"ROOM 269" from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
Jo signed 'R.Aul' at the window and paid the eight bucks entry. He was wary of giving his real name here; after all, who knew who might have access to their records, now or in the future, voluntarily or involuntarily jeopardizing his job should the wrong party discover that he frequented such places. Never too safe, he thought, as he climbed the stairs to the second floor following the cute, little Latin-looking attendant they gave the key to before buzzing Jo into the inner sanctum of the 'tubs.'
Surrounded by towel-donning men staring at Jo's god-like good looks, the attendant opened 269, and gave Jo the key, some lube, some condoms and a towel. Jo tipped him a buck, then went into 269 leaving the conga line of flesh behind him, noticing a cute blond cruise by out of the corner of his eye as he did so. The blond smiled at him as the door shut.
Always horny, Jo hadn't had great sex since he left on his business trip over a week ago. Fresh off the plane, he had taken the taxi straight to the tubs to avoid any possible confrontation with his lover. He always traveled lightly. His one bag fit easily into the drawer under the makeshift bed. He and his lover hadn't had sex with each other for over a year, and Jo needed sex. Lots of sex. And often.
Jo threw the clothes into the drawer under the bed, locked it and put the pillow in the middle of the bed. Nude, he turned the lights down and opened the door wide. With lube and poppers on the night stand, he lay down on his stomach facing the door with his glorious ass high in the air on top of the pillow. This was his favorite way of getting it. He knew he would, cuz at 25, after having worked out a few years in the gym he looked better than he ever had, and that was damned good. 6' even, lily-white skin, black hair cut short and blue eyes were accented by sharp, Roman features he inherited from his Italian parents. He never used it, but his dick was a 10 incher, and thick to boot with a big finger-thick vein crawling down the top to the mushroom shaped head. His buns were among the most fuckable most people who topped him ever got.
The blond was gone, but instantly an older, handsome muscle type with a black mustache started eyeing Jo. His arms must have been at least 17 inches. The bod was that of a gym goer. Wasting no time, he came over to the door and looked straight at Jo, getting an instant smile. Stepping in, Jo stuck his left hand under the towel and felt for meat. Seven inches, tops and not thick. Jo waved and the bod went on his way. A troll with glasses had been looking on, and he entered almost as soon as the first guy had left. Shit, Jo thought, not one of those nights. The guy was in his fifties, but at least thin--and dark, sort of Latin looking, with glasses. Jo felt for meat not expecting to find anything, and found something he knew he could start the night off with. Great fuck, Jo thought, but too old and he got up to go to the bathroom.
All cleaned up, he returned to his favorite position. Four or five minutes worth of men walked by, some inciting Jo's 'later' signal, others just eyeing his beautiful ass, when Jo saw the blond come by again. He was cuter than Jo remembered, but Jo wasn't much into blondes--he never had luck finding huge meat on a blond boy. Just big wasn't big enough usually to arouse Jo. He liked donkey dicks.
The blond boy leaned against the wall as Jo looked him over, and started rubbing his crotch. It looked interesting, for sure. About 5'10", schoolboy good looks in a Nordic sort of way were topped by straight, silky blond hair, cut mid length. The boy's lean, tight body showed veins running down large, cut calves and dominating his well muscled, sinewy arms. He played with the lump under his towel for about five minutes, looking right into Jo's eyes teasingly, but obviously turned on as he stared intently at Jo's buns. The blond stud finally entered the room, closing the door behind him without giving Jo a chance to make his preliminary feel for meat. In a flash, the towel was on the night stand.
"Pete. Pete Olsen. Just call me Pete."
"Like gettin' it, huh?" "Yup."
"Good."
Jo stared and thought 'Wow!' as his pulse quickened. Not quite as big as Jo, Pete's cock was beautiful, with thick veins running up and down it just like the rest of his cut up body. Jo stuck as much of it in his mouth as would fit, feeling the veins that criss-crossed it as the dick began to swell in his mouth and creep down Jo's throat. A good nine inches plus when hard, Pete pulled his dick out of Jo's mouth as Jo began to choke too hard on it. Pete didn't want to see him vomit on his dick like the guy in the room next door had. He wanted it easy, loose and open.
"Ya loosened up enough to get it? I know ya just got here. I saw ya come in." He fingered Jo's hole.
"Mmmmmmmm." Jo was ready all right, as the stud climbed on top of him and stuck it in. Jo knew in an instant that the boy was a good top. He started slowly, taking his time, saving the rough stuff for when HE was good and ready.
