Frustrated, Then Satisfied
My life is as predictable as any other single man you know, with one probable exception. Well, maybe two exceptions.
I wake up in the morning and beat off twice, once in bed and again in the shower. That's probably the first exception. It seems I need to nutt twice each time I pump out a load. One follows the other by less than five minutes, usually less than one minute. Yes, I do get satisfaction with my first climax, but I always seem to need to pound out a second one soon thereafter. I learned in my early teens that if I didn't go for a second load, I'd be stiff as steel for another twenty minutes after the first load. Once that second load sprays, my hard dick wilts to normal size in about the same amount of time that most other men do.
To continue my predictable life, I finish up in the bathroom, get dressed, make and consume my breakfast, sometimes make my lunch, and head off to work. My work pays the bills and I feel like I've accomplished something, even though it seems I do it all over again with variations the next day. Being an accounts payable manager in a big company does have its rewards. I'm outta there by 4:30 p.m. and on my way to the gym.
This is where the second exception happens. Yeah, most young men hit the gym a few times during the week (gay men generally more frequently). About 90 minutes later, I finish my workout and hit the showers. Of course, I've been busy scoping out a few possible sexual partners as I work through my exercise routines. Seldom do I strike out. But, it is also possible that the trolls have encamped in my usual sexual venues, so I can't get it on with them hanging around. However, the steam room and sauna aren't usually busy at the same time, so can get my needs satisfied with one of my regulars or a newcomer.
Before I get further into my tale, I should tell you something more about me. I'm 6'4" tall, weigh about 225, gotta well-muscled body, and a big 10" dick and big nuts that need to be constantly emptied. I'm also black, with a goodly amount of white trash in my ancestry to give me a light café au lait skin tone. I'm also single, but wouldn't be averse to hooking up with some other man for a more permanent relationship. I've tried several times, but there were always issues I wasn't willing to overlook to save it. They were drug users (including alcohol), unemployed and unwilling to do anything about it, unhygienic, and worst of all, unfaithful. I'm willing to consider an open relationship, but when we decided at the beginning not to fuck around, and then they fucked with every man willing to shove a dick up their ass, I wasn't willing to hang around. Maybe my standards are too high, but I don't think so.
However, my standards for a good fuck are situational. If the guy isn't gross, I'll fuck him or let him blow me at the gym. I seldom go out as I'm not into the bar scene. Other social venues just aren't my style. The few I've tried became so drama-filled and full of petty, catty politics that I left. Again, my standards are probably too high. Too bad.
But, not today. Friday was always busy. I got there before the big rush and immediately climbed on to the elliptical walker. It always gives me an excellent aerobic rush. As I worked through the electronic terrain, I checked out the other men. One man immediately had my undivided attention. He was probably six feet tall, weighed close to 190 pounds, but what caught my attention was his amazing bubble butt. I couldn't stop staring at it. Of course, my imagination was galloping with what I wanted to do with his fuckable ass. That gave me a very big hard-on. Even though I wear a jock to contain my unruly 10", it couldn't hide my hunger for that white boys butt.
Eventually, I noticed that he was checking me out as directly as I was eyeing him. I smiled and nodded to him. He smiled back. With additional eye contact, I knew he was more than casually interested. He made sure that his ass was prominently displayed each time he bent over to do another set of exercises. Occasionally, I got a good look at the bulge in his shorts, displaying a more than average dick. His tight t-shirt was bulging in all the right places, too. His pecs were particularly attractive with their square-shaped, dual-shelf hardness, with small, erect nipples. I could have a very good time chewing on those nips while I pounded that unbelievably gorgeous ass. Damn, I wanted to fuck that white boy!
With my 30 minutes of aerobic exercise finished, I walked over to the machines and began my exercises for arms and back. I made sure that I was almost always facing him. If I wasn't, I pushed away from the machine and turned around. I wanted to be sure he still appreciated the merchandise. He did.
