On a frustrating buisiness trip a straight man has a few too many and has an unexpected encounter after visiting and adult video store
It had been a rough few weeks. I had been traveling non-stop and arrived at the airport for a convention and business meetings filling the whole week. My flight arrived on Saturday afternoon ahead of a Sunday evening dinner and convention starting Monday. It was a new town for me and, I thought, I might do some sightseeing Saturday afternoon and Sunday Morning.
Unfortunately, my suitcase had not arrived. The airline seemed at a complete loss as to where it might be. So, I took my briefcase with my laptop, with only the jeans and polo shirt I was wearing and headed for the hotel, with a promise they would call me when they found my bag.
I checked in and headed to the hotel. It was 2:20PM and the bar was open. I did not want to leave the hotel until I had my bags in hand, in case I needed to buy clothes and sundries, so I decided happy hour it is.
The young lady behind the bar was African American dressed in a black blazer and white blouse with low cut top. Her blazer was form fitting and stopped at the waist, revealing black skin-tight pants, almost yoga pants but slightly more substantial material. As I waited to order my first bourbon, I could not stop staring at her perfect round ass. She was not fat, but very fit with thick but shapely thighs and some great legs.
"Good afternoon, I'm Latrice, how may I serve you today?" she asked in a pleasant voice with a great smile. She could not have been older than 25. (half my age).
I thought, wow I could think of a few ways she could serve me. Then I thought snap out of it old white guy! Not a chance.
"Double Bourbon neat please," I said smiling.
"Coming right up," she said, meeting my gaze and smiling. she had well-kept dreadlocks that went halfway down her back pointing to that gorgeous ass.
Her skin was a flawless ebony shade, with full dark lips. I imagined how they would feel pressed against mine kissing and caressing her full firm ass. As she turned to make my drink, I locked onto her ass with my eyes. I saw the gap of light between her thighs just below her perfect bulging ass. My cock was stiff as I pictured caressing that ass and sliding my finders in that gap, feeling the heat from her sweet pussy...
"Gawk much?" said a voice from my right side. It was an older waitress bringing in a drink order.
She smiled but it did not hide the look of disgust in her eyes. She looked at my ring finger and not seeing a wedding ring she seemed to ease up slightly.
The bartender sat my drink in front of me and flashed that smile, "Here you go, would you like to run a tab or charge it to your room?"
I handed her my credit card. "I'll run a tab, it's been a long week," I said smiling, lost in her bright brown eyes.
She looked at the card, "Ok, thank you Mr... Franklin. Hopefully it will get better from here."
As she turned toward the waitress, I saw the profile of her ass, "It already is, I assure you."
The waitress gave me a glance as I downed the bourbon. Latrice brought her the order, and she walked off.
There were not many at the bar, so Latrice was able to give me extra attention. Without asking she brought me another.
"Same thing or was I too presumptuous?" she asked staring into my eyes smiling sexily.
My boner continued. "That's perfect, you can read a customer well", I said tipping my class like a toast.
"It's a gift," she said leaning onto the bar.
My eyes locked on the silky skin peeking through the blouse, curving around her firm young 36's.
"Tell me about your day," she said looking into my eyes drawing me into the depth of those sparkling brown eyes.
I told her about my airline debacle, and the rough few weeks, making sure to add that I am divorced in the hopes that there was a real attraction on her part as well.
I was 49 and in good shape. I run and lift weights at least 3 times every week. I'm 5' 9" and 175lbs. She looked to be 5'6" and 135-145Lbs in very good shape.
"I envy you getting to travel and see so many places," she said moving close enough I could feel her breath and notice a touch of mint.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be," I said smiling and looking at my phone. 4:30 and no text from the Airline. "Damned airline, still nothing."
"Well, you're lucky there's a Mall across the street in case you need to buy some clothes. If you walk, make sure you go left to the mall, if you go right, it's adult central, and probably not a good place to walk around, particularly after dark," she said raising her eyebrows in a sexy sort of way.
Everything she did seemed sexy to me. A beautiful young vibrant woman flirting with me...my mind and heart rate, raced.
Other than the cranky waitress I had her all to myself and totally lost track of the number of drinks I had. A young black man sat next to me and ordered a beer.
As she turned around, I stared at her ass and said softly shaking my head, "Damn."
"Cute ain't she?" he asked smiling.
"Hot!" I whispered. "I would blow my wad in second!"
"That's my fuckin' sister, asshole!", he whispered angrily. Trying not to let her hear.
"Shit man I am sorry," I whispered, red-faced. "Been a bad day and I have had a few...I meant no disrespect..."
"You might want to move on," he said glaring.
"Check please Latrice," I said hastily. "I guess I'm going shopping."
She brought me the bill, and I had 6 double bourbons in 2 hours! The bill was over $100.
Making a hasty retreat, I walked outside into the summer heat. The mall was huge off to the left. I glanced back to the right to see an adult video store. (Of course, every city near the airport, has bookstores and strip clubs).
Still dealing with my hard-on issue, I decided to peek in the video arcade, to see about relieving a little testicular pressure. I walked in and saw the video arcade in the back. As I started to enter the door the young man on duty, pointed out I needed to buy $10 minimum tokens. It had been years since I did one of these. I was surprised they were still on the old token system.
I got the tokens and went in. It was pretty clean. There were 4 rows of booths and the first 2 were scattered with the usual pervs looking for a dick to suck. So, I wandered to the last row, and it was empty. I quietly walked down to the last booth looking for some privacy to do my deed.
I was disappointed to find there were no doors on the booths, just a
180-degree maze before reaching the screen. Not wanting to waste 10 bucks, stumbling drunk and horny, I decided to put in some tokens and hopefully spank the monkey before any trollers got brave enough to peek in. I pulled out my cell phone to mute it and a couple business cards dropped out of the holder on the back of my phone. They hit the floor, and I was not picking them up off that sticky mess.
I sat my tokens in a stack on a small ledge in front of the screen and dropped in a couple. After a slight delay the screen kicked on and the movie blared at full volume as a drill sergeant was drilling a private in the ass...
"...like that in your ass, don't you, private faggot!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Yes Sargent!" screamed the private, as I pushed the down volume button to no avail. "Fuck my a...".
I changed the channel quickly, and a dude in a suit was tongue fucking a biker dude's ass as he bent over his Harley.
"Tongue that ass pretty boy..." flipping channels again with volume even louder.
A jock sucking another in a locker room, "Oh yeah that feels so good."
I flipped four more times and finally got to some lesbians, "...my pussy! Oh yeah, lick my clit you little slut!"
Too embarrassed to think about relieving myself now and the volume stuck on high, I let the time expire on the lesbians. I left $9 in tokens and got the hell out.
As I walked down the aisle there was now a young, tattooed freak in a tee shirt and shorts with a bulge in his pant leg. He was touching himself gently and leaning against the wall with his knee bent and foot on the wall.
His knee blocked me, so I put my back to the row of booths and squeezed by him trying not to touch him or encourage him in any way.
"Excuse me," I said trying not to look at his tent as I went by. It was scary for a skinny guy of average height to see the amount of fabric that was pushing out in the leg of his shorts.
