I had met. Good to his word, I spent much of the next twelve hours with his cock up my ass and down my throat and left the next morning with each of us having gotten maybe an hour of sleep over the entire night. I took very deep pleasure knowing that if I didn’t go home and shower before going to work, I’d spend the day with the stud’s 6 loads of cum running down my leg. Alas, working in an office where I’m one of two men working in tight quarters with eight women, I knew if I went to work without showering everyone would smell the glorious aftereffects of magnificent, randy, raunchy bareback buttfucking, and they would probably not describe the aroma as “glorious.” Damn, I didn’t want to give up that cum. However I did enjoy the hell out of playing with it as it ran down my leg, fingering my cum-slimed hole, smearing it all over myself in the shower, before the bodywash made me smell presentable to my professional life, whose fellow workers had no idea how much of a cum-obsessed bottom I am. They knew I was gay, but I smiled thinking about their faces if they knew what I did after I left work.

I got in the car to go to work and saw the note laying on the seat. Without even opening it, I remembered what it was, and immediately my cock started getting hard. My big-cocked, hard-fucking, nasty-mouthed dark room top had once again known I was there, somehow, and this time, he had summoned me to play. He had said we would be breaking in a new dark room. Of course, I had texted “HELL YES!” to the Number on the note. There’s really no point in having a dark room somewhere that it doesn’t get a decent amount of traffic, so I was excited by the prospect of what he might be sharing with me. I got to work and somehow managed to get from the car to the restroom without anyone seeing my tented pants because of the throbbing erection I had because of imagining what this big, strong, hairy, big dicked, verbal motherfucker I had actually never seen had in store for the weekend. There wasn’t time to jack off. Splashing water on my face in the restroom left me chubbed. It simply would not go down all the way. It would take a long, boring-as-fuck meeting to do that.

I had just gotten in the car after a longer than usual day at work, frustrated and mentally exhausted. I was looking forward to wine and lots of it when I got home. Half-way home, my phone signaled that I had a text. I hoped it wasn’t something hitting the fan at work. I wouldn’t be a selfish asshat texting while driving. I would ignore it until I got home in a few minutes. When I got home, I closed the garage, went into the kitchen, poured myself a big glass of wine, went to the bedroom to change into shorts and a t-shirt, then went to the living room and flopped into a chair. I took out my phone and when I turned on the screen, there was the notification that I had received a text. I opened it and my breath caught as I saw the words. Tomorrow night. 10:00. 15345 McTaggart St. Enter under the Dunovan Supply sign. Cleaned out for long aggressive play.

My heart was thumping in my chest by the time I finished reading, and I was breathing heavily. My cock was rock hard, and instantly I knew I would not be jacking off this time. I’m resolutely a bottom, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like shooting a big, hard load when I’m getting fucked. I was going to make sure my balls were full. I went to the kitchen and made a salad and refilled my wine, which I took to the living room, turned the TV on and watched my usual Thursday night programs, not really paying attention, wanting desperately to jack my cock that was so hard it hurt. Work tomorrow was going to be a bitch. After a third glass of wine, feeling a happy warm buzz, I headed off to bed expecting to have a difficult time going to sleep. Thanks to the wine, I went to sleep quickly and slept all night.

I usually wake a couple minutes before my alarm, but on this Friday morning, I slept right until the alarm jarred me. I had a piss-hard that hurt like hell and I got up to go to the bathroom. I decided I was too hard to try to piss in the toilet, so I decided I’d just piss in the shower. Once my bladder was empty, my erection finally deflated and I began soaping up, enjoying the water streaming over me, steaming up the bathroom. As I lifted my leg and washed across my hole, I felt the dull throb that reminded me that night before last, I had gotten fucked repeatedly. I played with my hole a bit as I washed it, enjoying feeling my finger sliding up inside myself. Suddenly I gasped as I remembered the text, the instructions for tonight. In ten seconds, I was fully and painfully erect and felt a rush of excitement as I thought through the words of the text. I decided today would be a protein shake day, and after rinsing the soap off myself, I turned off the shower and laid a towel on the floor between the shower door and the toilet. After sitting on the toilet for some time, I flushed and went back to the shower. I grabbed my shower shot and twisted the diverter to send the water to it. I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning out until there was nothing left. I turned the diverter back to the shower head and washed down again before getting out. After dressing for work, I went to the kitchen and fixed and drank a protein shake and then poured coffee in my travel mug and headed to work, hoping the extra bathroom time wouldn’t make me late.

