Antumbra

I woke up and realized a stranger was in the room fiddling with the TV channels.  Startled, it took me a full second to remember where I was - a downtown spa, having arrived earlier mid that afternoon to take advantage of the busy lunch time crowds.

And busy it was.

There were no rooms left, just lockers and I had to put my name down for one, as the full moon later that night promised to bring the wolf out of every red blooded homo for sure.

I started off in the common areas and got cruised by a couple of men, but my eyes had not adjusted to the darkness yet and it was too early to tell or to concede to an unknown and inviting grope in the shadows.  I let my sense of touch guide me as to who or what would open up the afternoon's delights.

I entered one of the stalls that had a clear perspex wall with a glory hole and in the half darkness saw a guy with a big dick being sucked.  Watching them stirred my own erection and I started stroking myself underneath my towel as I watched the two of them.  The top motioned for me to put my cock through the glory hole and get sucked, and as I wanted to get sucked too, I obliged.  Warm mouth from the complete stranger but a bit too much on the teeth so I pulled out and moved on to the hallways.  

There was an open door with two blondes who were clearly exhibitionists.  Stopping momentarily to watch, the top again motioned me to come in and my feet had a life of their own and I entered the room, without closing it behind me.  The first blonde was probably in his 40s, very fit and had an extremely erect 7 incher that the second blonde was going to town to.  I couldn't see the second blonde's face as his beautiful cowlick was hiding half his face but I could see that his body was even more fit and packed than the guy he was sucking, making him in his mid 30s.  And for an oral bottom, he had a huge fat 9 incher swinging between his thighs that he was stroking, even bigger than his boyfriend's!

Second blonde guy looked up at me and smiled and said "Come help me suck this."  That was all the invitation I needed and together we blew the first guy, while our lips kissed at the tip of his oral top's cock head.  He stroked my cock and I stroked his and boy was it thick and fat!  He smiled at me again and nodded downwards and I sank lower and feasted on his beautiful penis, my body almost to the floor.  

It was then that I realized there was a fourth guy in the room.  He was Hispanic in his late 20s and his eyes were fixed on my tush as he completely paid zero interest in the oral tableau in front of him.  He was completely naked too and  his 8" uncut Hispanic dick was dripping with precum as he stroked it with one hand, while the other hand cupped my ass and spanked it firmly.

If I thought I was low on the floor, I was unprepared for fourth guy's ability to go lower.  Almost lying on the floor, he started tonguing my ass which elicited a groan from me.  By now we attracted an even bigger crowd outside the open door, some fondling themselves as they watched.

Second blonde guy wanted to kiss again, so he pulled me off his perfect dick and back to the 7 incher that he was feasting on and we both continued sucking the first blonde guy.  My ass was now completely squatting on Hispanico's hungry mouth as he ate me like it was his last meal.  

It must have been too much for the first blonde guy who pulled his red dick from second blonde guy's mouth and jerked himself off to a thunderous orgasm.  He squirted a nice bit blob of spooge on second blonde guy's handsome face and all I could do is grin as I watched the latter swallow every spurt coming his way in a frenzied fellatio finale.

I was still being madly rimmed south of the border when the second blonde guy, seeing me grin at him suck cock like a piranha, suddenly grabbed my face in a hungry kiss.  Nothing prepared me for what he did.  He suddenly emptied the contents of his mouth unto mine - half semen, half spit, and then continued to alternate between kissing me and eating my face like a vampire devouring human blood.  Only it wasn't blood, it was human sperm.

Everything was all too much for me and I came jerking myself as I got rimmed.  Pretty much after I came, both the others came too, jerking themselves and our collective groans and sighs could be heard across the hallway.  I swear the crowd almost cheered and clapped.  But they didn't really - as our profligacy inspired them to commit sexual acts of their own.

A final grin and a quick nod of thanks to everyone, I disentangled myself  and thanked the two blondes, addressing the second telling him how hot it was to suck his boyfriend's cum out of his lips.

"Oh we're not boyfriends," he laughed.  "This isn't even our room," he grinned as my eyes turned into saucers.  Whose room was it and how could anyone just let complete strangers inside their room when the contents were completely on display, intact I hoped?!

Dazed I went and hit the showers, trying to avoid eye contact from anyone, as I did my rinse of shame.  I checked and saw that my room was ready for me, so I quickly went and checked in properly, and promptly laid down, closed the door and eventually nodded off to sleep.

P.S.  Yep, I missed y'all too!

Unsaintly Afternoon

"Are you alright?" asked the two pedestrians, who apparently were watching my every stagger.

"Yep, I just need to sit down for a bit," I said softly, faking a response even though my heart was racing at the speed of light.  I nodded and tried to smile for their benefit, so they can move on and leave me alone.

The sun's afternoon intensity was blinding and I tried desperately to find a shady spot, only there wasn't much of a shade because I was walking in a busy sidewalk, and the front of the houses and dense dwellings had mini-gardens and landscaped fronts.  I tried to look for a bus stop so I could sit down in peace and recuperate, but there wasn't one in sight.  I didn't need to take the bus anyway, I could see my car parked from across the road in the distance, but I was in no position to get behind the wheel right now.  My vision was still blurry and I feel like I'd black out any minute.   

Finally I saw a wooden ledge bordering some ornamental cacti and succulents and finally I sat down.   The sun was still in my face and still very strong that I had to hide it inside my hoodie scrunching down.

Too much poppers!

If I were smart enough, I'd toss the darn bottle, it was almost empty by now anyway.  But an hour ago when it started, it was new.  And like everything else in a good story, it all started with an online hello.

He was a handsome mixed race 40 yo guy, 6', 180 lbs and 10 inches cut.  Now I've never really actively sought out the hung ones, and I know I might sound hypocritical (so hold on to your sneers), but personally for me,  it's not size that really matters but the quality of one's erection.  The bigger the cock, the bigger the vessels you have to work at to fill with prime solid blood that fortifies the shaft.  And this guy did indicate that he was tired.

Ten:  I should be asleep, spent the night working

Me:  Oh ok, no probs then

Ten:  Where ru?

Me:  I'm at *bleeeep*

Ten:  Me at *bleeeep*  What do you have in mind?

Me:  Thinking of having some raunchy afternoon fun w/a top that wants to sink into warm ass, u?

Ten:  Wow, u looking to travel?

Me:  Sure for the right top & the right action :-)

Ten:  lol, I think I am the right one, 10 inches - can go long time & love to fuck

Me:  Hot!  
Me:  Map says you're just 15 mins away, but up to you if ur busy.

Ten:  Well I'm home all day and prefer to host, but I'm out of lube, do u want my number?

Me:  Sure

Me:  Need to shower & get ready, so approx an hour, is that ok?  What is your name?

Ten:  Ok call when u arrive so I can come down and unlock the gate

He never really gave out his name and I didn't actively pursue it.  I cleaned out deeply, showered and just before heading out the door, grabbed the lube and a fresh popper bottle.  It was a busy neighborhood and I had to circle it a few times before I got a parking space, then I walked the rest of the way to the address he gave me.