As I squeezed by him, I bumped into a heavy guy breathing like Darth Vader and Sweating like a boxer in the 12th. I rolled around him and B-lined for the exit.
I walked quickly toward the mall looking back to make sure I was not followed.
Fuck! my cell phone, I reached into my left front pocket. Thank God it was there. Made it out safe. I continued toward the mall checking to verify no new texts.
I dropped into the hotel to make sure I did not have any messages at the desk. There were none. I scanned the bar and did not see Latrice's brother, so I walked in and sat at the bar. Only one other guy was there, so I sat at the opposite end of the Bar.
"Hello Mr. Franklin, welcome back. Another Double neat?" she asked smiling.
Lack of judgment prevailed, and I said, "Sure! I wanted to apologize if I was inappropriate earlier..."
"What do you mean?" She asked genuinely confused.
"Well, I obviously had a few and you are a beautiful young lady, and I just hope I did not gawk too much or offend you in any way," I said pathetically.
"Thanks for the compliment but you did nothing wrong. What made you think so?" she asked looking into my eyes.
"Well, I think I might have ticked off your brother earlier."
"I don't have a brother, only 2 sisters, you mean the black guy that was here earlier?" she asked confused.
"Yeah, he said he was your brother and did not like the way I was looking at you." I said, shaking my head.
"Well Mr. Franklin..."
"Call me Charlie," I interrupted (and slurred)
"Charlie, sometimes, black men get protective of black women. It's a culture thing. I never even met that man before. You're fine. Sometimes a lady likes to be noticed, and you have been a perfect gentleman from what I've seen. No worries," she smiled and winked, and I was falling in love...
"Thanks for the drink," I said slamming the glass on the bar a little too hard. "But I really do need to go shopping now. Still nothing from the airline."
"I wondered how you made it back so quickly, you really missed me, huh," she said blinking her eyes flirtatiously. "Charge to your room?"
"Sure," I said staring at her firm ass as she turned.
My text bell chimed. I opened it and read...
THANKS FOR THE TOKENS HORNDOG
That blew my mind. Who the hell...then it occurred to me, I dropped my business card in the video arcade! I deleted the text and signed my bill.
"Thanks Latrice, I will see you later!" I said thinking about my hands on her naked ass and feeling her lips on mine.
I walked to the mall. I was thankful the convention was business casual, so I did not need a suit and could get by without a sport coat. I went into Macy's.
There was a gorgeous milf pushing a stroller with some skintight bright flowered yoga pants. I walked behind her for a few moments feeling the stirring in my cock again. Damn I wanted to touch that ass. Not a wrinkle to be seen!
Even in my intoxicated state, I knew I was looking like one of the pervs at the bookstore, trolling through the kids clothing section following yoga pants, so I broke toward the men's clothing section.
I came across another milf and her teen age daughter, both wearing skintight matching jean shorts. My thoughts wondered to a twisted mother daughter fantasy as their asses tried to burst free from their tight shorts. I stopped and admired, pretending to shop. Milf and her mini me, got my cock at attention again.
I shifted my cock in my pants to hide my boner, only to notice an older lady looking at me suspiciously. I tried to turn away and move on but nearly fell over as the bourbon was working hard on me. (No pun intended).
When I made it to the men's department, I began looking for some clothes to last me the week. Suddenly a voice from behind asked, "Can I help you find anything?"
I turned to see a beautiful young lady in a purple flowered dress. She had jet black hair that disappeared behind her shoulders and ample breasts that were well exposed by a dress that crossed in the front in a low v. The dress gave a clear view into the crevasse between her breasts. My mind immediately went to pulling the dress open, revealing her full firm boobs, and tonguing her nipples that were protruding in the tight dress.
I began to sway and stagger a bit from the bourbon as I pulled myself together. I noticed her name tag said "Betsy". I thought, 'Betsy is not a name that came to mind...Bambi or Ginger, but not Betsy.'
I told her my story, and she proceeded to help. As she turned to take me to some dress pants options, the form fitting dress revealed the subtle curve of her back leading to her beautifully smooth pear-shaped ass. I focused on it and followed her, watching it gently sway and flex with each step.
My cock throbbing in my pants combined with the alcohol made my head spin. I was in a trance as I followed that ass. Her shimmering black hair hung straight ending in the middle of her curved lower back.
She arrived at the rack she was looking for and turned around, her deep brown eyes penetrated me as her perfume entranced me further. I could barely stand as she pulled the tape from over her shoulder.
"Mind if I measure you Mr...?" She asked, waiting.
I was lost in her eyes and shook my head, "Franklin!" I blurted.
"Mr. Franklin," she said stepping in and reaching around me to pull the tape around.
I swayed slightly forward in my drunken state, barely making contact chest to chest. "So sorry, you can probably tell I came from happy hour at the Hyatt across the street..."
"Quite alright Mr. Franklin, I know you've had a trying day", she said humoring me.
Her hands gently caressed my back as she brought the tape together just above my throbbing dick.
"34-inch waist, sound right?" she asked looking in my eyes.
"Yes," I said dreamily.
"Now the inseam" she said kneeling down giving me a great view between her satin breasts.
I swayed nearly falling over as she pressed gently against my inner thigh. I worried my pre-cum would soak through my pants and she looked up at me with a sexy smile. (I thought, "Is that a salami in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?")
"How does 32 length sound?" she smiled.
"I wish!" I said laughing, before I could think.
She blushed and stood back up.
She began to show me a plethora of clothing options, maintaining her professional demeanor, regardless of my drunken horniness. She was a master and had me loaded with $1000+ worth of items to try on, before pointing me to a dressing room and helping me load in all the items.
As I entered, she left to help another gentleman. Maybe he really was a gentleman, not a horny old man, old enough to be her father, like me.
The mirror was mostly covered by clothes hanging on the top of the walls that were about 8 ft. tall. I took off my pants and shirt exposing my hard-on covered in my tighty whiteys. I turned toward the corner away from the mirror and door and pulled out my dick.
I began to stroke myself thinking of Betsy and Latrice, when I heard a person clearing their throat behind me! I spun around in shock trying to pull up my underwear but missed, with my heart beating 1000 bpm.
There was a young thug with his finger to his lips. I was pressed with my back against the wall panicked. Thank God for the wall or I would have fallen from the booze.
He whispered, "Well hello Horndog," as he gripped my cock.
I tried to pull back, but the wall held me in place, I slid to my left but hit the corner.
"Relax," he whispered stroking my cock with his warm hand.
I trembled in fear and pleasure. My dick had been frustrated all day, and a warm touch had me on the verge.
"Don't make a sound, if we have to run out of here, who are they going to believe, the drunk horny old letch or the young victim of his abuse," he said smiling and stroking. "Feels like you're on board anyway..."
It was the tattooed freak from the video arcade. He wore baggy jean shorts and an Abercrombie T with sandals. There were tattoos, over most of his upper body. He was average height and skinny with a larger proportioned upper body. Apparently bench presses were his only weight training. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes.
"I knew you were a horndog the moment I saw you come into the arcade. You just need a little training," he said wiggling his thumb on my cock tip.
I closed my eyes from pleasure at first but then to try to change my train of thought to prevent coming in his hand.