The traffic was mercifully easy, and I made it to work a little earlier than usual. I focused my thoughts on the lengthy list of Friday tasks and tried not to think of the night ahead to keep from spending the day hard. My best friend called and asked if I wanted to meet for lunch, but I begged off saying I had some shit to do. I walked down the block to the juice bar, got another protein shake and went back to work. Got to keep busy. 5:00 mercifully arrived and I hit the door before anyone could stop me. If the traffic on the way to work was easy, the traffic going home made up for it. A little before 6, I got home and immediately fixed and drank a protein shake. I stripped and headed to the bathroom to begin another round of cleaning out. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in cut off sweats and a t-shirt, watching TV with a bottle of water. I realized I hadn’t checked out where I was going later, so I put the address into the navigator on my phone. The directions said it was 28 minutes from home, which meant I’d leave at 9:20 just to be safe. At 8:30, I went back to the shower and cleaned out again, just to make sure. I dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and black socks and work boots.

As I neared the address, the neighborhood became increasingly industrial, with a mix of old brick mills and warehouses and newer old metal buildings, all behind high chain link fences with locked gates. The directions wound me deeper into what felt like a labyrinth, with numerous right and left turns. As I knew I was near the address, the navigator told me to turn left and my destination would be on the left. It was the darkest street I had been on yet, with a light at the corner where I turned, and I could see one about a hundred yards ahead, but nothing in between. I began to question whether this was a good idea. No one knew where I was, and there had been no open business, not even a convenience store, within the last mile or so. I slowed as I approached, and the navigator said my destination was on the left. There was a double chain link gate, which was open. Since I was fifteen minutes early, I decided to drive on down the street at least as far as the streetlight I saw further down the street. Maybe I’d see a convenience store or some business with lights on down there. I got to the light, but there was nothing but industrial businesses in every direction at the corner. I turned around and headed back toward the open gate. I turned in and pulled up close to a door that had a single dim light bulb under an old rusty metal shade attached to a metal pipe coming out of the wall above the door and there was a weathered, faded metal sign that said “Dunovan Supply.” I sat there for a couple moments wondering about the sanity and safety of this. There were no other vehicles visible, which, I thought, didn’t bode well. At five minutes before 10:00, took my ID out of my wallet and slipped it in my pocket and locked my wallet into the glove compartment. I got out of the car, locked it and walked up the brick steps to the door. There was no doorbell button, not that I expected one, and no window in the weathered green metal and wood door. I reached for the knob, turned it and the heavy door opened easily and silently. I looked inside but didn’t see anyone. What I did see was brick walls of an entry area that was about 10’ x 10’. The walls were painted black, and other than the dim light coming in the door, there was only a blacklight in a deep light socket on the ceiling. I closed the door and found white letters on the inside of the door, glowing in the blacklight. “Welcome Follow the arrows” was all that was written. I looked around and noticed a narrow opening at the right corner of the entry room. There was a small flash of white just visible around the corner. I stepped toward the opening in the corner and saw that the glowing white I had seen was the beginning of an arrow pointing down a short hallway. I looked up at the ceiling and saw a blacklight bulb in a tube that extended probably ten inches beyond the bulb. The effect was that it made a small pool of light just above the arrow on the floor, but otherwise, the hall was nearly unlit.