"I need the poppers." Jo said.
"OK. I don't do 'em myself." He said grabbing them from the stand and laying them in front of Jo's face. Jo took a hit as Pete started to butt fuck deep and fast. For a minute he pumped at a speed that would kill most older men. Most men never got this far into Jo at all without giving it up to him, and Jo was in ecstasy feeling his hole get stretched out.
"Fuck me." Jo moaned over and over.
"I intend to. Nice man's ass, ya got, dude. I'm really gonna get into this piece. Hope ya don't mind if I take my time, here. Do ya like it when I fast-pump the way I just did?"
"For sure." Jo loved it.
On and off, he fast-pumped Jo for about a half hour, then pulled his cock out. Jo moaned, as Pete spread Jo's cheeks and started to lick. His tongue hard and probing, Jo reached down to his dick and started stroking himself. It only took a few strokes with Pete's tongue hard and deep to make Jo's cum spread all over his rock hard stomach as he moaned and groaned, rolling his ass onto the boy's rock-hard tongue, in heaven, clamping tight around Pete's demanding butt washer.
Getting back on Jo's back, Pete started to stroke his cock.
"I gotta take a break. I can't after I come."
"No way, dude. Take a hit." The blond wanted it bad.
Demanding bastard, Jo thought. Well, he's good enough at topping and not too huge, so Jo decided to give it a go. Pete rammed it in hard this time when he mounted, making Jo scream as his head hit the wall in front of him. Fast-pumping him for over ten minutes, Pete grabbed Jo's hair, and whispered: "I'm almost ready. I want you to start clamping down hard on my cock with your muscles, just like you did my tongue, but only when I tell you to. Get ready. I'm almost there."
Jo wondered what he meant by almost ready, when finally, after five more minutes of fast, hard strokes Pete said: "Now."
Jo clamped down hard, making Pete shoot what must have been quite a wad as he screamed louder than anybody Jo had ever heard while cumming then slumped down hard over Jo's spread, sweating, flexed lats.
Pete leaned over and kissed Jo, then opened the door. A crowd had gathered to listen at the door, and waving back at Jo, Pete left the tiny room saying to one of the guys: "Great ass in there, dude." He walked away slowly. Time for another shower, then another stud.
A black guy with a light beard in the crowd smiled at Pete's comment. Jo noticed he had a big bulge where his cock was. Not bad looking either, the guy was about 40 and had well-developed pecs, washboard abs and an extremely well kept, tight, muscular body. He was holding something in his hand as he came towards Jo. Jo felt under his towel...just what he was in the mood for! The guy was at least a foot long, his cockhead hung down straight to his knee--and he was semihard! Holy shit, Jo got a hardon just thinking about it. Here was his donkey dick. Jo smiled up at him.
"Jimmy."
"Marco."
"OK, Michael, let's have a smoke," he said as he closed the door and draped his towel over the knob. Damn, that cock was gorgeous! Few and far between, Jo thought to himself.
"Great cock, Jimmy." Jo said sitting up in the bed. Jimmy sat beside him, took a bottle of poppers out of his hand and put them on the table next to Jo's. He lit the cigarette, and Jo knew he was going to need it, though he didn't smoke often. He helped Jimmy finish it. By then he was so turned on staring at Jimmy's huge and growing endowment, he started to go down on Jimmy's monstrous dick. It tasted great, not like other black men Jo had had. It choked Jo, but trying hard he got it to scratch deep down his straining throat, spitting up mucous each time he lifted his head, getting Jimmy nice and hard--and slippery. Jimmy took a hit and gave some to Jo, who started really getting into cock sucking, an activity he rarely enjoyed. Jimmy was enjoying it, too, fingering Jo's bubble butt in anticipation as Jo pointed his ass straight up into the air. No subtle hints here--it was very obvious what each was into. Jimmy loved to fuck, and his tool often got him in bed with the best studs around. He lifted Jo's head and kissed him deeply. Jo shot some precum, but Jimmy was too intense in sucking Jo's model face to notice.
"I'm gonna do you good, Michael. You got a great bod." Jimmy said. Joe could only think he'd never been turned on like this before. "I want you to kneel down on the bed, put your head and chest on it with your ass high in the air, Michael." Jimmy stood up on the bed, his heavy tool dropping down and whacking his knee. Jo obeyed.