Next, I hit the free weights near where he was working out. We exchanged greetings and checked each other out more closely. Both of us smiled, enjoying the view.
"VERY nice," he commented as he stared at my bulging and throbbing crotch.
"Back at ya," I smiled. "You gotta sweet ass, if you don't mind me saying so. And a great body."
"I was hoping you'd want to do something with my ass," he suggested.
I laughed softly. "You come on strong," I asserted. "But, I like that. And what I wanna do with that ass is beyond x-rated."
"I was hoping it would be. Care to enlighten me on just how x-rated it is?" he smirked.
I checked around us to be sure I wouldn't be overheard. "Well, it would start with the best ass rimming you've ever had in your life. You'd be beggin' me to fuck you. Eventually, I would, deep and hard," I began.
"I'm hoping that big bulge in your shorts means a big dick, not just big nuts," he quickly interrupted.
"Rest assured, it will more than fill you up," I assured him. "And filling you up with my big loads is what will follow, several times. And there will be additional rimming between delivered loads."
"Damn! Man, you're my kinda pig," he smiled. "But, I don't go raw with a guy, unless I know he's negative."
I smiled and whispered in his ear. "Just tested and got the results yesterday. Negative, of course. And I got the letter with me in my gym bag. Now, you willing to go raw with me?"
"If everything is as advertised, I'll take as many loads as you can pump out, especially if you're negative and you gotta really big dick," he easily surrendered.
"When we get in the locker room, you'll see the truth of both," I promised. "And your ass is gonna get flooded repeatedly in the sauna or the steam room."
We continued our workouts, showing off our assets to each other. By the time we finished, I was ready to fuck him in front of everyone in the gym. This guy was fucking HOT!
In the locker room, we quickly pulled off our sweaty clothes. My hard dick bounced up and slapped me in the abs as soon as it was freed from the jock. He slipped his shorts off and showed off his jock framed ass as he bent over and pulled a towel from his gym bag. His hands spread his ass cheeks, giving me a perfect view of his tight pucker. I leaned in and kissed both of his hard butt cheeks and licked his ass trench. He looked over his shoulder at me and looked aghast.
"Fuck! You're huge," he blurted out.
"Too big?" I wondered.
"Never!" he challenged. "Although, I haven't had one that big in a long time, I know I can take you. It might take a while to get used to someone as big as you, though. I know I can do it," he promised as he turned around and licked the leaking head of my hard dick. He began to go down on me when we heard the locker room door squeak open. "Fuck!" he murmured. "I gotta have you."
"Let's hit the showers," I suggested. "Maybe, we'll get more privacy there." I grabbed my towel and the test results paper, and turned back to him. His hard 8" dick was just disappearing behind his towel. "That's one impressive dick you got, Baby," I whispered to him as I pushed the paper into his hands.
"I always bottom for a big dick like yours," he said, glancing at the page, and then smiled as he handed it back to me, "but, I'd gladly fuck your amazing ass if you wanted me to."
"If I did wanna get fucked by your big dick, I'd have to know you were negative. You got any way to prove that?"
"Not with me, no," he sighed.
"That's okay," I replied, patting his beautiful ass. "This is enough to keep me satisfied."
In the showers, we chose the shower post near the back of the room. My hand was on his ass and his hand was on my dick as we hung up our towels. With water temperatures adjusted, we resumed our tactile explorations. Unfortunately, we were interrupted again.
"Fuck!" he whispered again as we turned our backs on the newcomer. My dick was still rock hard and so was his. We soaped up and continued to glance over our shoulders, willing the interloper to leave. After a couple of minutes, he flipped off his showers and left for the steam room. That left only the sauna for our sexual consummation. My new friend moved in front of me and turned his back. His inviting ass pressed against the thick head of my dick. I bent my knees and pushed my dick between his spread legs. He played with my dickhead as he ground his bubble butt against me. I pulled back and aimed my long dick at his back door. As I pressed against his pucker, we were interrupted again.