"Please," I whispered. "I did nothing to you. Please leave me alone. I am not a fag, and you need to get the hell out of here!"
I did my best to scowl and look angry and be quiet all at the same time. He did not release his grip and just licked his lips trying to look sexy but just being obnoxious. I was frozen in fear of being caught, even though I did nothing wrong. Almost completely naked and with an early 20's street kid. The police would have a field day...
"Listen Horndog...That's your name from now on, by the way," he said smirking. "I know the type...you get worked up, you get horny, you will fuck or suck anything..."
"No fucking way," I whispered. "I am not doing anything!" (Was I just pumping my hips?)
"How's it coming Mr. Franklin?" yelled Betsy. "Are things fitting, OK?"
"Y, yes...there's a lot to try on." I said, voice cracking.
"Ok, I'll be in shoes for a little while if you need me," she said, voice trailing off as she walked.
My heart was thumping again, as I turned my attention turned back to the hand I was now fucking...I gasped and stopped my hip action.
He increased his grip and squeezed my cock from the base milking it as he moved toward the tip and began wiggling his thumb again. I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Please," I said desperately
"Please what?" he said, scooping the pre-cum off my tip with his left pointer finger.
"Don't..." I sighed, trying to keep some bit of control.
"OMG!" he whispered excitedly, really starting to jerk me off. "How cliché...you are not going to say, don't stop, don't stop are you? (He hesitated and brought his finger to my mouth) ...Open," he said slipping his finger between my lips.
I squealed softly on the verge of coming in this little punk's hand, when suddenly he let go of my dick, sliding his finger in my mouth, I was sucking my own cum off his finger. What the fuck was I doing?
My dick convulsed standing at attention, almost ready to blow. I looked at him confused and desperately, trying to catch my breath. The alcohol had me staggered and my dick wanted relief. The pre-cum was creamy and sweeter than I would have imagined.
"Do you want me to continue Horndog?" he asked sternly
I wanted to say no, but my cock wanted relief..."Please make me cum..." I whispered in a drunken slur.
"Take off your underwear," he whispered, gripping my shoulders with his hand. (I thought he was helping to hold me up).
I leaned forward into him and shoved my underwear past my knees. I wiggled them off, kicking them against the wall. I caught a glimpse of my throbbing boner waving in the air through a small part of the mirror.
"I think the horndog needs a bone first, don't you?" he said pushing me to my knees.
I was thankful the dressing room walls, at least went to the floor, so no one could see what was happening. As I hit the floor with my knees, I lost balance leaning face first into his stiff boner, it was huge and hard as concrete, feeling it through his jean shorts. I tried to stand up and he shoved me back down.
He whispered sternly," If you want to cum, stay down and take off my shorts Horndog."
I looked up at him pathetically.
"Do you want to cum? (I nodded). Then you need to earn it...take them off now Horndog. You better hurry before your little vixen comes back," he said calmly, somehow putting me at ease a little.
He crossed his arms over his chest holding his wallet and phone in one hand. He was apparently making sure I did not rob him, while taking off his pants.
I felt like I was watching myself from above as I unbuttoned, unzipped and took down his shorts. His cock was bursting out of his briefs by almost 3 inches. It was at least 10 inches and thick. It put my 7 inches, on a good day, to shame. His head was purple and stretched, glistening from pre-cum.
"Now the underwear Horndog. You're gonna wanna see the whole thing," he said smirking
(I did want to see it...heaven help me, I did) My knees were already hurting, I grabbed my pants and put them under me, apparently fully committed. He stepped in practically touching my face.
I gripped his waist band on either side of his massive oozing cock and slid them down feeing his heat radiating from it. As the underwear cleared his shaft, it fell forward thumping me on the forehead with its formidable weight. I pushed them down as far as I could, leaning back trying not to touch it again with my head.
I got them past his knees but could not reach further without bending in. He stepped out, leaning in as I retreated as far as the wall would allow.
"Kiss it Horndog," he commanded.
Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed the base of his shaft, feeling his heat on my lips and his soft warm balls on my chin. I surrendered, gripping his firm hot buns, I pulled him against my lips. I slid my pressed lips up his shaft halfway and then back down. His warm sweaty, cock tasted sweet and salty as my tongue needed to taste more. It was like satin and hot granite all in one.
"Oh yeah Horndog," He whispered rocking his hips, pushing his steaming dick up and down on my tongue. "Lick my fucking meat."
I was panting like a dog and took a deep breath though my nose taking in his sweaty manly scent, causing my balls to come alive and my cock to throb in slow pulsing waves like a dry orgasm.
I slid down and licked his sweaty balls, loving the salt and the soft wrinkled skin as my tongue covered every inch. I was moaning and panting trying to taste all of him.
He gripped my head and took a step back, "Easy Horndog," he leaned in and whispered. "You're too loud...This is your first cock, isn't it?"
I nodded studying the hard tool in front of me. The head looked stretched like a balloon ready to pop with pre-cum oozing from the tip. The rim was pronounced and thick, with a slightly arched smooth shaft, and small veins visible on the surface. It was as big around as a can of edge shaving cream. I thought...the perfect diameter for my mouth.
"Listen Horndog," he said pointing his dick at my mouth. "You need to contain yourself. Now do you want to suck my cock?"
He had my hair in his hand holding me back, as I nodded and tried to take it. He leaned back down to whisper.
"Are you going to keep quiet? (I nodded). Do you want me to cum in your mouth? (I nodded). Ok, I need to hear you ask nicely and quietly," he said turning his ear toward me.
I whispered trying to contain myself, "Pleash let me shuck your big dick till you cum in my Mouf" I slurred from way too many drinks.
"Excellent," he said pushing it in.
I stuck out my tongue as his hot hard cock slid across my drooling tongue, spreading his heavenly sweet juice over my taste buds. My cock was electrified as my lips closed on his stiff shaft sliding him in, deeper. My tongue curled around his rod.
He leaned in and sighed, "Oh fuck that is so good newbie. You need to breathe slowly and steadily and relax your throat. The good news is I haven't cum in three weeks, so this should be quick. So glad I saved the tokens you left instead of spanking this beast. Close your eyes, relax and you can take it all."
He pressed his thick head into my throat causing a slight panic as he gripped the back of my head with his free hand. But I suppressed the choke reflex, and it got easier as I got used to his rhythm.
"There you go Horndog, you've got it now. It won't be long," he said as he released my head and began to pump his hips. I bobbed my head, wanting to see if I could get all of him in my mouth.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see him gazing at me with a great fuck face. "You're so fucking good at this, you really are a natural...You love my dick in your mouth, don't you? (I nodded, moaned, and he gave me the shush finger again). Close your eyes and enjoy...I'm gonna cum," He whispered apparently in complete control of himself.
I closed my eyes and took him as deep as I could, still not feeling his pubes when I had him to the max.
He gave a muted grunt and his body spasmed as a gush of hot cum flooded my mouth. My balls tingled as the bittersweet cream hit my taste buds. I whimper onto his cock and tightened my lips to hold it in. I have never felt anything like this before. A wave passed through my body as his hot load burst in a second surge.
