It was a standard Friday in the office. I'm always in a good mood on Fridays because it's the last day of the working week and today was no exception. I returned from a long lunch and having no work to do and simply watching the clock count down to 5pm, I logged onto Grindr to pass the time. I started chatting to two guys at once. One guy was at work in an office nearby while the other, a German student, was shopping nearby. The 'Office Guy' as we'll call him was having exactly the same day as me - a very dull Friday afternoon with no work to do. He sent through some pics and was fairly attractive. He told me he was the only person in his entire office today because everyone else was at a conference and that he was really bored, and really horny. He told me he was actually jacking off at his desk which I didn't believe but then he sent me a photo of him doing exactly that. When I saw a photo of his long, thick cock I became pretty horny too. He suggested I come to his office to have some fun. While I do enjoy risky situations this seemed a bit too risky and I told him so. He assured me that he was the only person there and there was a quiet, private, unused lockable office we could use. He told me if anyone happened to turn up he could simply say I was a new customer (as I was dressed in business attire myself). He sent me his location and seeing it was actually only a 10 minute walk I threw caution to the wind and thought what the hell.
I discretely left my desk to 'go to a meeting' (which was sort of true!) and headed towards his office. He gave me very clear directions which helped as I was very nervous and we kept each other updated as to timing and location which usually means they're not a time-wasting nut case. When I took the lift up to his floor I was almost shaking I was so nervous. He met me at the entrance to his office suite and invited me in. He looked exactly like his photos - attractive, but not stunning. He was quite masculine which Im really attracted to - if I walked past him on the street I would not think he was gay. I could actually see his cock through his pants as it was obvious he was already hard. True to his word the office as completely deserted and he led me to a disused corner office with the blinds drawn and the door locked. I was really turned on by this, more so because it was like something from a porno and it was just so fleeting and hot (I didn't even know his name).
Knowing what I was in for as soon as he locked the door behind him I sank to my knees and he took out his cock to feed to me. It was even better than it looked in the photos - thick, long and hard. I quickly and eagerly deep throated the entire thing. He grabbed the back of my head and held his cock in my throat moaning in pleasure. Im a pretty submissive bottom so guys dominating me like this really turns me on. I tried to concentrated on breathing through my nose as my entire mouth and throat were full of this big thick cock. He started fucking my mouth and like a good bottom I kept up with the deep throating. I started licking his big balls while he slapped my face with his big cock. I was in sub bottom heaven.
He surprised me by then standing me up and pulling my cock out and switching positions. He was actually a pretty good cocksucker for someone who seemed like a total dom top. He then spun me around and dug his tongue into my hole which made me gasp with pleasure - I love being rimmed. I jacked my own cock while he rimmed me and suddenly realised how incredibly hot this was - being in a strange office on a Friday afternoon having sex with someone I don't even know.
He then said he wanted to rim me while I sucked his cock which of course I happily obliged. It was quite difficult to manoeuvre while we were both wearing business clothes without taking out shoes and pants off (as we wanted to have a quick getaway in case of emergency) but we actually managed it and I was soon kneeling on top of him once again sinking his cock down my throat while his tongue explored my hole. I considered whether we would be able to fuck as I love taking big dicks but the logistics of it were too difficult and we didn't have any lube or condoms anyway (or any way to clean up if it got messy). After a few minutes his moaning increased and I knew he was close to coming. He asked me if I wanted his load down my throat and being the hungry bottom I am I begged for his. He started gasping and I kept just the head of his cock in my mouth so I could taste his load rather than it just shooting down my throat. He shot a huge, delicious load into my mouth which I hungrily ate up, swirling his cum around my mouth before swallowing the whole thing and then milking every last drop of his cum directly onto my tongue. He then pulled me in for a kiss tasting his own cum on my tongue and lips. I find this incredibly hot when guys do this and I started jerking myself off getting very close, very quickly. He grabbed an empty waste paper basket for me to shoot into while french kissing me, savouring the taste of his load into my mouth. I shot my own load into the bin so there was no mess. We lay there together, catching our breath for a minute before we realised where we were and that it was the middle of the afternoon.