I buzzed the gate and from the second floor above, I saw a door open and he got out.  He was only wearing shorts and his beautiful dark skin glistened in the sun.  We exchanged nervous smiles as we climbed back to his apartment and I sat down on his couch, while he got me some water to drink.  This was one of those tense hook up moments, and I could tell that he was either tired, bored or not really into me, because he sat away from, rather than towards me, as we continued to idly talk about the weather and traffic.  The back of my mind was already planning an exit strategy in case he said the much dreaded "Thanks, but no thanks" which I was sure he was about to say because he was opening his mouth.

"So, wanna suck this and get me hard?" he showed me his soft cock by lifting the flap of his shorts.

"Sure," I said, swallowing my pride.

A soft cock.  Normally this would get me excited because I'm one of those that like to suck on a soft cock and see and feel it get hard with my tongue and mouth actions.  But somehow I could sense that he was soft because he wasn't that turned on and was just going thru the motions.  Oh what the heck?

Pulling his shorts down revealed the full soft cock as well as his hanging balls, and also his very sexy thighs.  Slowly I worked on the head with my mouth as my hands got busy fondling his testicles in what I knew would be the right way.  I swallowed the flaccid dick all the way down to his musky afternoon pubes, and I heard him hiss as he threw his head back in the couch.  Ever so slightly, he slid his body down to give me access to his groin.  And ever so slowly, I worshipped his cock with my mouth and tongue, trapping the base with my fingers and gently licking the shaft and the head.  He responded by groaning and his cock got harder and harder.

I was too focused on trying not to get booted out of his apartment and orally pleasing him that I failed to realize that I was now holding his erection with both my hands, and there was still a plenty of exposed flesh.  Taking a half step back I glanced at what was now before my eyes, a real ten inch erection.  It was beautiful as it was scary.  His cock was thick and when he got fully hard, I had to open wide just to get a few inches down past the head.  The rest of the cock had to just be stroked with my hands, as the angle was wrong and my tonsils were already starting to retch.

"Did you bring the lube?" he suddenly asked, snapping me out of my reverie.  I grabbed it from my jeans pocket and handed it up to him in response.  He stood up from his slouch and grabbed my skull as he slowly fucked my mouth, while he opened the lube bottle.  Then he bent over and fingered my exposed ass with some of the lube, while I still continued to suck him.

One L word down, one more to go.

"I didn't bring any condoms … ," I stammered.

"It's okay, they don't fit me anyway," he was now smiling.   Somehow in between the awkward gate opening scene to the gate about to be opened scene, I was now in his good books.

"On your fours, up the couch," he gently commanded.

I stood up and obeyed him, but not before grabbing the brown unopened popper bottle from my jeans, which by now was well and truly off.

He started rimming me, slowly at first, trying to gauge my cleanliness factor.  When he could smell that the coast was all clear, he really went to the wharf with his tongue.  My eyes were rolling in pleasure as his tongue felt like a lap dog.  It was warm and wide as it was wet and hungry.  He used both his hands to pry me open.  

"Stick it out," he urged.

I surrendered and obeyed, sighing inwardly.  Then I remembered the bottle in my hands, still with the protective cover, which I quickly tore off.  I took a long big whiff and the warmth embraced my upper body, as I felt a tap on my shoulder.  He wanted some, too.  So I handed him the bottle as he took a big one and then resumed licking me out like a St Bernard (not that I'd been previously been licked by one).  

We were both spinning in heaven, when I realized he stopped rimming and his cock head was now positioned just at St Peter's gates.  I went to town on the bottle, inhaling it like my life depended on it as he slowly entered me.  Not sure whether it was the poppers or the fact that a really big hard man is entering my behind, but I suddenly saw stars swirling around.  My vision blurred and I knew something was kicking in.

He requested the bottle again by a tap on the shoulder and I obliged with a sigh that caused him to enter me ever so deeper more.  "Oh my God," I finally exhaled my breath out, hesitant to say the obvious aloud.  He was way too big for my Asian canal that was just used to 8 and below.  My lower crack felt flared as he slowly sank in.  Was he still not finished sinking in?  Then maybe it was just a figment of my own imagination, but I was pretty sure I heard an internal pop in my ears as he pierced my second chamber.  I glanced back towards him and his facial expression now changed from being cocky and aloof to horny and determined.  His own pouty lips were half opened as he felt my ass contract inwards and wrap his thick shaft in a fleshy hug.

Sex done in enhanced slow motion can be doubly intense.  He slowly withdrew and every tissue in my ass felt the emptiness of his departure in fear only knowing too well that he was about to barge in again.  Halfway through the exit, he missiled down again, just as I uncapped the bottle again.  My heart was throbbing like crazy so I stopped hitting the sauce as I didn't want to pass out in a stranger's couch.  But the pain!  The crazy pain of being so beautifully and deliciously penetrated can be literally such a "pain in the ass," one has to bear!  If I were in a bad porn movie the script would simply call for me to roll my eyes and utter "Oh My God" a thousand times, over and over again.

We both knew that it would only be a matter of time before the fleshy skin traction would give way to a slippery, tunnel boring drilling for white oil.  He was pre-cumming so much that the fuck was getting slicker, making it more pleasurable for him and a little bit more bearable for me.  I was concious that his couch was made of fabric and not leather, so I had to keep my bladder in check and ignore the urge to urinate with every inward lunge he did.  I honestly lost track of time due to my haze, all I knew now was that I was well and truly gaping open and his fucks were now faster as he held my hips steady with his hands, grinding his groin deep inside my prostate.  We shared the bottle back and forth so many times, until the trembling took over and my ass had a butt orgasm, as my sperm oozed and spilled out of my hard cock.  I resisted the urge to whack myself off, preferring a slow long orgasm, while I waited for his.

I didn't have to wait very long, as my own must have relaxed my ass muscles and he was now fucking a fleshy, putty ass.  With one final withdrawal, he sank back in and with a low groan, pulsed me with all the white testicular goo he had, staying inside me for what seemed the longest time, still hard and throbbing while his libido slowly ebbed.  

I felt, rather than saw, the cold demeanor return to the room, now that we were both sexually spent, so I simply gathered my stuff and jeans and said a quick thanks slash goodbye and was out of his door in a flash.

Then I tried to walk away from his place as fast as possible, but the poppers was still in my system and combined with the fierce afternoon sun, it was causing my body temperature to overheat.  Taking lungfuls of air I tried to breathe and regulate my heart beat to normalcy.  My vision was still blurry but I knew I had to get over it and drink some water.  

So I hopped in my car and drove off, my heartbeat seemingly running every red light in the district.  Lucky my hands were steady and in control as I realized I never got round to asking him what his name was.