I could feel his weight shift as his upper body leaned back, and his pelvis and legs convulsed like he was electrocuted. I wanted to shout out for him as he fought, not to make noise.
I tried to hold my suction on this sweet rod as the cum flooded my mouth, but some leaked down my chin. The slurping sound as I fucked his dick with my mouth was getting louder.
The third wave lessened as I began to win the battle and swallow it all. His pace slowed down and he leaned in again.
"In-fucking-credible Horndog," he whispered pumping me slowly. "Are you ready to cum? (I nodded sucking his cum). Good, but there is only one hope of you keeping quiet, so I want you to take both hands and jack yourself off with my dick in your mouth, ok? (I nodded gripping my pulsing cock with my right hand). Good, now I want you to catch it in your left, so you can eat your own cum for me, ok?" (I nodded).
I gripped my cock and smeared my oozing pre-cum all over it stroking firmly, my balls contracted almost immediately.
"MMUMPH! MMUMPH! MMUMPH! MMUMPH!" I moaned into his cock as I shot a full steaming load into my left palm, with no hope of containing it all. My body shook as I sucked hard on his still solid cock. I drained my dick into my left hand, and I could feel it oozing over the sides as I tried to use my hand like a saucer.
Leaning down he whispered, "Holy shit Horndog what stamina, you lasted what two strokes? You needed that, obviously. We need to get out of here before your girlfriend gets back. Are you going to want to suck my dick again? (I sucked him harder as I nodded). Good, I want you to eat your cum for me, ok?" he asked pulling out. "Do you want to eat it for me?"
"Yes" I sighed quietly.
He looked down at me, smiled and lipped, "Ok eat up,"
I closed my eyes and lapped it up, sucking it in and swallowing what I could and then licked my hand and fingers clean.
He whispered, "Nice job"
When I finished, I looked back up. He had put his clothes back on and looked remarkably put together.
He bent down, "Don't move until I am gone. I will text you later to set up round 2. You have done great so far. I look forward to the next time."
He cracked the door and peaked out, hesitated and then slipped out.
There I was, naked on my knees drunk and dazed. I looked around, found my clothes and took a seat on the bench to try to get them on. Unfortunately, my pants were on the floor and my overflow cum dripped on them. With no other Ideas I stuck them in my mouth and sucked the cum from 3 different spots. Only my underwear on, over my half hard dick, I was startled again.
"Are you still in there Mr. Franklin?" she asked concerned.
"Yes, they all fit perfectly so far and I think I will take the whole wardrobe. Be out in five," I said slipping my pants on.
I got myself pretty much together and had three wet spots on my right pant leg from cum sucking.
She greeted me with a cart and loaded up all the clothes. Seven outfits for Five days didn't make much sense, but I needed to get the hell out of there and get some more liquor quick.
Betsy helped me get socks undies and as many sundries as Macy's could provide.
As I paid my $1375, I noticed Betsy glancing at the wet spot on the inner thigh of my jeans.
"Thank you so much Mr. Franklin. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance during your stay," she said smiling from ear to ear.
I lugged the shopping bags back to my hotel and went to my room to drop them off. No messages, so I put on one of my new outfits and went to the hotel shop to get the rest of my personal hygiene needs. I got the items and took my bag with me to the bar.
It was 6:30 and Latrice was still working. "Hello again Mr. Franklin, the usual?"
"Sure, but I better get some food too. Do you have a menu?" I asked, tasting tattoo freaks cum in my mouth.
The double bourbon knocked out the taste, and the stirring in my balls a bit. The place was busier now.
"Your clothes look nice," said Latrice showing me that great smile. "Anything strike your fancy?" she said leaning on the bar giving me a view of her stellar cleavage. Damn she was gorgeous.
"I'll have the turkey wrap and sweet potatoes fries please," I said replaying the feel of hot dick in my mouth. I tried not to get hard at the thought, but it felt so fucking great making him cum.
I was finishing up the food and my third double, thinking I haven't been this drunk for this long in 10 years. I knew there would be hell to pay in the morning, but I did not care. I was somehow hoping to get my mind off tattoo's cock.
A text came in: THINKING ABOUT PUTING THIS IN THAT VIRGIN ASS?
It was a picture of the hard cock I was trying to forget. I looked around quickly to make sure no one was seeing the pic.
When I saw it, my cock immediately began to grow, but there was no way I was taking that in my ass! I've had the prostate exam and no way anything that size would ever go in there. The finger hurt, that thing would fucking kill.
I recalled how hard he still was after he came in my mouth. Oh, to be that young virile again. He was fully stiff when he pulled out and left the dressing room. I kept thinking about helping him with that problem.
The feel of his cum filling my mouth played over in my mind. I even liked the taste. I would gladly suck him and swallow his hot load again, but I was not willing to be his ass whore. It occurred to me what I was thinking...I wanted to suck his cock. What was wrong with me?
I wanted to respond to his text but needed to think. Unfortunately, the bourbon was not exactly helping that, so, I ordered another of course.
Latrice came back after I finished. I was staring at my phone with a troubled look, contemplating my situation.
"Everything ok Mr. Franklin? You look worried," she asked with concern.
"I'm fline," I slurred, looking her up and down through blurry eyes. "You can call me Sharlie darlin'. I'll haf one more Pleash. "
"I don't think that's a good Idea...Charlie. I think maybe you should go to your room and lay down a while," she said waving her right arm in the air.
"One more won't hurt," I said staring at the picture on my phone.
Suddenly I thought, 'Crap, anyone can see the damn picture,' so I stood up and slid the phone into my pocket, nearly losing my balance as I stood.
"Whoa, maybe you're ha-right," I said bracing myself on the bar.
Just then she started talking to the bellhop that came over, "Hi Steve, can you please help Mr. Franklin to his room, he's had a long day."
He grabbed my arm above the elbow and led me up the elevator to my room. I vaguely recall him getting me there and everything was fuzzy after that.
I woke up about 6:00AM with a pounding headache, and vomit about two thirds of the way up my esophagus. I rolled off the bed and ran toward the window, stopped and turned toward the bathroom. My head cleared the rim as sweet potato fry remnants filled the bowl. I completely emptied my stomach contents and wretched for ten more minutes, until my stomach ached like I did 1000 sit-ups.
I had realized during my second blast of puke; I was totally naked. While I hugged the cool porcelain retching my guts out, I tried to remember the night before. The last thing I recalled was talking to Latrice, thinking about sucking cock...I had hoped that part of my memory was not true, but I was pretty sure it was since there were new clothes tags in the bathroom wastebasket.
My head was throbbing with each heartbeat, and I was shivering cold on the tile floor. However, I did like the feeling of cold porcelain on my face. It seemed to help the headache ever so slightly.
After about 20 minutes, I felt like I could leave the toilet for a few seconds anyway, while I found something to put on. Seeing no suitcase and several new outfits, I realized...no pajamas or sweats to throw on. I only had my new outfits. So, I put on the pants and shirt from last night. I found my cell phone, on the bed next to where I was lying. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pants pocket.