I walked down the hall toward an arrow pointing left, which was where the first hallway ended. I turned to follow the arrow and saw another one some ten or so feet ahead, pointed right. On the wall above the arrow letters were barely visible: “Lockers,” with an arrow pointing left. I looked to the left and saw a small room with a bank of maybe twenty lockers, with a bench placed in front of the wall opposite. I turned to the right and saw a black opening. I stepped toward it and peered around the corner. It was impossible to see anything in the room. Having not seen anyone yet, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and turned on the screen, dimmed it about half way, and held it facing down at the floor and walked into the room. I followed the wall on the right looking down at the floor. In the dim glow, I saw a gym mat to my left, and ahead, I saw black metal legs. As I got closer, I saw that it was a well-padded fuck bench. Just past the bench I came to a corner and turned left to follow that wall. About ten feet further, my shoulder bumped into something I had not seen. I looked up and could barely make out a sling frame made out of black metal pipes. The chains leading to the sling were black, as was the leather sling. I continued past the sling reaching another corner. Turning left again, I saw ahead a black box about 24 inches high, and probably 4’ x 4’. I walked around the box, which it turns out was in the next corner. Turning left again, for the last time, I could see the opening I had come in ahead, with just enough light coming in to make out that it was there. I turned off my phone and stood there in the complete blackness for a minute, or so, listening for any sign that there was someone in the room with me. I heard nothing. I went back to the opening, turned right, and went to the lockers. I undressed, stowed my clothes and phone, locked the locker, and removed the key with its elastic cord, which I put around my wrist. Now in just my boots, I went back to the dark room. I still had not seen or even heard anyone, but I felt sure someone must be there, since the outside door was open and the two blacklights I had discovered were turned on.

I walked back into the dark room and carefully made my way to the fuck bench which I got on and laid there with my head toward the corner, listening and waiting. I began considering again whether this might have been a bad idea and said to myself, “Okay, five more minutes. Then I’m leaving.” After another minute, I felt the air stir around me. I looked around, but of course I couldn’t see anything. A strong pair of hands grabbed my asscheeks and spread them as a deep voice I now recognized said, “Hey faggot.” Goosebumps popped up all over me as I gasped slightly, and my dick began to harden. I felt his beard and mustache mash into my crack and his tongue began to lick up the center of my crack. He licked the center, and up each side of my crack. He began probing for my hole and when he found it, he covered it with his mouth and began sucking and French kissing it. He shoved his tongue into me and I felt him curling it upward, then wiggling it side to side, then sucking on it until he pulled off with a loud slurp. “Your hole tastes good, faggot.” He licked, tongued, moved his head side to side, eating me like a starving man. It felt so good my goosebumps got goosebumps and I began to moan, quietly, at first, and then realizing where we were, I realized I could make as much noise as I wanted, because there was only one reason anyone would hear me. This realization made me immensely horny, and my cock was now so hard, it hurt. I began to egg him on saying, “Oh yeah fucker, eat my faggot hole. Get it ready to take your big fuckin’ faggot dick. Get that fuckhole sloppy wet so you can shove that fuckin’ cock in there. Oh, fuck yeah, motherfucker. Oh shit. Goddamn that feels so good!” He started pumping his face in and out of my crack, poking his tongue in me with every thrust. I felt his hands leave my cheeks leaving them tighter against his face when I felt the sting of a hard slap on each cheek. The feeling was electric, and made me cry out, “OH YEAH!!” But the sound, hearing the slap of his hands on my ass took me to an entirely new level of horny. He caressed where he had slapped my cheeks, sending sparks through me. I felt his right hand leave my ass, and I expected another slap where his hand no longer was. Instead, he gave me, another, harder slap on my left cheek as he yanked his hand out of the way. He left his right hand there, caressing the now warming spot on my cheek, which I knew must already have a nice big, red handprint. His hand paused in caressing just as his left hand landed hard on my right cheek, and began caressing the warm spot. I was breathing heavily, feeling a level of lust I’d never felt before. “Ooooh yeah, fuckerrrr!” Another slap on my right cheek, followed by caressing the hot spot, and then another on the left. He pulled my cheeks apart and dove in greedily eating my ass again, brushing his beard up and down my trench. As he pulled his face away from my hole, he said, “faggot” as I felt his middle finger push in deep and hard, and he began fucking me with his finger. Hard and deep, working it around in me until he found my fucknut and began fingering it. He pulled his finger out and then two pushed in and resumed fucking. I felt his other hand begin to slide between my cheeks and a finger from that hand joined the two in my hole. I was moaning every encouragement I could telling him how good it felt. He added another finger from the second hand, and began pulling me open and sliding his fingers around stretching the ring. one hand pulled away, and while the other was fucking in and out of me, I felt something cool touch my hole. It slid in, stretching me a little more, and then I felt it tapering back down, my ass closing down around a thinner part, and then it snugged into place with something resting against my taint. He grabbed the base of it and gyrated it inside me making me feel like I was going to burst out of my body. He let go of it and it snugged back against my taint, with my hole grabbing onto it hard. He began thumping on the base of it, sending amazing shockwaves through my fucknut. Then he pushed on the bottom of it and it began buzzing and vibrating. “OOOOHHH FUUCK!!!” I yelled as the vibrations rocketed throughout my body. He pressed the base again and the vibrations began to pulse. “Like that, faggot?” Two more presses and the pulses were so strong I felt like I was going to cum. I moaned, “Oh FUCK, I’m gonna cum!” He pressed the base again and the vibrating stopped. “Oh no you’re not faggot! Not yet.” I still felt the vibrations tingling through my body, even though this wonderful little plug was no longer doing it. He licked around the base of the plug, working his tongue into my hole around it for a couple minutes, before he pressed the base again and it buzzed to life again, buzzing stronger than before. Hard, strong pulses right against my prostate had me moaning high pitched gibberish. Again, I felt it building, and I said, “Oh fuck, faggot, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, faggot!” He grabbed the plug and pulled it out of me as he pressed it and made it stop vibrating. Panting, I pleaded, “More! Please, more!”