"Shit!" I murmured. "I wanna fuck you so back."
"And I want you to," he agree. "But, this place is too busy."
"There's the sauna," I suggested. "I don't think anyone's in there." But, of course, that clever idea was immediately trashed when our second interloper turned off his shower after a short rinse and headed for the sauna."
"Well, fuck, again!" my bubble-butted friend sighed.
"This isn't working out very well," I agreed. "This is the wrong time of the evening and the week to really get some good sex going."
He stroked my dick a couple more times and then suggested, "Why not go back to my hotel with me? We'd have lots of privacy and could fuck all night if you were up for it."
"I'm always up for a good fuck," I vowed. "So, how long are you in town?"
"Leaving tomorrow for home," I revealed. "I've already been here a week."
"A wasted week, Man," I sighed. "I could have been breeding your ass all week long."
"We wouldn't have known your HIV status at the beginning of the week," he countered.
"Yeah, that's true, but I could have had an instant test if we'd met early enough in the week. Besides, I could always rim your hot bubble butt all night long," I smiled.
"I wouldn't have been able to handle that," he demurred. "When I get a good rim, I gotta get fucked."
"My kinda bottom," I smiled and patted his gorgeous bubble butt again.
"So, how about it? Come to my hotel room and breed me?" he pressed.
I smiled and nodded. "You'll have to tell me when to leave, because there is no way I wanna leave that ass before I've loaded it to capacity. That could take all night."
"I can't think of a better way to spend my evening," he agreed. "My flight doesn't leave until noon."
We toweled off and headed back to the changing room. When he bent over to dry his feet, I slipped my tongue between his bubble butt cheeks and licked his hole for several seconds. I reached between his legs and stroked his hard dick while I was eating him out. He moaned out his pleasure, but it couldn't last. Once more, we were interrupted by the squeak of a door.
"Let's get the fuck outta here before my nuts explode and I make a huge puddle on the floor," I urged.
"All your nutt is goin' up my ass," my new friend promised.
We exchanged names and finished dressing. His name is Paul, and I'm John, by the way.
On the way to his hotel, we exchanged more personal data about ourselves. I found out that he's single, been in a couple of failed relationships, loves to get fucked, lives in West Hollywood, and works for one of the major movie studios as a location scout. He was in Portland checking on neighborhoods that were suitable for filming a romantic comedy. We exchanged information about who we thought was gay and who wasn't. I was surprised at the depth of his knowledge about the subject. I didn't think he was on location as the films were shot, but he was occasionally, as well as knowing a lot of people in the business who shared their information. He was careful to separate rumor and speculation from fact. Some of the rumor was just wishful thinking by eager gay men. And yes, he had fucked with a few stars on the B and C list. The A list men were more discrete and seldom fucked with anyone in the business.
Our political views agreed, we loved food and cooking, loved to read and travel, and eventually wanted a man to make babies with on a permanent basis. We laughed at how impossible the last wish was, but the attempt to make babies was the point, not the actual possibility of children.
As we rode the elevator to his floor, he kissed me. To say he was a great kisser would be a gross understatement. The man could give master lessons. My dick jerked to full length and thickness as he continued his osculations. My hands eased down the back of his pants and played with his bubble butt, sliding a couple of fingers up and down his deep ass trench.
The elevator doors opened and we shuffled out into the hallway. Luckily, no one was there to observe our compromised position. His hands had freed my dick and he was stroking me. My right hand was down the back of his pants, gently stroking his hole. In an instant, his mouth was on my dick and sliding down part of the thick shaft. My index finger slipped inside him.
"We need to find your room," I suggested in a whisper. He already knew where it was, but I didn't. And I didn't want to get caught doing what we were doing. Reluctantly, he pulled away from my dick, but not from my hand. We walked to the end of the hall and he slid the keycard into the slot. The light turned green and he twisted the door handle down. We entered quickly as the door closed securely behind us.