I went to my bag from the hotel store. No aspirin of course! I could not take it, so I called the concierge desk and begged them to bring me some. They got some from the gift shop and charged it to the room. I laid down and waited, pulled out my phone and it was dead. Great...I dragged myself over to my computer bag and got the charger, plugged it in and hit the bed.
As I laid down the knock came at the door. I walked out into the living room part of the suite room, to a smattering of empty beer cans and food dishes. Holy crap, what happened, I wondered.
I opened the door to a concierge with a little tin of aspirin. "Here is your aspirin sir. I hope this helps you to feel better."
"Thanks," I mumbled trying not to throw up or encourage him to talk that loud again. "Hold on I gotta find my wallet."
Luckily it was on the nightstand. Unfortunately, a twenty was the smallest bill. I took one and stumble back to the door and placed it in his palm.
"Thank you...excuse me..." I ran back to the toilet for round two and I heard the door slam as I ran.
After a minute or so of that precious cool porcelain on my face, I crawled back onto the bed. I popped three aspirins dry and swallowed them down.
I woke up again around 9:15 AM. The head felt a bit better, but I was still far from ship shape.
I heard the ding of my phone indicating a text had come in. I grabbed it and it was fully charged. I walked into the living room area and sat on the sofa. I clicked the test icon and saw a text that said:
THANKS FOR THE DINNER ENTERTAINMENT. SEE YOU SOON.
I had no idea what that meant, so I scrolled up following the chain, shocked and clueless. Starting from the photo of his boner here was the chain:
Me: I'M NOT YOUR ASS WHORE.
Tattoo: "YOU DIDN'T LIKE THIS?
There was an attachment. I clicked on it and a video of me with my eye's closed sucking his cock in the dressing room began to run. It was apparently taken with the phone he held with his wallet.
Sudden blood flow to my cock seemed to help my headache, as I watched 10 inches disappear into my suctioned lips, I could hear myself moaning quietly as it pumped my mouth. I recalled the taste...
I clicked off the video disgusted with myself and looked back at the text chain.
My reply: YES
TATOO: YES WHAT?
ME: YES, I LIKED IT
TATOO: DO YOU WANT MORE?
ME: YES!!
TATOO: THEN YOU'LL TAKE IT IN THE ASS?
ME: NO
TATOO: HAVE A GREAT LIFE HORNDOG IT WAS FUN
ME: WHAT?
TATOO: EITHER YOU TAKE MY COCK IN YOU ASS OR I BLOCK YOU NUMBER AND MOVE ON.
ME: OK
TATOO: OK WHAT?
ME: YOU CAN FUCK ME IN THE ASS IF YOU LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK AGAIN
TATOO: TEXT ME YOUR NAME AND ROOM NUMBER AND I WILL BE THERE IN AN HOUR
ME: CHARLES FRANKLIN ROOM 1521
TATOO: GET A 12 PACK I NEED A BEER. SEE YOU SOON HORNDOG! ARE YOU HARD THINING ABOUT ME?
ME: YES
TATOO: SEND ME A PIC!
ME: HERE IT IS
OMG there was a picture of my hard-on!
TATOO: YOU ARE SUCH A HORNDOG!
That was the last one.
I did not feel anything strange in my ass, so I was fairly certain he did not fuck me. Everything was still a fog. I decided to let the aspirin kick in and check my e-mail.
When I sat down at the desk there was a note on the hotel note pad sitting on the keypad of my laptop.
HI HORNDOG, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE THE SHOW YOU PUT ON TRYING TO GET IT UP FOR ME LAST NIGHT. I E-MAILED IT TO YOU. TEXT ME WHEN YOU WANT ME TO COME BACK AND FUCK YOU. (WHEN YOU CAN GET IT UP!). THIS TIME YOU NEED TO BE STONE SOBER, SO YOU CAN GET THE FULL PLEASURE. I NEED TO BE SURE YOU ARE OF SOUND MIND WHEN YOU SUBMIT TO ME BUSTING YOUR CHERRY. YOU SHOULD REALLY THINK ABOUT YOUR DRINKING PROBLEM.
PS YOU MIGHT WANT TO MAKE IT BEFORE YOUR DINNER TOMORROW. I AM NOT SURE YOU WON'T HAVE A FEW WITH DINNER. STONE SOBER!
My heart sank, as he had way too much information...My e-mail, my itinerary, who knows what else. All my credit cards for sure...
I brought up my e-mail and there it was. Subject: Horndog begs for hot cock.
I clicked the video of me totally naked on all fours on the bed.
"Pleash, let me shuck you cock! I want you to fluck my ash!" I said wobbling trying not to fall over.
"You can't even get it up horndog!" Said Tattoo, laughing.
"I can too," I protested reaching under and grabbing myself.
I nearly fell over, so I rolled onto my back and started jacking off.
"Hey Horndog, I think if you finger your own asshole while you jackoff and beg me to fuck you, you might actually get hard."
Oh God...Yep, I did it. I sucked the pointer finger of my left hand, rolled onto my side, reached behind and stuck it in my ass. I began to stroke my limp dick with my right. I could hear him laughing as I spanked the monkey to no avail.
He whispered, "Horndog, I think you're gonna pass out."
Sure enough, my movements slowed, and my right hand slid off lifelessly to my side. He zoomed in to show my left pointer finger still in my asshole and it slowly slid out.
"Good night Horndog," he whispered, and the video ended.
Ok that was it! I would not text him or try to contact him in any way. This had to end!
I checked my credit card accounts and there were only the charges to Macy's, my first round of drinks and it looks like I must have stumbled to the gas station across the street to buy his beer. There was also a pending charge for my hotel store visit yesterday. I pulled up the room bill on the TV and there was the charge for the second round of drinks, $125 dollars for room service last night and the aspirin. He must have had a good time.
I would keep an eye to make sure nothing pops up on any credit cards. Next, I looked at my phone and there was another text that came in last night. I opened it to discover, the airline had found my luggage, and it would be delivered today...great.
I jumped in the shower and cleaned up. I got dressed and the headache was down to a dull roar. I was starting to feel a bit hungry. I thought it was best to get out of the room and let housekeeping do their thing. I walked over to the mall and had lunch at PF Chang's.
While I was there my dinner appointment texted and said they decided to come in tomorrow for the convention and would see me there. I was relieved that I could spend the day recovering and not have to entertain this evening. I went back to the room and took another round of aspirin.
I flipped on the TV hoping to take the attention from my returning headache, while the aspirin kicked in. My mind turned toward the sensation of his pulsating dick flooding my mouth with his hot cum... Suddenly no more headache, just a growing hard-on.
I thought maybe if I jacked off it will take the edge off and keep my mind off it. As I thought about it, that was a bad idea. That would only acknowledge my new-found desire, so I turned my focus back to the television.
A text dinged in...
TATOO: ARE YOU READY FOR IT HORNDOG?
The video was attached again.
ME: PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. YESTERDAY WAS A MISTAKE. YOU CLEARLY KNOW I WAS DRUNK.
TATOO: I RESPECT THAT. I WILL GIVE YOU ONE HOUR TO CHANGE YOUR MIND. THEN I WILL BLOCK YOUR NUMBER AND THAT WILL BE IT. THANKS FOR SUCKING MY COCK. HAVE A NICE LIFE HORNDOG.