I heard something thump onto the mat close by as I felt his dickhead push between my cheeks and penetrate all the way to the base. He didn’t wait, he just began pounding into me, slamming his cock into me, pulling my ass back a little bit off the raised pad of the fuck bench where he could angle his assault right onto my fucknut. He pounded on my prostate like a jackhammer, and then he slowed down and slid across it slowly. He gyrated his hips, moving his cock side to side, and then began plowing into me again, angled to the left, then to the right, then straight in, over and over again. I was moaning nonstop as he fucked harder, and finally he barked, “You’re my fuck, faggot! Take my fuckin’ cock. I’m gonna pound the fuck out of your fuckin’ hot-ass faggot hole. You gonna be my bitch, faggot? That what you want?” I yelled, “Yes! YES!! Make me your bitch, faggot! Fuck me like I deserve, faggot!” He growled, “Yeah, faggot? Like you deserve? You want me to fuck you like you deserve? Take this, faggot!” and he grabbed hold of my hips and fucked me so hard the bench began to move forward with each slam. He bellowed, “GODDAMMIT FAGGOT, you fuckin’ make me crazy!” He began breathing harder, moaning, “Oh, Ooh, OOOh, OOOOOHH FUCKIN’ FAGGOT TAKE MY FUCKIN’ CUM BITCH!!!” He snarled and bellowed and growled as he slammed into me, slowing slightly, but fucking just as savagely. He slammed into me, and I felt him pulse. He yanked back and then slammed in again and I felt him pulse. Out and slammed back in, and pulse, over and over. Every time he pulsed, I felt his cock flex, and it twitched up off of my fucknut before dropping back down onto it again. He must have pulsed and twitched up my ass a dozen or more times, before he stopped thrusting and just stood there pressed hard against me, holding his cock as deep up my ass as he could get. “Goddammit motherfucker, I’m still cumming up your sweet faggot ass.” He pushed deep and gyrated his hips, raking his cock across my fucknut. He yanked his cock out of my hole and I heard his boots moving around in front of my face. “Clean my cock, faggot. Taste our sex. Taste your sweet faggot ass juice on my fuckin’ cock.” He smeared his cock across my lips and then pushed for entry. I opened my mouth and he slid all the way into my throat in one shove. He put his hands on the sides of my head and began fucking my throat hard and deep. I struggled at first to time my breathing to sync with his slamming into me. A wad of spit began to go down my windpipe and I gagged and coughed. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and let me get a breath. “Swallow and get ready for more, faggot.” I swallowed and leaned my head forward to take his wet tool back into my mouth.