Heineken Daddy

He viewed my profile and I instantly recognized him.  I met him at the baths more than a few years ago now.  More than five apparently, as he would remind me later.  Way back then, he was already a late 40s hot older Daddy type, 6'1, bald headed and blue eyed with a typical stocky body that was hairy, complimented by a small beer belly and rounded off very nicely by a sexy Marlboro man type moustache. And speaking of beer, he has a very thick 7.5 cut beer can dick swinging between his legs that would always be flashed and admired in the bath showers.

The muscle men and the hot blonde twinks would follow him around at the baths making him quite popular, so I was surprised we even hooked up and exchanged numbers.  We even did some sleep overs at his place back then, but nothing really serious.  Just your normal friendly 'I'll sleep a bit after sex because I'm too tired to drive home right now' scenarios.  And I always make it a point NOT to sleep over at anyone's place.  No matter how late, I always make sure I stagger back home.

His updated picture showed him to be much older now, and the moustache gone gray.  Just a face pic to hide the ever growing stockiness of age.  But since I wasn't after muscle, I sent him an initial 'hi' and waited.  He responded back immediately with a picture of his cock (his prime feature of course) with a quirk "Top here looking to fuck, u in?  Raw or safe, your call."  So much for reminiscing!  After a few more exchanges, I gave him my address and he said he's gonna hop in the shower and be here in half an hour, which suited me fine.

When I opened the door, there was that look of recognition in both our faces, but we didn't say anything.  Libido trumps almost anything and when your pecker is thinking for you, you'd sell your grandma to get laid.  I tried to be social and offered him a glass of water, but he simply came closer and kissed me.  It was a hungry kiss as well as a horny kiss.  Without speaking it aloud, our kiss told us that we both remembered how we fucked bare many moons ago, and how it will happen again that very afternoon.

I led him to the bedroom and we both stripped off our clothes and with our naked chests against each other, continued our silent, hungry kisses.  The kiss was the same, his moustache and whiskers still bristled and his hairy beer belly still as masculine as ever.  His thick bushy untrimmed pubes nestled his half hard Heineken, and his balls were like orbs.  Everything was slightly the same, only aged better.

Except for the floppy dick!

No matter how much I stroked, fondled, caressed and eventually sucked him, old floppy was well….not coming to the box office!  It turned from semi-hard to performance anxiety bouncy.  Sigh.  Here we go again.  Why oh why do men of a certain age above 50 not recognize that they cannot rely on physiology alone?  When the time came to fuck, he couldn't even pierce past my outer ring.  So I offered him a blue pill.  At first he was shocked and protested he was okay, and it took him a few more minutes of floppy attempts to finally relent and admit that perhaps he will try it after all.

Another sigh.

So I stood up and got him one and a glass of water.  Of course I took the necessary precautions of asking him about his heart and general health, etc and then I explained to him that we now have to wait another half hour, which we spent kissing some more.

After a suitable time had passed, the pill finally took effect and the result was an impressive standing ovation.  What made it even more ominous is that his cock is cylindrical in shape rather than tapered or conical, making his cut cock head the same circumference as his shaft, a truly magnificent Daddy dick.  Like a man with a new lease in the sack, he stood up and mesmerised by his own hard old faithful, he swayed his erection in the air just to verify that it was there.  Then impatiently, he yanked me on the side of the bed in a doggy position and spat on my winkie.  Suddenly fearful of my own creation, I took a big whiff off the brown bottle which in theory should have helped, but because he was truly beer can thick, I still yelped and saw stars when he entered me.  I felt like a tiny baseball bat was inside me poking and thrusting.

Amazed at his own prowess he would jab stab his hard cock in and out and then would suddenly withdraw completely, suspending his erection in mid-air, leaving my ass lips pouting with a feeling of emptiness.  After a few seconds staring at my red insides, he would enter back inside my rear end with a growl.  My ass walls would involuntarily curl back and nurse his cock in a stunned embrace as he fucked me deeply, hitting my prostate and making me feel like I wanted to pee.  I was gasping for breath at each thrust and had to be extra careful not to spill the contents of the brown bottle because he wouldn't stop jabbing to give me enough time to sniff it. 

After pleading for one because I needed it by now, he allowed me one big whiff before he flipped me around in a missionary position and with my ankles high above his shoulders he entered me again in one single powerful thrust.  This time it felt beautiful and nice.  Daddy was certainly feeling his own power when he took my ankles with his hands, opened my legs in a V position and then with a smirk on his mustachioed lips, fucked the shit out of me.  We were both lost in the deliriously awesome skin parting bare fuck, both growling and moaning, as his big cock hit base camp, again and again and again.

After some serious hole stretching minutes, I was starting to get sore so I knew I had to do something to encourage his orgasm.  He flipped me back on my stomach and with both hands I grabbed my ass cheeks up so that he could fuck it once more.  I reached for the white 'sperm looking lube' bottle and squeezed out a generous amount, dropping it around the area of my asshole, making it appear that I had just been bred.

With a low growl, Daddy entered me again and fucked me.  I squeezed a second 'load' of sperm looking lube in readiness for when he withdrew, dropping it right smack in the center.  This time I wiped both my hands in a towel and reached behind and opened my ass check in a clear invitation to come in.  That did it for Daddy who by now was so horned up at the sight of white fluid on a red fleshy hole that all he could do is slide in and with a quick curse of "Oh fuck" started squirting and discharging real cum inside.  His whole body weight descended upon me as he continued to howl his orgasm inside.  And like a champ, I had to endure it all and take it.

After the fuck and a few mellow moments of banter, he stood up and asked if he could take a shower.  As he cleaned off his sweat, I went to the kitchen and made some much needed coffee. Refreshed he showed up dressed and kissed me thanks for a lovely afternoon.

"Look, I'm still hard," he exclaimed at his new toy.

I touched his shorts and true enough a wood was still there.

"Wow, nice!" I nodded my head in agreement.

"We could do it again," he said, coming closer to kiss and embrace me while he snaked his hands under my jeans, pulling them down.   I had barely time to react to his fingers prying my still slimy ass open, touching the wet spot he created not ten minutes ago.  To prove his strength, he slapped his again, now fully erect wood against my buttocks

"You're like a kid.  You're not really horny you know?" I offered back.

"I know but l-o-o-k at this hard on," he grinned proudly.  The penny finally dropped for him.

For him the result of taking a plunge and taking adult enhancement was new and he was relishing in its after effects.  He did try to mount me two more times (both successfully) but I did manage to shoo him out of the house, so I can have my much needed shower and rest.  Two days later, he messaged me saying he said he still had a hard tool.  I replied telling to him enjoy it with his other fuck buds while it lasted.  I am hoping he'd go visit his own doctor soon and take his new found studliness seriously.

You've got milk

*Insert Grindr incoming message sound*

Simon: Nice!

Simon:  You up for some fun 2nite?

Me: hey there, hows it going?

Simon: Pretty good - but could be better - harder!!

Me: love to feel u harden in my mouth :-)

Simon: That's exactly what I'm looking for!! GF hates oral - I fucking luv it!!