I was relieved and hoped it could be that easy.
I checked my e-mails on my phone and started to set the phone down...why I opened the video, I do not know. The sight of my lips gripping his stiff dick, set my balls ablaze with an overwhelming tingling sensation, my cock was growing harder by the second. Things seemed foggy...I hit send.
ME: I'M READY
TATTOO: 7 WHOLE MINUTES? IMPRESSIVE. WHEN?
ME: NOW?
TATTOO: SEND ME A PIC. I NEED TO SEE YOU HARD BEFORE I WASTE MY TIME AGAIN.
I pulled down my pants, took a pic of my throbbing dick and sent it.
TATTOO: THAT WAS QUICK. OREDER ME A T-BONE MEDIUM RARE. BE THERE IN 20.
ME: OK
TATTOO: YOU WILL FEED ME AND THEN I WILL FUCK YOU, AGREED?
I was starting to get pissed by his attitude, but my dick was throbbing hard.
ME: IF YOU WILL LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK.
TATTOO: ASK ME NICELY HORNDOG.
ME: PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK AND SWALLOW YOUR CUM.
TATTOO: ON MY WAY, GET MY STEAK.
I immediately called room service, hoping they would deliver before he arrived.
Of course, Tattoo arrived before the steak. He was there in 10. He stepped in carrying a backpack wearing black jeans and a plain white skin-tight tank top. His upper body was firm and cut.
He walked in, looked around and smiled. "You've cleaned up! It was a little messy after our little party last night."
He walked into the living area and gave me the "come here" curling finger. As I approached, I could see his sizable bulge. I imagined the feeling of it in my hand...His hand rubbed the front of my new dress pants, causing me to moan and close my eyes. My hard-on took away all hope of resistance. His touch made my legs wobble and I gasped at the wave of pleasure that overtook my body.
"Wow horndog, you are glad to see me...Unzip your pants and let me feel your little boner," he said in a soft slow voice.
I did as commanded, and his warm hand slid under, the waist band of my new
briefs from Macy's. I sighed and pressed myself against his palm while he slid his hand further down eventually, cupping my balls. I began to tremble as his touch, made my balls dance with pleasure. My body swayed, my eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure his touch induced.
"Do you want to touch my cock, Horndog?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes please," I panted softly.
"Were not in the dressing room today Horndog. You can speak so I can hear you," he said rubbing his palm on my dickhead.
"Please let me touch your cock!" I almost shouted as my pre-cum lubed his palm.
"Get out of these clothes," he commanded, pulling his hand out of my underwear and stepping back.
I was startled by the loss of his touch...I gripped my underwear and in on smooth motion, pulled my pants and underwear to my ankles and stepped out, kicking off my shoes.
I stood before him, boner in the air wearing socks and a polo.
"All of it Horndog," he smirked.
I yanked off my shirt and removed my sock, nearly losing my balance. He stepped closer.
"Unzip me and pull it out Horndog...ask permission of course," he added.
"Can I please release your big dick and feel your hot cock?" I panted, my own dick throbbing in the air.
"Yes, you may Horndog," he said smiling.
I unzipped and spread his fly, revealing his huge hard cock straining to break out of his boxer briefs. I slid my fingers into his waist band, pulling it clear of his engorged cockhead. It stood at full attention as my fingers slid down his hot shaft uncovering his hot hardness. I leaned in to kiss it, eyeing the oozing pre-cum on the tip. My lips spread slightly as I touched his silky-smooth skin.
My tongue tip scooped the pre-cum from his opening. The heat and sweetness sent chills through my body as I pressed my hungry mouth on to his steaming manhood. The taste was salty sweet, and he filled my mouth completely with only half his length in me.
"Nice Horndog," he said gently pushing on my head. Remember, relax the throat and go a little deeper each time... (I lunged back down getting 3/4 of him in). Oh, shit there you go, feels g...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Room Service!", Yelled a male voice.
"Come on in Steve!" shouted Tattoo, shoving his dick in my mouth and holding the back of my head!
I struggled to break free, but he gripped me with both hands causing me to choke. I could hear the door opening and I was naked choking on cock!
"Relax Horndog, Steve is ok. Relax your throat and enjoy. Hi Steve, don't mind Horndog here, he just learned he is a cock lover, and he gets a little carried away. If you have a few minutes, I bet he'd love to suck your cock, if you let him swallow," said Tattoo relaxing his grip.
I slid most of the way off, opened wide and sucked in as much air as I could, and he gently shoved back in.
"I think I could spare a few minutes. Back me up if they give me shit in the kitchen. My girlfriend is doing a study abroad this summer and could seriously use a blowjob," said Steve uncovering the steak and potatoes.
I realized I had started fully engaging the warm cock with my mouth and tongue again, not caring that Steve was watching. I just wanted to experience his hot cum in my mouth again.
"Ok Horndog, ready to help out Steve here?" he asked as I kept sucking his cock.
Suddenly he jerked himself out of my mouth to an unusually loud sucking sound, "Easy Horndog we have all night. Steve here only has a few minutes to get back to the kitchen."
"Glad to see you're feeling better today. I didn't think we were gonna get you to the room without passing out yesterday," said Steve pulling his mostly limp dick out.
I vaguely remembered he was the bellhop that helped me to the room yesterday. He stepped up and pointed his cock toward my face as Tattoo grabbed the food tray and went to the sofa to eat his steak.
"Go ahead Horndog, I can watch and eat while you help out Steve. What do you say to Steve for helping you out yesterday? Ask him nice if you can return the favor," said Tattoo while he took a seat.
"Thank you, Steve, can I please suck your cock 'til you cum in my mouth?" I said meekly.
I was mortified, thinking about my situation, yet hard as a rock.
I looked at his plump dick head as he moved closer, it was semi soft but thick. Overall, it seemed he was fatter than Tattoos cock but not as long. He was warm and soft as my tongue contacted the underside of his head. A slight moan eased out of him as more of my tongue and lips made contact.
I reached in and yanked his fly apart and pulled down enough to free his balls from his black work pants. I sucked his whole cock into my mouth and extended my tongue to caress his nut sack.
"Oh yes, that's good, Mr. Franklin. You are a real pro at this," he said pressing his pelvis against me. "You are getting me hard. It's true what they say, 'Nobody's ugly with your dick in their mouth'. Suck my dick!"
I could feel the blood flowing into his hot cock, making him grow harder with each swirl of my tongue.
"Go Horndog!" said Tattoo, chomping on a piece of steak.
As his dick stiffened my mouth drenched him in saliva as some dripped onto my thigh. I was pumping his dick into my mouth and partially into my throat, but he was what seemed like a full two inches across and could not quite fit.
He was rocking and pumping, thrusting against me trying to ram himself into my throat.
"Fuck man, suck my fucking cock...Oh shit yes," he moaned and panted.
I began to get a taste of his pre-cum. I rubbed my tongue around his tip as I pulled back and pressed it against his underside as I took him deep.
"I wish my girlfriend liked dick this much. You really want me to cum in your mouth?" he asked, grunting.
"Muh huh," I moaned.
I took a quick breath, pulled off, stuck out my tongue and rubbed the underside of his cockhead on my tongue in small circles while I took some deep breaths.