I reached up, the first time I’d taken my hands off the legs of the bench, grabbed his ass and pulled him back into my throat. He easily slid balls deep into my throat and stood there holding my head against his abdomen, crushing my nose into that magnificent thick bush. He pulled back to let me breathe, still holding my head between his hands and started to slide back in. A hand slapped down hard on my right ass cheek. “MMMM!” I exclaimed around my buddy’s cock as another hard slap landed on my left cheek. Another slap hit each cheek and my cheeks were pulled apart and I felt a face shove into my crack with a snarl. BIG FUCKING MUSTACHE!! I thought my buddy was the best ass eater I could ever hope for, but this new arrival to the party started nipping at my hole and then I felt an unbelievably long tongue enter my hole. He growled like a bear as he ate my wet hole and stopped long enough to say, “Fuck yeah! Fresh nut in this hole!” He ate me like a savage, sucking on my hole, French kissing it. I felt the angle of his head change as he stood up. He kept his tongue inside me, wiggling around in my relaxed wet hole and then pulled away. Within two seconds I felt a long cock ram all the way to the balls. This man was not gentle. This man knew how to fuck a used hole. He was not as fat as my buddy, but he was noticeably longer, reaching places that hadn’t been touched yet with what felt like a pointed cockhead. He held me against his bush. As I moaned, my buddy shoved his cock back all the way into my throat and growled “Take that cock up your sweet faggot ass, motherfucker.” From behind me fucker Number two growled in a deep, low growl, “Take that cock down your throat, faggot!” They began fucking me from both ends, coordinating their thrusts so that each of them thrust balls deep into me simultaneously. I was working to take it being pushed hard onto the cock fucking my throat, but I was in absolute fucking bliss. I was finally getting what I had wanted for so long, and I didn’t care how much I gagged, I loved it. As the thought crossed my mind that I wished they’d flip me over and continue this magnificent spit-roast with my head hanging off the end of the fuck bench, Number two pulled his cock out of my hole and said, “Let’s get this faggot over there in the sling!” My buddy held my head deep on his dick counting slowly “10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5.… 4..… 3…… 2….… 1.….…” and then slid out of my mouth. I was panting hard, and he bent down and grabbed my shoulders and helped me sit up. When I swung my legs off the fuck bench, I was shaky and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a deep kiss. Probing my mouth with his tongue, he guided me over to the sling, never breaking the kiss. When he finally stopped kissing me, Number two turned my head to him and laid into a sizzling, passionate kiss, licking my lips, and then said to my buddy, “Can I mark your faggot?” My buddy said to me, “You okay with that?” I was still panting both from the aggressive spit-roast and from the deep kissing. Breathlessly, loudly I moaned, “Oh fuck YEAH!” No sooner were the words out of my mouth than Number two attacked the base of my neck, sucking hard, nipping and biting. The area under my neck and under my chin is the zone that makes me wild, and Number two was causing me to make frantic, desperate noises of ecstasy. I felt my buddy attack the other side of my neck and I thought I’d pass out from the sensations of both of them marking me at the same time. I wailed and squeaked and screamed in pleasure, goosebumps rippling over me. I wanted the marks to be big, dark and deep, impossible to hide and I didn’t give a fuck who would be able to see them. Hell, I wanted people to see them. The perverse thought went through my head that on Monday, everyone at work would see them and there’d be all kinds of whispering. Hell. Fuckin’, Yeah! Number two pulled off with a loud sucking pop and landed on my lips again while my buddy went at my neck even harder. I was whimpering and moaning into Number two’s mouth as the sensations got more and more intense. Before I even registered what was about to happen, I started cumming hard and my moans became cries and wails into Number two’s mouth. My cum apparently landed on my buddy because he sucked as hard as he could and pulled off with a loud pop. “FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT!!! You just shot a huge fuckin’ load all over me!” Number two laughed loudly and said, “Damn, where the fuck did you find this hot faggot?” My buddy replied, laughing, “You know damn good and well where I found this fuckin’ hot little fireplug! And I’ll fuckin’ guarantee you he ain’t done yet!”