Me: slow and wet and warm mouth to swallow u to the base

Simon: Now I'm getting harder!!! when dude?

Me: whenever yr balls are full and itching to have it

Simon: That's all the fucking time!!! GF is lovely but doesn't put out enough!!

Me: yeah ive heard girls wanna be eaten but dont wanna eat

Simon: Can confirm that!!!

Me: are u after oral or anal?

Simon: Oral - 2 start but I don't mind a tight ass to fuck!

Me: im up for it if u are

Simon: Fuck Yeah!! Have a sweet set up - neighbor's house down the street that I look after while they are away! I can duck out & met you there!

Me: tonight?

Simon: Now!!

Me: ok im in *Bleeeep* and can travel if u give me enough time

Simon: I'm in *Bleeeep* so not far if that's cool!

Me: Bare Asian Spawnee *555-555-5555*

Simon: Simon *555-555-5555*

Me: text me yr address?

Simon: Come to *Bleeeep* & text me when your out the front! will have rightside gate open, come around the back & you'll find me naked & hard waiting for you on a lounge chair! Bit of a fantasy I have going!!

Me: ok wait, let me google the address

Simon: Yeah - Yellow paint shop on corner.  Only get one opportunity to get out so timing has to be right! what time will you get there?

Me: 20 mins?

Me: is yr gf home right now?

Simon: Ok Let's make it 9.45pm then! Yes she's home but we are meeting a few doors away - get's me off knowing it though!!

Me: ok i'll text u at exactly 9:45 to say im right outside

Simon: See you then!!

Me: bye now

I arrived at the address at the appointed time and indeed, found the right gate slightly ajar!  It was pitch dark and I could barely see through the driveway.  A bit of moonlight helped but not enough because of the trees screening the fence.  My heart was thumping because I didn't know whether I was about to be punk'd,  ambushed by an unsub, attacked by dobermans for trespassing on private property or indeed, about to find a 35 yo, slightly beefy 6' white male with curly blonde locks, whose fuzzy Grindr picture made him resemble a chubby Seth Rogen. 

The (dangerous) things I do for you (ungrateful and silent) readers just to amuse you, huh?

I rounded a corner and saw a backyard veranda and in that instance, the moon broke away from the night clouds and shone its light on his pale naked skin.  Approaching the naked stranger that I hoped would be Simon, I saw that he was wearing dark sunglasses!  Poker faced,  I suppressed the desire to LOL because after all I reasoned to myself:  he's bisexual, has an alleged girlfriend two houses down, and probably excused himself "to get some milk."  Although if we both play our cards right, he's the one about to part with his milk.

He was stroking his cock, which already stood at 7" cut, with his right hand, and smoking a cigarette with his left.  It was a decent size.  I approached and we exchanged the perfunctory "Sup's?"  His legs opened wider exposing his white fleshy thighs.  There was a hint of a ginger about him, which I verified after I unbuckled my belt, dropped my jeans and knelt down in front of him.  To add to the anonymous theme (even though we have seen face pics in Grindr), I popped the hoodie on and started giving him what he wanted.  A head job.

You could tell when a man doesn't get enough from his girlfriend, because the second my mouth grazed the tip of his cock with my lips, he groaned inwardly and took a puff from his cigarette.

Slowly I worked my wet mouth on the cock head and down on the fleshy shaft until I hit the hairy base.  He surprised me by gagging my hooded neck down.  Luckily, he wasn't that hung and my gag reflex is almost nil, so I was able to hold my breath and instead of fighting him choking me, continued to tongue the base of his groin and balls.  This made him groan louder, "Fuck yeah!"

With his left foot he instructed me to position myself sideways so he could cup my naked ass.  Then spitting on his fingers, he inserted one into me, testing the flesh.  When he realized that there were no surprises inside, it made his cock grow even harder.  

Clearly there was only one venue for all the blood in his body to go and that was his penis.  It was not only rock hard, it was steel hard, like a reinforced live dildo.  This made for a better experience.  Me sucking his cock, him receiving oral denied to him by his girlfriend.

"Yeah, worship my cock," he encouraged me, as I dug deeper with my mouth and tongued his masculine smelling balls.  His middle finger was way deep inside me already wriggling clockwise.

"You like my cock?" he asked.  Why oral tops talk to you and expect a reply, while your mouth is stuffed with their cock, is simply beyond me.  Once, I made the mistake of ignoring the question and was immediately rewarded with a slap on my cheek.  I grunted an "U-huuum" from the depths of my diaphragm.

"You wanna get fucked?" he asked.

I nodded, "Sure."

He stoop up from the chair and keeping the moonlight on our bodies, he examined what he was in for.  "Get in these steps and back it up on me," he instructed.  He was now firmly in the garden and if I anchored myself doggy on the first two upper balcony steps, my ass would be perfectly aligned to his erect cock.  Fortunately, I insert a few slicks of Vaseline up my crack before I left the house.

It was time for my social experiment.

"Got a rubber on?" I asked innocently, as he mounted me and sank the head in.

"Don't need one, I'm straight, dude!" he grunted as he sank deeper into my ass.  More internal LOLs that I managed to suppress, as apparently condom use was not necessary for heterosexuals.  Wait did I say heterosexual?  I meant to say bisexual.  Thankfully the debate was all in my head and he was blissfully unaware of it, already lost in pleasure of the raw fucking.

Not bad, not bad.  He was cut with a mushroom head, so he was more of a slow fucker, getting pleasure from my ass walls opening and gloving his cock head and upper shaft where most of his sensors are.

Suddenly the phone that he left on the outdoor couch vibrated with a slight buzz - a text!  We both looked at it because it cast a glow in the dark.  Even without telling me what was going on, I knew what was about to happen.  He increased the pace of his thrusts, because I knew his girlfriend was now wondering where he was.  I used all my ass muscles to help him get rid of his juices and finally with one loud grunt and one final deep stab, succeeded in milking him of his day's worth of lactospermatozoa. His cock was twitching inside my chute and I felt it all the way up my belly.  Spurt after spurt after spurt of bisexual sperm being released into my gay eggless prostate.

"Thanks bud, I needed that," he tapped me on the butt.

Up went the jeans.

Down stayed the hoodie.

And out the absent neighbor's front gate I went.

The Ass Whisperer, Part 2

This is a continuation of The Ass Whisperer Part 1 from the January archives.

My bladder felt full and I glanced at the bed side clock to check the time.  3:30 am, and we were back in the hotel room.  I gently pried away from Jules' arms around me and silently tiptoed to the bathroom to pee.  My eyes were still half closed in the half light of the hallway and I couldn't bear to turn the full lights on the bathroom, so I just sat down on the bowl, so I didn't have to aim.

Sitting down, I felt my ass - so sore but happy.  I touched it with my hands and it was still half pouting and moist.  I wasn't surprised considering all the sex we've been having.