"Damn Mr. Franklin...th, th, that's the spot...don't stop, that's gonna make me c, c, cum... Oh yes!" He panted and gyrated his hips. (I pressed my tongue against him harder, rubbing him faster). I'm commmming..."
I felt his jizz pulsing through his cock and shoved him in my mouth as he drenched my tongue with his creamy cum.
"Oh yeah swallow my fucking cum! Suck me dry," he panted thrusting his hips.
He shoved himself in as far as he could, holding my head against his body. His next wave flooded my throat directly into my esophagus. His body shook as he pulled back to thrust again harder. I focused on his hot jizz and relaxing, so I would not gag on the fat pole probing my throat. I loved that taste and did not want to stop.
He grunted loudly as he shot two more jets of cum into me. I kept my tongue working and swallowed almost every drop. His orgasm subsided, and I slowly moved my lips up and down his thick smooth shaft sucking him dry as commanded.
"Great show Horndog, got me hard just watching," said Tattoo still chewing his steak.
Steve pulled out and put his cock back in his pants. "Best tip of the day, that's for sure. Please let me know if you might need anything else, Mr. Franklin."
"Don't worry Steve, he tipped you well financially too," said Tattoo, handing him the receipt pad. "And yes, we would like some crème brulee for dessert. Can you put a rush on it, Horndog's gonna need some of my special cream soon or I think he's gonna pop."
He pointed at my throbbing dick.
"Sure, I will radio the order," he said grabbing the walkie talkie clipped to his belt? "Thanks again...Horndog."
He left the room, and I turned to Tattoo, still on my knees.
He grabbed his backpack and pulled out an enema bag, holding it out for me. "While I finish my lunch, I need you to clean yourself out. I assume you know how this works. (I nodded disgustedly). Good, remember to hold it as long as you can before releasing. Do it twice and take as long as you need to pass all the water back out. When you're done take a shower and clean yourself up. Then come out naked and I will show you pleasures like you've never had before...Go now," he said waving his hand toward the bathroom.
I did as he asked, and it all took nearly an hour. When I came out of the shower, I felt the cleanest and lightest I have in years. I brushed my teeth thinking of the ten-inch cock awaiting me in the next room, the thought of it in my mouth brought my hard-on back to full strength.
I entered the living area, and he was gone, and an empty crème brulee dish sat on a food tray. I investigated the bedroom, and he sat on the end of the bed watching TV. When he saw me, he smiled, tuned off the TV, and tossed the remote on the chair.
He glanced at my boner, "Horndog, you never disappoint. Come over here and take these clothes off me please."
He stood up as I approached, placing his hands on his hips, offering his zipper. I gripped his waistband with my left hand and undid his zipper with my right. I could feel his beautiful cock pressing against the pants, trying to escape.
I unbuttoned his pants, and the massive package stretched his boxer briefs as it grew harder. I sighed audibly as my fingers slid under the waistband brushing against his silky hot skin, on his pulsing cock. I watched his head emerge, oozing pre-cum. Next, I slid his underwear down, revealing its hardened length.
I dropped to my knees pushing his waistbands to his ankles. He had already removed his shoes, so he simply stepped out of his clothes. I inserted my thumbs into his sock pulling them off as he stepped. His cock brushed my head as I turned back up to see the prize cock fully exposed.
It brushed the top of my head and around the side of my face as my tongue reached his warm sack. I licked his nuts pressing my tongue against him and taking in his warm slightly salty skin. He had surprisingly little hair as I wiggled my tongue between his balls and then picked each one up with my tongue swirling them around as I licked his entire sack.
"Nice tongue Horndog," he sighed.
I could not take it any longer, I needed him in my mouth. Pressing my lips to his base, I saddled his cock with my lips, wiggling my tongue gently as I rose up his length. His hot dick felt so good against my lips. I thought I might cum on the spot, my cock was so hard!
I gripped him with my right hand as my lips reached his head. I lapped up his pre-cum with my tongue and plunged him deep in my mouth. My tongue wiggled on his sweet spot as my lips sucked on to his hard-velvety tool. I worked my mouth up and down wanting his hot jizz in my mouth. I could barely breath, I was so fucking revved up, having his powerful dick in me and hearing him moan with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck Horndog!" he grunted. "You really better slow down, or I am gonna cum in your mouth. (I groaned my approval and sped up). Oh God that's good...If I cum now, I'm gonna have to fuck your asshole a lot harder and longer when I take your cherry. Oh, shit you're gonna be past the point."
I did not care what he was saying, I just wanted to feel his huge dick fill my mouth with his hot cum. He stumbled backward and sat on the bed, while I kept my mouth engaged on the prize, crawling forward as he went backward.
"Holy shit Horndog, you really love my cock," he panted as he elbow crawled himself up the bed, spreading his legs wide.
I nodded agreement as I continued to pump his granite pole with my mouth. I rose up and crawled up between his legs, on my hands and knees onto the bed as he crawled back. I never lost contact with that incredible cock. I cared about nothing but making him cum and swallowing all of it.
It was an incredible feeling, serving such a superior cock, knowing I was the one giving him this much pleasure. As I got into prime position to allow maximum deep throat penetration, I pressed harder, taking him nearly all the way.
"You ready to swallow my load again Horndog," he panted rolling his head back.
"Muh huh," I mumbled into his throbbing cock. He was oozing pre-cum giving me a dose of his warm creamy sweetness.
I gently cupped his balls picking up speed and feeling my lips reach his pubes as I got his entire length in my throat. I grunted as I reached my goal of taking him all. I could feel his balls contract as he released in my throat. I groaned in anticipation shoving in and holding as long as I could.
"Oh, fuck I, I, I'm, c, c, coming, coming, coming," He squealed as he released three hot jets of cum into my throat.
I pulled back to sneak a breath of air and relieve the gag reflex. He released two more spirts onto my swirling tongue as I bobbed on his cock about halfway.
"Coming, in your fucking mouth, Ah, Ah Ah..." he grunted wildly as I sucked out his hot cum. "Fuck Horndog, you are a fucking natural. God, Damn you love dick!"
I nodded in complete agreement as I very slowly worked my suctioned lips up and down his shaft, sucking every drop of his cum. He just laid-back moaning letting me continue for what seemed like five minutes. His dick remained hard the whole time. Then he pulled off his tank top.
"Damn Horndog, I could get used to this," he sighed. "Swing around and sixty-nine me, let's get you ready."
Keeping his dick in my mouth, I took my left leg over his right, then my right leg and arm followed. I inched my way around working his saliva drenched hard-on. When my left knee approached his body, he gripped my inner thigh and guided my leg over his head until I straddled his body.
His left arm was down at his side pinned to his body with my knee. I moaned into his dick when I felt his hot breath on my balls. My hard-on was practically touching my belly as I straddled him. His right arm was up over his head as he wiggled himself into position.
I began to whine with pleasure as his tongue tickled my balls. I pressed them against his tongue as he lapped them all over. I was rocking my hips enjoying the sensation. What happened next was beyond anything I had ever imagined. His tongue traced a line from my balls crossing my "taint". The sensation was electrifying as he touched me with his warm wet tongue. My balls rushed with an incredible tingling sensation.