My buddy took my shoulders and pushed me back until I felt the sling touch my ass. He took my hands as he helped me lay back. As Number two started putting my feet through padded loops, spreading me open, I laid back and discovered that the leather ended right at the top of my shoulders allowing my head to hang back off the edge. My buddy moved around to my head and laid his fat, wet, hard cock against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked his head and said, “Goddamn , I love your cock!” My buddy bent over and kissed me, humping my tongue with his; sizzling hot, but tender, even a bit loving, and he moaned into my mouth. He broke the kiss and chuckled softly and said right by my ear, “I fuckin’ love your mouth. I fuckin’ love your hole. I fuckin’ love making you cum. I fuckin’ love everything about you! You’re the only man I’ve ever met that can take everything I can give.” He kissed me again and then straightened up and said to Number two, “You remember me telling you about the man from the dark room at the video arcade that I shot six loads in?” Number two grunted as he shoved his cock in my open, dripping hole and said, “Yeah? This is the guy you’ve been obsessing about for weeks now? Well, now I see why! You’re a hot little fuck, faggot!” If I could have this from these two on a regular basis, then I had hit the fuckin’ jackpot! My buddy said, “You balls deep?” While Number two groaned, I sighed, “Hell yeah, he is! I feel those big fuckin’ furry nuts up against my fuckhole.” My buddy said, “Good. Open your mouth, faggot.” I opened and let his head slide into my mouth. As he slid balls deep into my throat, he leaned over my body and grabbed the edges of the sling and said, “Let’s go!” Again they began pulling out and sliding in at the same time, sliding into both ends of me with long, slow strokes. They both began sighing, grunting, moaning, saying, “Oh fuck… Oh, shit… Goddamn he’s good… Take my fuck down your throat, faggot... Fuckin’ that hot faggot ass…” getting faster and stronger the more they talked. My buddy began to breathe harder and began to grunt as his cock started getting thicker in my mouth. He began to growl and said, “Get a breath, faggot!” He pulled out just long enough for me to get a good breath and then shoved his cock all the way down into my throat and bellowed as I felt it pulse, delivering his second load into me. When he finally backed out, I breathed in through my nose just before he began plowing my throat relentlessly, slamming his groin fully against my face, barking with each massive thrust. With one last roar, he shoved his cock down my throat and held me there pinned to the sling. He held me there, and held me there, and I felt him shaking his head violently, growling, “MM! MM!” I was in a daze. I had been held impaled on this cock for a long time, unable to breathe, and I began to panic and reached up and tapped on his ribcage with my hands, getting faster and more frantic. “OH SHIT!” he said and quickly backed out of my throat. “Fuck, I’m sorry! You had me so worked up I forgot! You okay?” I gasped and panted heavily, feeling tears streaming down the sides of my head. I looked up at him, grabbed him and kissed him hard, deep and greedy. “Yeah, I’m okay. What a fuckin’ ride!! Goddamn, I didn’t even know I could do that!” Number two stopped fucking, but stayed in me. I looked toward him and said, “Don’t stop fucking me, you long-dicked faggot! I want you to cum up my ass like a fuckin’ firehose!” Number two slid back until just his head was inside me, then began slamming into me hard and fast like a jackhammer. Full length strokes slamming into me so hard the slaps of his body against mine reverberated through the room. I screamed, “FUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEAAAAA! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME GODDAMMIT!!!” Number two barked, “OHH FUUCK!!! Take my fuckin’ load, faggot!” I started wailing and my buddy bent over me and engulfed my dick in his mouth and I started cumming hard, filling his mouth, feeling him swallow every shot. Number two kept hammering me and I just kept shooting, screaming incoherently. My buddy stayed on my cock but somehow managed to find my mouth and shoved his cock back in it. Instead of going balls deep, he stayed shallow and began pumping my mouth full of jizz. It was thick and hot and bitter and sweet and salty and I was sucking it down like a hungry baby. Number two slammed in and stopped, breathing so hard he was heaving. My cockhead was so sensitive I started jerking and making high-pitched whines around my buddy’s cock.

My buddy stopped cumming and pulled out of my mouth and said, “Clean his cock off, faggot!” He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up so I could slide out of the sling and I went right to my knees, grabbed Number two’s cock and took it to the balls, swirling my tongue around it, cleaning and tasting his cum and my ass and my buddy’s cum. I felt a drop of cum slide out of my hole and I clamped down trying to keep every sperm inside me. When I had him cleaned off and he had softened slightly, I pulled off of him, panting, “Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn! GODDAMN!” My buddy put his hands under my arms from behind and lifted me up, turned me around, bent me over the sling and in one move buried his cock up my ass and began pounding. The sound of his body hitting my ass and the squishing of cum were the most wonderful, obscene, perverted, nasty sound, and the feel of his wet cock and my wet hole were a celebration of masculinity at it’s very finest. My buddy pulled out, squatted down and began sucking on my hole, licking, slurping, tongue-fucking, grunting, snarling. He stuck that big strong middle finger up my ass and moved it around, stirring whatever cum he found and coaxing it out, and sucked up what he brought. I reached back and grabbed his hand and pulled his finger to my mouth and sucked on it hard, swirling my tongue, tasting the mix of manjuices. My buddy stood up, pulling me up with him. He wrapped his arms around me and sank into my mouth, kissing hard and deep. “Don’t be fucking greedy, asshole,” Number two said, and grabbed my head and pulled me to his mouth, kissing me deep and hard, grinding his mustache against my lip and face. He stopped and just held me there with his tongue in my mouth and then finally broke the kiss. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. From each side of me, they wrapped me tightly in their arms, cocooning me between them. We all stood there panting. My buddy muttered into the side of my head, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, you make me wild!” We stood there in our cocoon for another moment before I moved and they loosened their grip and released me.