Right after the couch coupling, our stomachs rumbled so we quickly showered and headed out to a local Italian bistro and had a nice, slow dinner.  We talked and traded anecdotes, our legs intertwined under the table cloth.  I couldn't help but notice that we stood out like a sore thumb in the establishment, because not only were we both men who were clearly more than just buddies (our darting hands and lingering glances), but you don't normally see African with Asian in a tagliatelle and vino setting.

After dinner, we strolled down the beach and I put my arms around his waist.  I could tell he was taken aback with the PDA, he was from Texas after all.  But I didn't care.  I liked Jules and felt strongly attracted to him and even though he towered over me with his 6'3 frame, he looked like an oversized baby that wanted to crawl back into his crib.  We passed straight couples who openly stared but that did not deter me as I chattered along, asking about his life in Texas.  Meandering across the little blocks of the beach side promenade we went and walked off our dinner all along getting to know one another more and more.

He couldn't help it after awhile, as he put his own hand across my shoulder and held me close in the night's ocean breeze.  We stopped our stroll and kissed and he groaned nervously in the sidewalk as his hands automatically went under my jeans and cupped my commando butt, as he pulled my smaller frame closer to his bulkier chest.  My senses came back on high alert.  Most people we passed were elderly straight couples who politely tried not to stare at us, but I was aware we could very easily encounter a juvenile gang who could easily take offence at gay interracial PDAs.

So we headed back to the parked car and I reminded him that as we were staying in a hotel, we needed to stop to get supplies of bottled water and snacks.  We bought them quickly at a local store and in a good mood hopped back into the parked car and turned the radio on.  The Pussycat Dolls' "Don't Cha" blasted out in the airwaves as I put on my seat belt.

"Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me 

Dont cha, dont cha 

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me" 

I leaned over, whispered and licked into his ears "Don't cha wish your boyfriend was raaaaaaaaw like me?"  I was dancing and it was meant as a play on the song, the words and as a joke, but I completely misread his hooded eyes in the dark confines of the car.  He was in heat again and he jumped me like a panther snarling on his prey.

It took me completely by surprise.  And as I'm being completely honest and transparent here, it alarmed me too, because half of my brain realized that this was how it must feel to be (really) attacked by a big, black man.  He lunged at me, and there was an audible snarl on his lips as he clicked and unlocked the car seat into a horizontal position in one swift movement.  Then his entire body pinned me down with his full weight.  He was kissing me hungrily, but I was also completely aware that his big muscular arms and legs were immobilizing me downwards, rendering me helpless.

"Easy tiger," I tried to calm him down. 

We were still at the supermarket grounds, and although parked towards a back wall and considering it was midnight, anyone passing by could still see what was going on inside the car.

"Jules, you're scaring me," I finally pleaded.  He was still in a half crazed frenzy and the thumping music only adding to his lust.  I gently nudged him off me and saw he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

"I'm so sorry.  Let's go back to the hotel please," he finally spoke.

I put my other hand on his thigh as I drove back to assure him everything was cool.  We madly fucked again the minute we entered our room.  His muscular biceps locked my legs onto his shoulders into place, giving his thick and hard 8" uncut cock unrestricted access to my raw Asian hole, still slightly moist from his earlier load.  He just spat on his hand and wiped me wet with his saliva and continued to moan "I'm sorry" as he pummelled me until he opened my second chamber, as if he knew he was half hurting me but couldn't stop himself.  All I could see in the dark were the whites of his eyes and the stars in my head as he allowed me one single bit hit of the popper bottle until he jackknifed his second orgasm inside my body.  "I'm sorry," was the last thing I heard on his lips as we both drifted off to sleep.

I flushed the toilet, hoping the noise would not wake him up.  And then clicking off the hallway light that we left on, I tip toed back into the bedroom.  Immediately I saw he was awake, his beautiful dark pecs peeking above the blanket.  His chest was full of dark curly hair and all I wanted to do is to crawl back into be with him and feel his chest hair scratch my back as we cuddled again.

"Didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep," I whispered.  He scooped me back into his big arms and pressed his erection into my butt in response.  I chuckled and drew the blanket upwards, but he yanked it down again.

"You seriously cannot be horny again?" I asked through the soft pillows.

"I am," his deep voice came alarmingly clear through the darkness.  "I saw your naked silhouette in the light and now I'm hard again babe."

"But you've already come twice tonight," I pleaded.  My ass was really sore and I had trouble urinating earlier because of all the earlier thumpa thumpas!

Instead of replying, he reached over the night table and passed me the brown popper bottle.  Then he went underneath the covers and grabbed my butt cheeks, sniffing at first like a wild dog and then like he hadn't eaten in months, slurped on his own juices marinading inside my hole.  The musky ass soaked with his own cum scent was making him freakier and his tongue darted in and out of my pouting butt lips.  By now my eyes had adjusted to see the sexy sight of his obscenely hard cock head peering out of his foreskin.  Even in the darkness I could see the outlines of his cock's shaft veins throbbing full of blood again.  He grabbed a pillow, put it under my tummy and continued his snatch feast.

I stopped mentally resisting and gave in to the pleasure of being rimmed.  Lost in the waves of pleasure I almost didn't hear him spitting and then mounting me.  He positioned his hard veiny uncut cock on the crack of my cheeks.

"Hit the bottle, I know you're sore," he barked.

I obeyed and after two long snorts, only then did he lunge back inside.  This time I was so open there was no resistance.  Just pure flesh upon flesh friction, we could almost hear the lube hiss.  My ass was now getting used to his girth and only when he would pierce past the inner chamber would I gasp involuntarily in delightful pain.

"That's what's up!" he kept mumbling.  "Now that's what's up!"

His whole body weight was upon mine and I felt blissfully trapped under his bucking hips.  He knew by now how to make me cum just by stabbing my prostate rapidly.  I rode the waves of intense borderline pain and pleasure until I knew I was yelping my cum out into the hotel bedsheets.

"That's what's up!" he kept coaxing my orgasm out of me.

"Holy shit," he finally yelled as he shivered his freshly manufactured dawn DNA into my body.  "Holy wow, I'm cummin again."  Exhausted we both finally came for the third time in under twenty four hours.  My ass was genuinely on fire by now and his dick was satisfied, at least for the time being.  

We spent the entire weekend in that lovely hotel, mostly indoors.  At night and in the early hours of dawn, we would alternate between fucking and lovemaking, only going out during the day to eat and to stroll the beach.  By the time we checked out, the concierge knew what was going on and she talked to us daily as if we were on our honeymoon, telling us how she'd love it if we could come back again soon.  Every time I pass by that hotel, I will always remember Jules.

Zwei

Okay, okay.  Here's a post, finally.

I know it's been a while.  Writer's block, lack of initiative to relay my sexual adventures, no comments from readers and so on.  Anyway I've been away abroad on vacation and had limited access to internet.  The action was jam packed, albeit not without its hazards.

Berlin is a city that makes San Francisco look like kindergarten.  If I thought that the action in SFO was hot, I was totally unprepared for Berlin.  This city is definitely not for the faint hearted and traversing its bars and gay scene can be a bit tricky.  And since I write from an Asian's point of view, I can certainly agree with some of the online guides to Berlin that says that door policy in this very gay of cities can be tricky or discriminating sometimes.  Yes some clubs won't let you in if you don't have "the look."