With Paul standing in front of me, I turned him around so that his back was against my chest. I reached around and unfastened his belt and slid his pants to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear. I liked that. My hands slipped under his shirt and gently caressed his hard pecs and erect nipples. My lips nuzzled his neck and right ear. I moved my lips to his left side and gave his left ear equal time. Meanwhile, my hard dick was pressing against his ass. I bent my knees and slipped my leaking dick between his legs. I hit the back of his heavy nut sack and moved it aside. My long dick slowly fucked him between the legs. His fingers played with my dickhead as it popped out in front. He squeezed the head and collected precum. His fingers moved to his mouth and he licked the precum off. The next time he collected precum, he moved his fingers to my mouth. I sucked his fingers. I'd tasted my precum and many loads in the past and knew I'd like it.
My free, right hand softly stroked his dick, gaining precum from him as well. I liked his clear, sweet, dick drippings, too. My left hand continued to play with his nipples.
Paul grabbed my right hand and held it. "I'll nutt too soon if you keep doing that," he warned.
"Maybe we need to get to some other kinds of fun," I suggested. I pulled away from him slowly and turned him around. We kissed again. I let my pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. We broke our kiss long enough to shed the rest of our clothing. He headed for the bed with me right behind him, playing with his ass. "How about a friendly sixty-nine before we get to the main event?" I directed.
He flipped on to his back. "If I'm on top, I cum too quickly," he smiled. "I want this to last at least until I get your horse dick up my butt."
"That's gonna happen no matter what precedes it," I assured him.
I positioned myself above him, my dick leaving a precum trail across his forehead before his tongue lassoed it. His dick easily parted my lips and I sucked his phallus deeply inside my hungry face. The taste of his precum bloomed across my tongue. I sucked harder, pulling all but the last inch into my mouth. I swallowed a few dribbles of his precum before I munched my lips down to his wiry pubic hair. The back of my throat convulsed in a swallowing action, giving his dick a tight massage. My tongue tickled the underside of his fat dick as I pulled slowly away. The additional stimulation on the head of his swollen dick was too much for him. He pushed me away from my oral administrations and stopped sucking my big dick. "You're too good at sucking my dick," he breathed. "I nearly shot my load."
Heeding his warning, I smiled and began licking his heavy ball bag. The lower I licked, the more tempting his asshole looked. Remembering that I promised him the rimming of his life, I set about accomplishing that promise. My tongue burrowed between his ass lips until he granted me entry to his silky-sided love tunnel. He resumed giving me a blowjob, but his pleasurable moans pushed his sucking skills aside. Paul reveled in the rimming he was getting. Thinking I needed the same, he moved his lips to my asshole and started giving me as good as I was giving him.
His dick was jerking against my chest and leaking profusely. I wanted to taste his precum again, so I left his slippery, wet asshole and went back to blowing him. My ass pressed harder against his face. He moaned loudly and tried momentarily to wiggle away. But, with a strangle cry that sounded like, "I'm CUMMING!" he sprayed my sucking mouth with multiple squirts of creamy jizz. I swallowed and kept sucking. He delivered more cream to my hungry mouth as his grunts of pleasure peaked and then slowly subsided.
I rolled away from him long enough to reposition myself behind him. With my well-practiced rimming skills, my tongue forced his ass lips open again, depositing a good portion of the nutt he'd sprayed into my mouth. With his legs on my shoulders, I pressed my very hard, very thick dick against his opening. "Relax," I reminded him. "I want this to be so good that you'll beg to get fucked again and again."
He did his best, but I couldn't get more than half an inch inside him. "Maybe if I sat on it, it would go in more easily," he suggested. We swapped positions on the bed and he straddled my waist. He reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed a tube of lubricant. Smearing a goodly amount on his hole, he eased back onto my 10" ass stretcher.