"Now arch your back and relax. I like it deep and loose, guy." Jimmy rested his hand at the base of Jo's spine where he could make sure the muscles were relaxing.
Jimmy took a hit and gave one to his butt toy. Jo braced and concentrated on loosening up as much as he could as Jimmy standing up on the bed and kneeling down slipped his tool past Jo's crack slowly straight down into his deep insides. Jo took it all, thinking to himself what a greedy fuckin' bitch he was! But it felt unbelievable. Jimmy liked it slow, and each thrust down he'd go deep, all the way to the base of his cock and touch his big balls against that dick kissin' butthole, then bring it up all the way, leaving only the tip of the head connected lovingly to his new found bottom man.
"Great, great!" He sighed as Jo began to moan. A few more hits and Jo was feeling pain and pleasure he'd never experienced before. He kept giving of himself the way he never had before, he'd never had it so demanding! His throat still sore, mucous started to roll out his nose as he started to cry with each demanding stud-man thrust of the monster cock...He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it as his back started to arch upward; the pain was just as unbearable as the pleasure. His twat starting to clamp up, Jimmy withdrew his tool suddenly.
"Great butt, I almost came; don't want to yet. I want some more of that ass o' yours."
Jo was still crying as he sat down next to Jimmy, ogling at the huge piece of flesh he had just experienced.
"Nobody ever got me like that before. Jimmy, I could fall in love with this. "
Jimmy let Jo fondle his big meat as they smoked, Jo whimpering lightly, his bod hurting. Jo wiped his towel across the accumulated muck on his face and they talked for about half an hour afterwards. Jo learned Jimmy had had a lover, but the kid left after a few years. He lived alone in Brooklyn. Jo wanted to leave his lover, Mark, then and there and live with this stud forever. But there were too many other complicating issues to be dealt with first. For one, they owned the apartment they lived in together.
Jo noticed Jimmy was getting hard again. They finished another cigarette. Aching, he assumed the position and Jimmy pumped Jo into a frenzy higher than before, pumping away at his round ass for over an hour. Sweat was rolling off both of them into Jo's eyes, which were watery with tears as he groaned and cried under Jimmy's relentless, demanding huge dick. Sure he could take no more, he felt something swelling up deep down, right next to where Jimmy hit home with each thrust. Jo started some serious groaning as it came up into his head. Surprising both of them, Jo exploded with cum flowing everywhere, hitting him in the face and spreading all over the wall in front of them. Totally unexpected, he never felt such an intense orgasm before. But what was really special was that he hadn't so much as touched himself. His dick was swinging freely in the air and shooting cum all over. Jimmy had made him cum just by banging him, and Jimmy, realizing this, shot his load deep inside his man toy. Both men were exhausted, hot and sweaty. Jimmy slowed his meat out of his mouth, and kissed Jo, his beard tickling him.
"I ain't cum all night. I almost never get to. Nobody could do that yet. I'm gonna get some more smokes. Be right back. Let me in when I knock, OK? I want some more, if that's a'right with you."
Jo didn't hear a word. He was spent to the max as Jimmy closed the door behind him. Jo fell asleep in the puddle under his head and took a nap. When he woke he saw the sheet on the bed bunched up in a corner. His lube was empty and he ached all over, but felt somehow satisfied and peaceful. And horny. Jo got up, and left his room without his towel on; he held the poppers in his left hand with his keys dangling underneath to go look for his Jimmy, who he guessed was probably giving it to some other hunk by now. He didn't care, as long as Jimmy gave it to Jo, too.
Jo was getting stared at seriously. He peeked into each open door with anticipation, roaming the second floor corridor but found no Jimmy, and only trolls in the other rooms. He climbed up to the third floor and did the same, when one of the last doors opened revealed a beautiful, tall black man about Jo's age. Jimmy had put Jo in a black- man mood, and Jo walked straight in. Closing the door behind him, Jo saw another beautiful piece of huge black dick as the boy pulled the towel from over his crotch. A good eleven inches, and as thick as Jo. He wore a gold chain around his neck, and at the end was fashioned in gold a sort of noose.
"That mean anything?" Jo pointed to the noose, wondering if the guy was a sadist or something.
"A friend gave it to me. It's supposed to mean 'hung'; get it?"
"Oh." Jo's cock was stirring, but the aches in his bod made him wonder if he could take any more. He decided to try, and climbed on the man ready to suck his cock. This time he'd have to control the pace. He reached over to get some lube for his own dick.