I was in the former East sector and the vibe was definitely Russian, onion shaped domes of cathedrals and dark rooms with black doors manned by huge bouncers in sunglasses.  What goes on behind those doors I haven't the faintest clue.

So my gaydar guided me to the queer part of the city where I had a drink in one of the bars.  One of them caught me by surprise because when I entered, there was a doorman who promptly informed me it was "Naked Sunday" and glancing past his shoulder I could see a sea of naked white men's bodies, all babbling German and drinking beer.  To say I had stage fright would be an understatement.  I hustled my way out and made it to another less conspicuous bar where I had a drink and tried unsuccessfully to "blend in" since I was the only Asian dude around in a sea of naked German skinhead punks.  Even though I was wearing standard jeans and olive jacket, I might as well have had the word "tourist" tattooed on my forehead.   Finishing my drink, I quickly headed out and notice an adult cinema next door.

I bravely went in and paid the entrance fee, but not before I was curiously scanned up and down by Mr. Twink Punk Pierced Nose who was the manager on duty.  I could tell that my contribution to their economy was barely tolerated.

Inside was a maze of cabins and video booths.  Since it was now close to midnight, the crowd size was normal so I found a spot beside the vending machine and let my eyes acclimatise to the smoky scene.  A few punters openly stared, again in curiosity rather than lust, and then went on their business, leaving me sitting in the corner.  I had never felt like a fish out of water more.  The men were a combination of skinhead punks and twinks, with a splattering of bears and leather men.

Bravely I ventured inside one of the video booths and realized that they were built at an angle and there were three glory holes to choose from.  Eyes peered in and then moved on.   I fixed my gaze at the video screen, slowly getting aroused.  All of a sudden a beautiful 7 uncut cock glided in and I proceeded to suck it.  It kept throbbing and pulsing with each downward stroke of my warm mouth.  Based on the texture of the skin on his thighs and the texture of pale yellow pubic hair of its owner, I could tell the guy was  in his late 20s.  I alternated between swallowing the beautiful German dick and then just staring at its flared purple red cock head.  His veins stood out in relief with each pulse of blood he would send to it in anticipation of my warm mouth engulfing him again.  I kept stroking his hairy balls and this elicited soft groans from his side of the wall.

His cock suddenly withdrew & we switched with me sticking my cock out on the glory hole and was rewarded with a warm mouth.  I could see glimmers of his face as he sucked me, and he was definitely a cute looking young German lad, average height and lean body with a full head of corn cob hair.  Lost in the wonderful feeling of being blown through a glory hole, my erection felt so hard on his heavenly mouth.  Then he stopped and I felt his hands turn me around.  He wanted to see my behind.  I let him play around with my butt cheeks which he fondled, cupped and jiggled.  Then he pulled them open and hungrily rimmed my hole with his warm tongue, making me gasp in pleasure.

After a while he got tired of rimming or perhaps excitement got the better of him, he stood up and slowly guided his cock to my wet hole.  I discreetly touched the entrance to see if he wrapped up and was rewarded with the satisfaction that he was doing it naturally raw.  Hitting the poppers I quickly went into a zone as he slowly fucked my ass through the tiny hole.   Soon his quiet whimpers became loud grunts as his fucking increased its pace.  Paying no heed to the peering eyes through the other glory holes, I braced myself for his orgasm as I felt him suddenly stood still, groaning loudly in German as he squirted his sperm into my anal receptacle.

My knees were shaking from the buckling and pommeling I took, so I slowly knelt in the floor and peered through the glory hole into the other room.  Studboi's red slit hole was staring at me like an angry uncut snake wearing his skin hoodie, sperm clearly coating the undersides.  I started to lick him clean, and he didn't push away and continued to groan as he got hoovered.

Cleaning his cock and foreskin of sperm with my tongue I studied his deeply veined cock and round balls.  They were still both excited as I fondled and swallowed, as his thrusting motions became more and more vigorous.  The kid had stamina!  His cock got slowly hard again in my mouth as I gently sucked it's length and sniffed his balls.  In no time at all, his blonde forearm reached through the glory hole and silently instructed me to present ass once again, so I dutifully complied.

My butt was still moist and wet from his earlier orgasm, so there was plenty of lubrication for both of us.  He lanced into my derriere in one swift movement and stayed there relishing the warmth of my hole.  I could feel his cock expanding and I gently squeezed him with my ass muscles, eliciting a muffled groan.  The he bucked in and out again, this time more slowly.  My butt yielded and in no time at all, it felt unified with the rock hard solid bare cock claiming passage inside.  My thighs stayed firm and my constricted pelvic muscles suddenly relaxed, making my anal muscles open, it felt like my ass was one with his cock.  He felt it too because he was cussing in German, for which I didn't need a translator, since it was in obvious ecstasy.

I slammed my ass firmly down on his erection and was rewarded by more grunts of pleasure.  He suddenly stood still and I fucked his cock with my now open wet ass, I was getting closer.  The skin on skin friction was too good and with one final hit of the popper bottle, I let the floodgates loose and yelped my own orgasm, jacking off like mad with my sperm hitting the floor.  He understood what was going on in my side of the room, as he sank in deeper and burrowed in my twitching ass.  As my spasms subsided, he gently withdrew and stabbed his raw cock head in and slowly out of my hole, making me kiss his foreskin with my puckered ass lips until he couldn't take it any longer.  With one final swift lunge he was in squirting his second load of Teutonic spooge inside my body.

"Zwei!" he said.

I peered inside the glory hole into his chamber.  In the European manner he held his thumb and his forefinger as he eye balled me through the glory hole.  

"Zwei!" he hissed again.

I spoke no German, so I had no idea what he was saying, but his fingers were like a gun shooting at me.  It sounded as if he were cursing me.  In my ignorance, I cursed back in English.  

"F#$% you too!" I ricocheted.

Then I rushed out of the room, out of the club and back out into the cold night, quickly dashing into the subway.  I was seething with puzzled anger as I walked back to my hotel.  How did such a great fuck turn bad?

The Russian looking bouncer was still in his thick overcoat, guarding the dark door behind him and even though it was now almost 5 am and still completely dark, he was still wearing his dark glasses, through which I have no doubt, he watched me stagger back into my hotel next door.

Back inside my hotel room, I logged on the internet and Googled "zwei" learning what it really meant -- "two."  Studboi was cussing me through the glory hole because I made him cum twice.  I was too sleepy to feel anything but foolish.  Completely dressed with his cum still fresh inside my hole, I fell asleep in the bed.

The Silent Consonant

The English language has words that have silent consonants.  Cupboard, mortgage, salmon, to name a few.  This is a real tale about one of those consonants.  Can you guess which letter?