"Relax," I repeated. He smiled down at me and pressed back. I felt my dickhead suddenly pop inside. He winced and remained motionless for a few seconds. "I can pull out for a little while, if it would help," I volunteered. He shook his head to the negative and wiggled his bubble buns a couple of times. After a deep breath, he pushed down again. A couple of inches of shaft disappeared inside him. "You sure you can take me?" I asked. "My dick is well above average."
"I've had them as long and as thick, but not both at the same time in one beautiful dick," he revealed. "And it's been a while," he added. He leaned over and kissed me. My hands went to his bubble ass and spread his butt cheeks. Magically, another three inches of hard dick slipped into him. "Fuck! You're huge!" he whispered. "And I want it all," he added greedily.
"Take as much time as you need," I allowed. "I gotta lot of jizz for you. The more times we fuck, the more creamy loads of my baby batter you'll get."
"Once I get used to how big you are, I'll want as many loads as you can pump out. How fast can you recover?" he wondered.
"I pump out two loads in less than five minutes," I told him. "And then I need at least 15 minutes before I can blast out another two."
"Really? Two loads back to back?"
"Oh, yeah," I averred. "If I don't squirt out that second load, my dick stays hard for at least 20 minutes before it starts to shrink."
"Wow! How much nutt do you spray when you cum?" he pressed. He leaned back for a moment and more of my thick dick disappeared. He squirmed and wiggled and got the last inch inside. "Damn! You are fuckin' enormous!" After a moment, he started to rise and descend on my upright organ very slowly. I stroked his dick to distract him from the stretching his ass was getting, but he batted my hand away. "With that much dick up my ass, I'm very close to pumping out another load." He paused for a moment and then asked me again, "So, how much do you cum when you nutt?"
"Well, the first time produces between eight and twelve wads. The follow up load generates between six and eight," I added. With my hands on his hips, I pressed him down as I fucked up into him. He winced. "Is that too much too fast?"
"No, you just took me by surprise," he allowed. "You want to roll me onto my back again to make your first delivery?"
"As close as I am right now, I can easily fill you up in the next few seconds in this position," I warned.
"Go for it, Man! Knock me up!" Paul insisted. "Fill me with your baby batter."
I grabbed his hips again and thrust rapidly upwards. My nuts started to churn and tighten. The big spongy head of my dick swelled menacingly. I knew I was within a few seconds of creaming the lining of his love tunnel. "You are gonna get so BRED!" I announced with a final slam upwards. I held his bubble butt down and rammed hard. My dick jerked and jerked in staccato fashion. There was no holding back the flood of warm sperm jetting into him.
"Fuck! I can feel your juice spraying into me. Keep it up! I want all of it!" he begged. "Fuck me, John! Give me all of your hot cum!"
I pounded harder and harder into him. My hips thrashed beneath him as wave after shattering wave of climax blasted over me. I felt more cum pumping into him, coating the inside walls of his eager butt. As more of my dick gravy jetted into him, the lubing effect of so much cum made the fucking slicker and slicker. My climax waned slowly, but my jerking dick didn't decrease the amount of sweet ball juices in each squirt. Finally, my dick stopped firing and I relaxed for a moment.
"Damn, John! That's the biggest load I've ever felt pump into me," he marveled. "You said you have another one for me right away?"
"Yeah, but I need to catch my breath first. The second load gets delivered in the next one to five minutes. You want it in the same position, or you do want to switch to something else?" I asked.
"Let's go back to the first attempt with me on my back and my legs on your shoulders. I wanna be well used and bred with your second load, too" he directed as he slowly pulled off my dick. He flipped on to his back and raised his legs into his chest. His butthole winked at me as a few dribbles of my first load escaped. I pushed his knees into his chest, thus raising his bubble butt ass off the bed. My tongue scored a direct hit when I tasted my load on his rosebud.