"MMMUH! MMMUH! MMMUH!" I groaned, as his tongue touched my clenched asshole and began to circle it.
I could feel him strain to lift his head for full contact, as the tip of his tongue pressed and wiggled its way into my tight sphincter. I pumped his dick faster showing my excitement
His tongue penetrated slightly as he began to pump his head, getting a little deeper each time. I loosened a bit, and he slipped in a finger keeping his tongue engaged. It hurt a little, but a whole lot less than the proctologist. Next, he removed the finger and pressed it in his thumb. His fingers caressed my balls as his thumb fucked my ass, and his tongue tickled my asshole.
I lost control immediately when his left hand gripped my throbbing dick and began to stroke me. My oozing pre-cum spread over my shaft as he continued. My hips gyrated as I began to spray my jizz on his chest and stomach.
"MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!" I grunted into his cock, hips pumping as I shot all over him.
I broke contact with his cock. "Oh, Fuck that feels so good!" I panted like a dog on hot day. "Oh fuck, AAAAHHHHHH!" I spasmed my last bit of cum.
"Damn Horndog, that's fuckin' awesome! Now, spin around and lick that off me...I named you right."
I rose up and de-straddled him, positioning myself between his legs again. I started licking from just below his belly button and connected the dots of my spunk on up and around his belly and chest. I stopped mid chest to suck up a pool of it.
"That's it, get it all," he said patting me on the head, like a puppy.
When I was done, he gripped my face on either side with his hands directing my eyes to meet his.
"Excellent Horndog. Now would you like to ride my dick till I cum in your ass or bend over and let me drive?" he asked arrogantly.
I cringed at the thought of that huge dick in my ass, either way, but thought it best if I had some bit of control.
"Ride?" I asked meekly.
"All right, jump on Horndog!" He said, smiling and laying back with his hands behind his head.
I moved up and straddled his pelvis, setting my naked ass onto his hard cock, pinning it to his stomach. I began to slide myself up and down his length, riding him like a horse.
His hard wet dick rubbed my balls as I slid along him.
"That feels really good Horndog," he sighed with his eyes closed.
Having a slight hope that maybe I could appease him this way, I increased my pace, rubbing our saliva drenched bodies together.
"Damn Horndog, you wanna make me cum again before I pop that cherry? I might have to fuck you all night to come the third time." he said eyes closed enjoying the treatment.
Not liking that plan, I slid forward until my asshole was at mid-shaft, rose up and aligned his dick head to my asshole. His head felt like a soccer ball between my cheeks. I held it there frozen in fear. He raised his hips and pressed it against my straining asshole.
"Wiggle it in nice and slow...Believe me, you will get used to it," he said pressing in.
I worked him in tiny circles as I slowly settled my weight onto his huge boner. The pain became intense as he started to penetrate. I stopped and eased back down, stopped and eased, stopped and eased. The pain was a little less intense each time. My cock was softening so he began to stroke me as I pressed on. That seemed to lessen the pain further.
"Oh yes," he sighed as his plump head popped in.
A jolt of pain was immediately followed by some relief when his thicker head was inside. I could feel his heat filling me up and wanted more of that feeling despite the pain. I pressed on slowly gently moving up and down in little pumps as I pressed him further in.
"Oh yeah, that is tight Horndog. Take it all in that tight asshole," he said stroking me faster. "Almost there..."
The pleasure of his hand helped muffle the pain, and my dick stiffened. "Fuck that feels good," I moaned as my ass touched his plump balls.
I rose up causing him to moan too, before lowering back down. After a few strokes the pain was gone and a new sensation hit each time I took him in, pressing on my prostate.
Each time sent a wave of pleasure from deep in my balls, causing me to pump faster. I had my palms planted on his chest, lunging up and down on his hard-hot cock.
"Oh, fuck that feels good," I yelled. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum, oh f, f, f, fuck it's so fucking good!"
I was bouncing as hard and fast as I could, my whole body was electrified each time my ass slapped his pelvis.
"Holy shit Horndog, you're a fucking pogo stick! Fuck my fucking cock, you horny fucker" Oh fuck, that's good," he grunted.
I was panting, and whining, pounding his hard tool against my prostate as he jacked me off. My full weight was dropping on his pelvis, rising six to eight inches and dropping down with a slap as fast, as I could move. I was completely overtaken by the sensation and lost in that moment.
"Oh, fuck your c, c, c, cock feels, so g, good in my ass! I'm f, f, f, fuckin' coming!" I shouted, as my whole-body shook. "Oh, fuck I'm c, c, coming with your big fucking cock in my ass! Oh fuck!" I grunted.
I felt my balls contracting, as my monster orgasm began. "AAAAAHHH!" came a guttural sound as I felt my body quake.
I could only grunt and squeal as the wave of pleasure jolted from my balls to my chest with each thrust. I was vaguely aware of a splatter of cum hitting my chin as he jerked my cock. My head tilted back as I howled and groaned, convulsing with pleasure. My balls pumped with an intensity I had never felt before.
"Shit Horndog, you're a fucking animal," he grunted, startled by my intensity. "Don't stop, I'm gonna blow!"
I continued to pound his hard-hot cock, splattering my seed everywhere as he jackhammered my boner.
He moaned as my orgasm subsided, and I began to gain control of my senses again. I was amazed that a cock his size could be that fucking hard. I was panting from the workout I was getting but needed to please the amazing cock that filled my ass and gave me the best orgasm of my life.
I squeezed my ass cheeks together and continued to ride his stiff dick determined to satisfy that glorious tool.
"Oh, fuck Horndog, I'm gonna come!" he grunted through gritted teeth. "Ride my fucking cock, oh shit that's it...Yes!... Yes!... I'm gonna come in your ass!"
"I want your cum in my mouth!" I yelled, thinking of his creamy taste.
"Damn...Take it now Horndog!" he squealed.
I jumped off, knees between his legs and shoved his pulsing cock in my mouth. As my lips touched his throbbing dick head, he released his hot juice in a series of four powerful spurts.
My lips engulfed his bulging head, as my tongue swirled on his most sensitive spot. I moaned my approval as his first shot filled my mouth. His creamy warmth flooded my tongue with a touch of sweetness followed by a slightly bitter aftertaste that was quickly replaced by another jet of creamy heat. This one released deeper into my throat as I took more of him in my hungry mouth.
There was no greater feeling of excitement I have ever felt than a long stiff cock filling my drooling mouth, feeding me its hot creamy cum. I swallowed and sucked as he pulsed his last bit of heavenly nectar over my waiting tongue. I savored that smooth stretched skin as his throbbing cock slid against my suctioned lips. The feeling of satisfaction was overwhelming, knowing I brought him this pleasure.
His hand touched the back of my head as I slowly sucked and licked every drop of his precious cum.
I knew, at that moment, I had surrendered myself to servicing cock. Nothing else mattered, as I continued to work his satisfied, softening pleasure tool. I would do whatever was required to pleasure his beautiful cock for as long as I was in town...
That trip awoke a passion I never knew I had, but has changed my direction and purpose going forward.