Straight friends love to have parties over the weekend to celebrate their kids' birthdays.  Since I have lots of straight friends, I get to be invited as the gay uncle to most of these parties and one has to be selective when accepting.  It's a toss between driving out to the boonies and eating cotton candy with shrieking ten year olds or staying home and getting as much city dick as you can possibly want.  Of course this weekend, I chose the former :-)

True enough it was suburban boredom for me.  Rabbits in the backyard, dogs barking in the front, kids running & chasing balloons in the hallways with their faces full of chiffon cakes.  It was enough to send me into uncle purgatory and so I fired up the Grindr account just to see who else is trapped in this gay forsaken suburbia.  

I saw two really close and cute guys, both under a mile away.  One was a 32 yo redneck, the other a 45 yo skinhead Daddy.  I always like Daddies, and they always like me (well almost always) so I chose the latter and popped him a hi.  No response back.  I didn't bother with the redneck since in my experience, they do not like Asians that much.

The hostess saw me in the lounge corner by myself and thought I was bored.  She asked me what I was up to and being an openly gay friend, I told her about Grindr and its heterosexual equivalent, Blendr.  To say she was amused was an understatement.  She immediately asked me to show her which ones are gay in her neck of the woods.  After all she says, she needs to know, because there might be lurking bisexual boys around who might ensnare their teenage kids.  Bisexual readers beware; our straight friends are onto us!

Just as I was showing her the local catch of the day in G, the 32 yo redneck Johnny messaged me.

Johnny:  Hey, wats doing?

Me: Hey I'm good how are you?

Johnny:  Good

Johnny:  Horny a bit

"Oh My God," shrieked my hostess friend.  "Are you serious?  Is he really that upfront?" she enquired.  I explained that homos are indeed and we don't really need to spend hundreds of dollars wining and dining each other just to get laid.

"Daaaaad, look!  We have gay neighbors!" she called and giggled out to her husband, who happens to be my good (straight) friend from high school.

Me:  Same here

Johnny:  Where u?

Johnny:  Horny top here

Johnny:  U?

Me:  (sends him my GPS location)

Johnny:  You're just two blocks away from me!

Johnny:  (sends me his GPS location)

Johnny:  You btm or vers?

Me:  Btm

Johnny:  I'm chillin on my bed, cum over

My straight couple friends came back and ogled at the guys in G.  Funny how straights seem interested in gays that way.  They asked me what the top, btm or vers abbreviations meant and then laughed out loud at the explanation.

"No, really?  There are roles?" they both exclaimed with wide eyes.  D'oh!  Time to get cracking.  I asked to be excused from the party for half an hour max, promising to be back asap.  I swear they were more excited than I was when they waved me off their front door, begging me to be careful.

Five minutes and two blocks up later, I came upon a suburban house with a white picket fence and an open driveway.  This was the address given to me and just as I pulled out my phone to text him as I was standing in the pavement, an old battered white car drove slowly past me, the driver inside curiously glancing at me.  Fair enough, I was sticking out like a sore thumb in a suburban street.  Then the white car drove into the very driveway I was about to walk into.  Shit!  His roommate's now home I thought.  Much to my surprise, an older man with silver hair in his 60s came out of the car and he kept looking at me. 

Oh My Lawd!?  It's his father! 

I stood frozen in the driveway as the front door opened and out came 32 yo gigantic 6'4 redneck Johnny.  He was half naked except for running shorts, his chest, arms and legs full of tattoos.  He exchanged a few words with the old man who then went inside the front door and Johnny beckoned me to come to the porch.

"Was that your …. ?" I tentatively asked.

"Yeah, my Dad's home now.  Nah, it's cool.  He's knows about me."  Johnny replied.

"Are you sure about this?" I still couldn't believe this Twilight Zone Shores episode I was in.

"Yeah, yeah, come in.  Follow me," Johnny said and walked back inside.  His backside was even heavier tattooed than his chest.  Was I about to have sex with a bikie or ex-con guy, because he certainly had that look about him?  I followed him to his bedroom, just as I spied his father in the kitchen eating a sandwich.

Totally weirded out, I didn't know how to react so I sat down on the bed and so did half naked redneck Johnny.

Up close he was a handsome guy with shaved Mohawk hair and intensely blue eyes that were kinda spaced out.  Either he was as nervous as I was or he was stoned, or both, I really couldn't tell.

"Suck me," he pulled down his yellow running shorts down, revealing a 5" inch soft cut cock sitting on top of a completely shaved crotch.  His balls were pink and so grooved and smooth; he must have just shaved out of the shower.  It was then that I realized his entire body was shaved - his arms, legs, chest and groin areas.  He was like a big naked football quarterback baby.

I did as I was told and pretty soon he was sighing loudly as his 7" erection now stood at full mast.  My other hand was fondling his shaved balls and he kept his legs open exposing his beautiful chunky sexy thighs.

As we both could hear his father moving around the kitchen, we couldn't make much sounds of our own and the most he could do was to fondle my head and push his hard cock into my throat and me down into his thighs, as he sighed deeply in silent pleasure.

I took off my clothes and he greedily sucked on my hairy, unshaved cock.  He was good at it and I closed my eyes and tried focusing on his warm mouth rather than the sounds of TV channels being changed in the lounge room outside.

Johnny then pulled me down and he kissed me hungrily as his other hand snaked towards my butt and fingered my hole.  He spat on his fingers and then wet my hole with his saliva. I could not believe he intended to fuck me with his father just a wall behind us?!

He laid me spread-eagled face down on his bed and got in between my cheeks and ate my ass quietly.  It felt so good but I could not give him any verbal feedback, as I had to be as quiet as a mouse.  Then Johnny mounted me.

We didn't discuss rubbers while texting and it was clear he wasn't wearing one, since I didn't hear any rustling of a condom packet being torn open.  With one swift lunge he buried his now hard 7" incher inside my hole and I so wanted to gasp, but bit my arm instead.  Quietly he fucked me in long strokes.  Since both of our hearing senses were in pause, I couldn't know if he liked what he was doing.

Then he got off me and sat on the bed again with his back to the pillows and headboard.  Grabbing his towel, he wiped his cock and motioned to be sucked again, which I complied.

I slowly deep throated him and sunk down to the very base of his balls and this time he gasped audibly!  He was letting go of his guard.  His father was watching ESPN outside and we both wished he wouldn't hear us.

I could tell Johnny was close because his piss slit was getting salty so I chewed on his nipples and started to stroke him up and down.  His cock was now completely rock hard and totally wet with my saliva and glistening red at the tip with blood, just minutes away from exploding.

"I'm about to come," he audibly half gasped.

I dove to his cock and swallowed his cock head while my hand was still stroking his shaft up and down.

"I'm coming," he repeated, trying to warn me again, mentally asking me whether to avoid his semen or to swallow it.

"I'll swallow it if you moan for me," I whispered to him.

"Ooooooh My Goooooood," he moaned and sighed, half aloud.