The taste of cum and a well-fucked and bred ass makes my dick so stiff. I was already eager to pump out my second load. This only heightened the need. "Gawd, you taste good!" I declared. "If I didn't need to nutt so badly again, I'd eat this ass of yours until you were begging for my dick again."
"I'm already begging!" Paul laughed. "Please breed me again. I love your monster dick spraying a huge load into me. This is so much better than I've ever fantasized about. And I've always wanted to eat cum out of a hot, fucked, and bred hole."
"You're gonna get your wish," I promised as I lapped up the last escaping dribbles of my first load. I aimed my cummy dick at his love tunnel entrance and pushed gently. Without effort, I was inside him again, well lubed by the recent painting of his ass tunnel walls with my baby batter. As I hit bottom, I leaned in and kissed him, sharing the taste of his ass and my cream. He grabbed my ass and kissed me harder, enjoying the special tastes I'd offered.
"You're an amazingly hot fuck," I whispered before returning his voracious kisses. My hips pumped faster and faster. My dick was hammering hard into him and withdrawing to almost the full length before plunging in again. I could feel my nuts start to tighten. I knew the next load would be a big one and probably nearly incapacitate me. A monster climax awaited me.
"Fuck me, John! Don't slow down. Keep pounding my ass. I need your second load so bad!" Paul urged. He needn't remind me of what I was already doing. The chances of me stopping before I loaded his ass again were zero. I was beyond the point of no return and I wasn't stopping for anything. With a howl, I unloaded in him with another big load. I counted the hard jerks of my 10" dick as my hips pulverized his ass. I loaded him with eight squirts of my baby batter.
I had toyed with the idea of a shallow fuck, so I'd have more of my nutt to eat out of his bubble butt after my climax, but that wasn't happening. I was too deep inside him and well into my squirting climax before I recalled anything like an idea that didn't involve breeding him hard and deep.
"Yeah, Man! Breed me!" Paul shouted. "I can feel you fill me up. Fuck me harder. Give me more of your seed, Baby!"
As my climax waned, I broke the kiss that had sealed our lips as tightly as his hungry ass had squeezed my pistoning dick. I slowly pulled away, but Paul grabbed my ass and pulled me back in deep. "I wanna cum while you fuck me, so keep pounding that hole, Man!" he begged as he stroked his dick.
"Let me know when you're really close," I asked. "I wanna suck you off. We don't want any spilled cum tonight."
Less than a minute later, his precum began leaking abundantly. I knew he was close. "Cumming!" he moaned. I bent over and sucked the head of his swollen dickhead between my lips. That motion pulled all but the head of my dick and a couple inches of the thick shaft out of his ass. His butt cheeks spasmed around my dick as he shot off a good load. I swallowed hungrily, enjoying every spurt of his delicious cream. "Fuck, YEAH!" he exulted as his climax hit a peak and slowly subsided.
As his dick started to shrink in my mouth, I pushed my dick all the way into him again. But, my dick was also starting to lose its starch. I pulled out and kissed him, sharing his sperm.
"I wanna taste your cum," Paul said when he broke the kiss. "Turn around."
I did as instructed. His tongue immediately began cleaning off my dick. Not one to be idle while getting my dick sucked, I kissed his ass and started to lick up my leaking loads from his well-fucked asshole. The more I licked, the more leaked out. Clearly, I'd filled him up really well with two monster loads.
After we'd finished with load clean-up, Paul suggested dinner. Not knowing the city as well as I did, he deferred to my judgment. With a leisurely dinner behind us, we returned to his hotel for another round of breeding. That continued through the night with six more loads delivered into his ass and two loads into his mouth. I sucked down two more of his loads.
When I took him to the airport the next morning, he promised that he'd be back in Portland for additional work on the movie as well as getting several more of my creamy loads pumped up his ass. And he promised to have current test results, in case I needed to get fucked. I didn't promise anything, but he's definitely the type of man I'd bottom for.
That second breeding happened a month later. But, that's another tale.