We straightened ourselves and out clothes up and I said goodbye to him, leaving his office less than 20 minutes after I had arrived. The entire thing was so anonymous and so erotic. I headed back to the office, fixing my hair in the lift mirror and trying to look as if I hadn't just had sex as I returned to my desk and casually kept working. If only my boring coworkers knew what I had just done I thought to myself. I controlled my smug grin and checked my emails and phone to see if work had come up while I was away. It hadn't.
I still had about an hour before I could leave for the day and was on Cloud 9. The weekly Friday afternoon drinks had begun so I grabbed a beer at my desk to celebrate my afternoon. I suddenly remembered that while I was talking to Office Guy I hadn't responded to the german student I had also been talking to at the same time. I logged back onto Grindr (there was a message from Office Guy 5 minutes after I had left his office saying 'that was really hot - we should do that again') and saw that German student was still online, but no longer nearby. I apologised profusely for not responding to his last message and that 'something had come up at work' (again, somewhat true!). He was very friendly and keen to meet up (and cute - I have such a thing for accents). He mentioned that he had just got home and would be home alone for a few hours while his housemate was at work and asked if I wanted to come around after work. I had dinner plans so knew I wouldnt have a huge amount of time (and told him this) but calculated the numbers and worked out that if I left work a little early I would have about 45 minutes with his before I had to head home to get changed and head out for dinner. I communicated this to him and he was really keen so I started planning to early escape from work and then vanished out the door just before 5pm. Even with peak hour traffic I managed to get to his place fairly quickly and he met me at his front door. I could tell he was both super nervous and didn't do this very often as he really wasn't sure what to do when I got there so I took control. He was cuter than in his photos and I loved his accent. He had told me his was a vers bottom and I had jokingly said we could toss a coin to work out who would fuck who. We went into his bedroom where there was an unopened packet of condoms and lube that he explained he had gone out to buy as soon as I said I was coming over. He was really cute and I was keen to get down to some action.
I pushed him onto the bed and started kissing him deeply, my tongue exploring his. We rolled around on the bed together and I could feel his erection pressing into my hips through his workout shorts. I quickly pulled his top off to reveal a slim and smooth body which really turned me on - I don't really like body hair. I ripped his shorts off to reveal a German brand of sexy underwear that I didn't recognise but I did recognise his erection straining through the material. Releasing his cock from its fabric prison revealed a nice size uncut cock - not too big or too small. I eagerly deep throated the entire thing to which he gasped. The entire time I was there he had this doe-eyed look of amazement and awe on his face like he had won the lottery and this was the prize. He kept saying to me in his thick German accent 'you're so hot. This is amazing!' which just turned me on more. We switched positions and he started licking the head of my cock. He then put the head into his mouth and tried to take as much as possible but was struggling. I instructed him to concentrate on breathing through his nose only and I gently placed my hands on the back of his head and eased a few more inches down his throat. He was doing really well and with my guidance soon had my entire 7" down his throat. I groaned in pleasure.
It was clear from the foreplay that I was going to have to be the dominate one in this session if we were going to get anywhere, especially given my limited timeframe. Knowing he was a ver bottom I spun him around onto his stomach to see what kind of hole I would be dealing with. prying apart his cheeks, to my delight I found a completely hairless, very clean hole that looked like it had been freshly shaved/neeted but without any redness or stuble. If this guy didn't have many hook-ups, he sure knew how to prepare himself for them! I hungrily dug my tongue deep into his hole which sent him into moans of ectasy. He had a beautiful hole - clean, sweet and tight. Exactly what I like. He spun me around so we could sixty nine - him deepthroating my cock while I explored his hole. It was pretty clear where this was heading. After a bit of this I slid out from on top of him, turned around to kiss him deeply, looked him straight into the eyes and said 'Can I fuck you?'. Still wide-eyed he replied 'yes please'. I grabbed a condom and some lube and thought about the best position to start off with.