"Louder!" I whispered as I went up for air and then slammed my throat down to the base.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh," he let loose and his cum volleyed down my throat. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh," he kept spasming as he pushed my head down, as my left finger found his butt hole and massaged it.  I could feel it twitch with every spooge spurt.  His giant football thighs and legs were thrashing up and down in orgasmic glee in the bed as he sadistically choked my head down to his crotch, making me engulf his cock.

His moans were not muffled anymore and I had no doubt that they were louder than the football game on TV his father was watching just outside.

I swallowed his salty cum to avoid choking.  Redneck spunk never tasted so delicious as we both got dressed; me in my street clothes, him in just his running shorts, his still half hard cock making an obvious tent as he showed me to the door.  His father barely looked up from the TV and just nodded to me as I waved goodbye (to Johnny).

Not for me to judge but in that suburban household, one divorced father is a silent spectator to his tattooed redneck son's sexual escapades.

The Ass Whisperer

A few days ago, I received a cryptic email from a stranger from Texas.  He advised me that we had a common friend who passed away due to an accident, and he found my details in a box that Jules left behind.

I had an affair with Jules.  A real one.  Not just an internet hook up, although it began that way and progressed into chatting, then lots of phone calls that lasted late into the night, until we finally met in person.  He wanted me to come to Texas but I had a million excuses not to, so he surprised me by announcing he booked a romantic weekend at the Hotel Oceana on Santa Monica.  How can I say no to that, right?

We've exchanged pics via email but I was not prepared for Jules when I finally met him in the flesh.  First of all he is African American.  Well, Jamaican to be exact.  He stood tall at 6'3, had a shiny, shaved head and a sexy thick goatee that framed his beautiful thick lips that were smiling at me when he finally saw me waiting for him at the hotel lobby.  He had a kind face though, reminding me of the singer, James Ingram.

I knew I had this stunned look in my face, because of his overall physical presence that was simply overwhelming!  He was so tall and so big, he almost looked scary.  If not for his kind face, I would have genuinely been scared of meeting him at night in a dark street!  His chest was huge and his biceps were serious bricks giving him the overall look of a muscular nightclub bouncer.  Nothing prepared me for this, certainly not the camera phone pics we swapped via email.

We exchanged pleasantries as we made our way to the garden room suite he booked for us.  It was on the ground floor and there was a nice big pool in the middle, littered with lounge chairs and tables.  It was around 6:30 pm so not a person was in sight, as they were all probably having dinner.

Inside the room, he sat down on the couch and beckoned to me and said, "Come over and give me a proper welcome kiss."

He smelled of sweat and aftershave and his breath tasted of airline food, but I didn't mind as with most black men, his lips were lusciously swollen, he swallowed half my entire face in a big wet, passionate kiss.

We parted momentarily to undress, and just in our underwear, I admired his thick, dark curly hair all over his chest, forearms and legs.  He wasn't coal black, but had a reddish almost maroon tint to his beautiful black skin.  We made out in the couch for a long time, until I felt him tug at my boxers and cupped my fleshy cheeks.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, and finally here we are," his eyes were hooded with lust, as he jiggle bounced my butt with his hands.  Then he expertly turned me around, dove and gave me the most intense rim job, eating me like I was a ripe watermelon.  His goatee was grazing my cheeks, and his long, wet tongue making me shiver with delight each time they would lap at my puckered hole.

I crooked an upside down glance at him and saw for the first time his massive 8" uncut Jamaican cock framed by huge soccer sized shaved balls; his thick brillo pad pubes oiled by his sweat.  All I could think of was "Shit!"

Then he finally mounted me from behind doggy style and exposed his glistening cock head from his foreskin and lined it up with my buttrose.

"No lube.  I promise to stop if it hurts.  But I want you to take the pain and remember the pleasure of our first meeting, okay?" he said as he put a cushion underneath my stomach, and pulled my pelvis upwards until my hole lined up with his cock.

He sank into me slowly, just the head at first and since we were  fucking unprotected, I could feel his foreskin peel backwards as he entered me inch by inch.  I bit my own forearm to stop me from screaming.  He entered me a bit more and my outer ring popped open and the searing pains made my head spin.  I swallowed some air and manned up to his entry.  Eventually the pain settled and my ass started enjoying the fleshy lodging.

He was a faucet pre-cummer and his cock felt slick as he started to drill in long deeply inward strokes and reversed slowly outwards.  He had a deep guttural moan only black men could utter and I looked back wondering what was causing him to moan like that.  I saw him staring at himself fucking me.

"Tell me what it looks like," I ordered him through gritted teeth.

"Your brown ass is so wet with my pre-cum.  It's so tanned with your speedo line, and your hole is now starting to get swollen," he half moaned.

"More!" I asked.  He took it as invitation to describe the fucking.

 "Oh look at it, it looks hungry now.  It's a fucking hungry brown ass with a winky red wound, swallowing my big black boner," he half talked.

"Moooore," I pleaded.  

"Man, my big fat uncut dick is shiny with your ass juice, slowly disappearing inside your wet pussyhole.  I'm pulling out and your ass lips look like they don't wanna let me go.  They're clinging to my foreskin as I pull back," he continued describing and staring down at himself.

"Enter me again, please?"  I moaned, offering my ass upwards.

"Can you feel me jabbing your insides?" he asked sharply dicking me deeply.

"Oh God yes," I winced in painful pleasure.  He pierced past my prostate almost knocking against my womb.  "Do that again, please?" I pleaded.

"I'm not gonna last baby, this asspussy feels too good on my dick," he moaned.

I reached down and cupped his balls to confirm this.  They shrunk in size and were clenched in tight grooves, preparing to propel their contents out.  I reached down further, caressing his frenulum with my right hand making my way to his hairy hole, fondling it and coaxing him to release his spooge.

He leaned forward and pulled my head backwards so he could kiss me as he kept humping my smooth, wet gash.  His hairy muscular chest and big arms wrapped my smooth lean Asian body in a big bear hug as he went into a frenzied jabbing.  Flesh against flesh.  There was no going back.  It was skin against skin in a dagger and wound fight.

Our mutual moans and screams echoed across the room.  He was spurting his baby batter inside me with his naked black cock, coating my ass walls with his sticky spawners.

Waves of pleasure rippled through his body, which made me shiver.  We stayed in that doggy position in the couch for a long time, gasping for air.  I breathed deeply and kept my ass pouted open as I continued to receive his discharge.

"Blinds please!" a sharp knock on the window brought us back to reality.

We froze still joined in the groins and glanced at the French glass doors and saw the disappearing flash of a housekeeping maid's uniform.

In our excitement at our initial meeting, we completely forgot to close the louver blinds on the French doors & windows.

The dinner crowd had returned back to the hotel and couples were now having nightcaps by the pool.  There were at least four people sitting in lounges right outside our room, with their backs politely turned towards us, enjoying their cocktails, seemingly oblivious to our tales of cock!

"Oh shoot!" we both laughed and jumped out of the couch, realizing we had just given a live gay sex show to a straight audience!