I took each of them by the hand and led them over to the box in the corner. “Need a break?” I asked looking back and forth between the shadowy figures who had just spent who knows how much time fucking me. Number two replied “Pfff! Hell no!” My buddy chuckled and said,” I didn’t bring you here to give you a quickie!” At that I burst out laughing and said, “THIS was a quickie? You’re as insatiable a fucker as I am!” and we all laughed. Number two grabbed my head and pressed his forehead against mine and said, “What do you want, faggot?” Without saying anything in reply, I grabbed my buddy’s hand and pulled him down at the corner of the box. I said quietly, “Lay back here with your ass at the corner of the box.” He laid back and I straddled the corner and his legs. I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, feeling it harden back to full mast. I started to squat down, holding onto his cock, finding his head with my hole and then began sliding down his pole. I looked back over my shoulder and said to Number two, “Now you,” and leaned forward into my buddy’s arms. Number two stepped forward and said, “Fuck yeah! You’re a greedy little faggot!” I looked back and said, “Damn right! If I’m about to wake up and find out this was all a wet dream, it’s gonna be the fuckin’ wettest dream ever!” My buddy said in a very serious tone, “This ain’t a dream. This is as real as it gets.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight as Number two pressed his cock against my buddy’s cock and my hole and slid balls deep. I gasped, surprised that there could still be a moment of pain as I was stretched around both of their cocks. Number two grabbed my shoulders and leaned forward onto my back and began fucking me deep. My buddy started thrusting from underneath me and my body shuddered feeling two cocks, two heads poking and stretching and sliding inside me. I was not in control of my mouth as sighs and whimpers turned into, “Oh God! Oooo! Oooh…so good! Oh. Oh. Oh. Don’t stop! So good! Oh God don’t stop! Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God…” and my words dissolved into gibberish. Number two began hammering me and then slowed down as my buddy started pounding me, and then, as he slowed down, Number two started hammering again. Back and forth they went being aggressive and then letting the other take over. “More!” I screamed. “Oh God, harder! More! Harder! Harder!” My buddy growled, “You asked for it, faggot!” and they both began pounding me as hard as they could. As minute after minute went by with these two men pounding the fuck out of me at the same time, I couldn’t believe their stamina. Hell, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t split in half from it! My buddy bellowed “OOOHHH FUCK!!” and I felt him stiffen up and begin to pulse inside me. “OH GODDAMN I’M CUMMING, FAGGOT!” roared Number two and I felt him flexing inside me. They kept hammering me and I felt cum shooting out of my ass as they continued pounding me and kept shooting in me. The feeling of the cum being splattered by the hammering of these two studs tipped me over the edge and I started screaming, “OOOHH GOD! OOOHH GOD! OH YES! YES, YES, DON’T STOP!! BREED ME! KNOCK ME UP!!” as my cum shot out between my buddy’s and my stomach. My buddy yelled, “Goddamn you cum a lot, you hot little faggot cumdump!!” and Number two grunted, “Shit, you’re clamping around both of us! Fuck that feels amazing!”

They both rammed balls deep and froze, Number two holding me in place hard by my shoulders. I was shaking almost uncontrollably and I couldn’t breathe. I was impaled on these two studs and just couldn’t breathe. Finally my body took over and I inhaled with an enormous, loud gasp, panting like I had just sprinted a quarter of a mile. Number two loosened his grip on my shoulders and I slumped forward onto my buddy. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head down into the crook between his head and his shoulder, caressing my hair. Number two slumped down on top of me, and we laid there in a pile panting. After about thirty seconds, Number two started to sit back up, but I whined, “No, please! Stay there. I want both of you to stay in me.” He laid back down on top of me and began kissing the back of my head, down my back, then back up to the side of my neck and began sucking on it again, marking me in a new place. I squeaked with ecstasy as he sucked hard on my neck, and I felt my hole involuntarily clamp down. Number two’s cock had softened enough that it made him slip out. He stood up and muttered, “Holy fuck! You’re fuckin’ unreal!”