"Give me the rubber on the table, please."
Jo did, and lubed up as the boy capped his dick with the biggest bag Jo ever saw. This was usually a turn off for Jo, but Jo was by now well into the heat of passion, and determined to get all the meat he could that night.
Bearing down on a strong hit of poppers, he sat on the boy, feeling in complete control for the first time that night. But his cock was so big, and Jo so turned on that after only a few trips up and down that pole, Jo grabbed his own lubricated dick and came.
"It happens. I'm Tony."
Jo learned Tony was indeed a model, taking in his physical beauty as they talked. Tony was about 6'5", well built but not overly muscular with a large Grecian nose, huge hands and at least size 12 feet. And he was the first black man Jo ever saw with blue eyes. They exchanged phone numbers; more than a formality, Jo rarely offered his unless the other party seemed real interested in getting together again, as they usually don't. Tony lived in Jersey, but Jo figured they'd get together somehow, maybe at Jimmy's! The thought got him horny again. As he started to get hard, Tony said "Get on your back."
Spent beyond belief, Jo flung his legs over the stud's shoulders into the air and grabbed for the poppers as Tony deep thrust Jo. Jo took hit after hit, determined to make Tony cum, and Tony used Jo's bod slowly determined to make this bottom work for it. Humping for over an hour, Jo came all over his stomach. His legs were sore.
"You're messed up with gook."
"Want me to go wash up? Be right back. Let me in?" Not waiting for an answer, Jo rushed for the washroom. He decided to go douche and headed down the three flights of stairs. He felt sure Tony would wait on him. After all, how many guys can make love the way Jo can, using up such a big piece of meat to the max, and he knew very few were as cute as he was. No conceit, just truth.
Jo showered and douched. He was sore, but there was a steady flow of hot men coming and going into the sauna, pool and whirlpool that made up the center of basement activity. Jo decided the hot whirlpool would relax him and give him a chance to rest as he window-shopped for more cock. Jo knew it always helped ready him for more. He sat in the hot- tub and leaned his gorgeous head back.
"Hi Lestor." It was a friend he knew from years back--and a great fuck too. Lestor was Polish, and had a crew cut. His tit had been pierced since Jo saw him last, but he still had that big, uncut sausage.
"Horny? "
"You know me. Wanna come up to my room?" Lestor sucked Jo until they were both seeing stars. Jo came two, three times...he couldn't really remember. By now he was dry cuming, and he wasn't sure if he was actually cuming though the spasms he was going through were just as pleasurable to them both. Lestor was holding off, though. He'd sucked all night, but hadn't gotten excited enough to come, so he wanted it to be as Intense as he could make it. Lestor liked it rough and knew from experience that Jo could take it, so he decided to suck the way he wanted, but he usually held back, to make himself come. Jo grabbed Lestor's round ass cheeks in both hands as he tried to stay open, Lestor brutally thrusting hard and fast into Jo's canal. Lestor started to breath in rhythm with his thrusts, and with each thrust into Jo's mouth completed he let out a grunt. He grunted louder and louder, and after five minutes of real rough sex took his pleasure from Jo plugging his mouth full of fresh, juicy cum. Letting go of his tanned cheeks, Jo pulled Lestor down to him and kissed him deeply. Lestor opened Jo's mouth and spat in it. Jo swallowed with gusto.
"Yum, yum."
"Woof. You keep that up, I'm gonna have to do you again."
This time out of 269, Jo went for a swim. It was six in the morning, and he was tired, but still horny, so he renewed his room for another six hours. What the hell, it was Saturday, and he figured some of the hornier, hotter fuckers would still be about. Besides, it was just about the time the twinkies and guppies completely deserted the place and went home to their teddy bears leaving the tubs to the hard core sex fiends. Jo wanted cock. He went back upstairs and lay face down on his bed, ass ready and high in the air. Not so fussy anymore, he would take anybody now. He wanted it bad.
In a half sleep, his bod aching, Jo dreamt of how Jimmy had banged him silly, and after an hour woke up with a hard-on. He went down to the basement to sit in the whirlpool, stopping in the orgy room along the way. Empty. Going back to 269, he lay down on his back. He was thinking of leaving when Jimmy appeared out of nowhere.
"Knew I'd come back, didn't ya?" He sat next to the reclining god. Jimmy took his towel off.