My buddy’s cock was still hard, still deep in me, and he was caressing the back of my head. I turned my head and whispered in his ear, so softly that only he could hear it, “Please.” He turned his head toward me and quietly said, “Yeah?” I nodded my head and said, “On my back. Please.” He moved his arms down to the middle of my back and sat up with me still impaled on his still unbelievably hard cock. He moved his hands down under my ass, held me tight and stood up. He turned around, gently set me down on the box, got on his knees between my legs and scooted my head up to the opposite corner. He put my calves on his shoulders, spread his legs underneath my ass, leaned forward, kissed me and began fucking me. The sound was intoxicating and the feeling was indescribable. I reached up and pulled his head close to mine and whispered, “Mark me when you cum in me. Mark me hard!” I felt the vibrations of the long, low growl that came from within my buddy. I expected him to hammer me into the box, but instead, he started gliding in and out of me, long strokes, but gentle, slow, almost like he was making love to me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me while he undulated in and out of me, kissing me deeply but not as hard and frantic as earlier. Again, it was like he was making love to me. Kissing, gliding, kissing, gliding… Finally he grunted into my mouth, broke the kiss but kept his head by mine. He began breathing in short, staccato desperate pants and suddenly latched onto my neck, sucking and biting hard. Sucking harder and harder as I felt him pulsing inside me, giving me yet another load. Though still latched onto my neck, sucking and biting, his body started shaking and I felt the goosebumps rise up on his shoulders under my hands. With a deep exhale, he released my neck and his head collapsed next to mine. I felt him still flexing in me occasionally, until finally he deflated and his monster cock plopped out of me. He didn’t move. He just lay there, his breath slowing, just holding onto me folded in half under him. Finally, with a groan, he raised up off of me, lowered my legs and then stood up. He reached down, took my hand and pulled me up to a sitting position. “Motherfuck,” he sighed softly. Number two sat down next to me, leaned in and kissed me, and then slid down to suck a quick mark onto my neck, right below my chin, above and to the left of my Adam’s apple. He stood, pulling me up with him, and the two of them cocooned me again. My buddy asked, “You okay?” I sighed and said, “Honestly never better in my life.” Number two swatted my ass, chuckled and said, “Sticky.”

We all cracked up and began walking toward the door of the room. I said to my buddy, “This place is amazing. How did you find it?” He said, “The building belonged to my dad, and I inherited it. I rent out the other spaces but had never done anything with this space. After our first time, I knew what I wanted to do with it. By the way, he and I are the only two who have keys to the door, and he locked it when he got here.” “Wow,” I sighed. “Can we do it again next weekend? I’ll probably need to be marked again by then, and all of the cum will probably have drained out of me by then, and I’ll need refilling.” The two of them laughed loud and hard pulling me into a tight cocoon again. My buddy said, “Anytime you want. All you have to do is send me a text and I’ll be here. Or both of us, if you want.” I looked back and forth between these men who I now could tell were very handsome, made all the sexier by the fact that they were both groomed such that in public, no one would ever guess how virile, generous, and insatiable they are. “Oh, hell yeah! I’ll take you one at a time if it has to be, but anytime I can have the two of you at the same time…. whhh… yeah.” My buddy said, “There’s a shower in the locker room if you want to clean up.” I said, “Nah, I’ll shower at home. Don’t think me disgusting, but I want to drive home feeling all this wonderful wet and sticky.” We went to the locker room where I started getting dressed, and they grabbed towels as Number two went into a doorway I hadn’t noticed earlier, turned on a dim light and turned on the shower to start warming. My buddy pulled me to him and kissed me slowly and tenderly, and as Number two got back, he said, “There you go being greedy again, asshole!” He grabbed my head away from my buddy and moved in aggressively, but then melted into me with a slow kiss, snaking that unbelievable tongue deep into my mouth. When he broke the kiss, he said, “Be careful on the way home.” My buddy added, “Yeah, if you got in an accident, you’d have a hard time explaining all the cum running down your legs,” and then swatted my ass.

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