Now, I don't top all that often. I much prefer to bottom. The big difference for me is that while I'm getting bottom and I have to control myself not to come (i.e. constantly on the edge) and can come at the drop of a hat, but when I top unless the guy is so tight that I can barely enter him, there's not enough friction around my cock to get me to come (or even be on the edge), so I tend to get bored after a while as it doesn't really do anything for me. I now so fussed as to which position I'm in when I'm topping (its far more important when Im bottoming). I like to be comfortable, I like there to be some friction around my cock, and I also like to have a connection with the bottom (so doggy doesn't really do it for me). I flipped the german guy onto his back. lubed up my cock and his beautiful hole and slowly pushed my cock into him while maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. He seemed to like that. His mouth opened into a silent 'O' while I slid inside him - once I was in all the way and could feel my pubes pushed up against his hole he exhaled, relaxing. This guy was a good bottom. There was no wincing, no gasps and no hesitation. Just a nice, slow, passionate entrance. I slowly started sliding my cock in and out of him, maintaining the eye contact the whole time. His big brown eyes were beautiful. I lent in to kiss him deeply and then whispered into his ear 'say something to me in German'. He hesitated for a moment to which I increased the depth of my strokes and he started a string of incoherent German that I couldn't understand but it turned me on nonetheless.
Suddenly noticing the big wardrobe mirror next to his bed gave me an idea. I pulled out and flipped him onto his hands and knees in front of the mirror and got behind him. He seemed a bit disappointed to be losing our connection of eye contact and looked down at the bed so I grabbed his hair and pulled his head upright facing the mirror so he could see me behind him and then quickly entered him maintaing the eye contact. He soon got my idea. It was really hot. Rather than destroying his hole I kept up the smooth, slow, deep rhythmic fucking. We tried a few different positions (such as on our sides, and him kneeling on top of me but wound up back where we started, with him on his back and me on top of him. I decreased the speed but increased the depth of my strokes, pulling my cock out until onto the tip of the head was inside him, teasing him for a few seconds and then plunging the entire length deep inside him. He would pant slightly in anticipation of the impaling and then gasp when I sunk my length back into him. He kept shaking his head in disbelief - he was really enjoying this.
I eventually pulled out of him for good telling him I wanted to come and getting the sense he did too. I told him that while I was happy to top for him, I wanted his load all over me. He happily agreed and we started jacking out cocks furiously together. I always wait for the other guy(s) to come first and blow their load all over me as it really sends me over the edge. Within about 30 seconds his panting increased and his knelt over me. I pulled him in for a deep, aggressive kiss as I felt multiple ropes of thick, hot, sticky German cum spraying across my chest and stomach. He shot a huge load - probably 7 or 8 shots and then used his dick to smear it all around my chest. Looking down and seeing the cum glistening on my smooth body quickly sent me over the edge and I shot a decent load (considering I had blown only 3 hours earlier) that mixed in with his. We collapsed on the bed together in each others arms to catch our breath, our naked bodies smearing the cum between us.
When I caught my breath I realised I had probably been at his place a lot longer than the 45 minute schedule I had. Grabbing my phone I saw I had been there for about an hour. I told the German guy I was sorry but I really had to get home so we jumped into the shower quickly together to wash the cum off our bodies (which by now had started to dry and harden), continuing our make out session. I dressed and thanked him for the last hour. He was a pleasant surprise - I didn't expect him to be as cute or as eager as he was and he had one of the nicest holed I have ever explored.
I caught the tram home and messaged my dinner date explaining I would be slightly late. Knowing I had very little time I grabbed a celebratory beer from the fridge and jumped in the shower for a proper clean and douche. Let me explain the reason. My dinner date was a black guy I had been trying to tune for a month. I don't know what it is about black guys but I find them incredibly attractive - more so than any other race. I think its the fact that I grew up in a completely caucasian world (I didn't make a non-caucasian friend until late high school!) and that it was so exotic and forbidden that made them so appealing (and there were so few where I lived). I had been talking to this guy online for a while and had met up for coffee with him a few weeks earlier. I think he was from South Africa. He had a slight accent and was really hot but unfortunately was a dull as dish water. He was studying a PHD and while undoubtedly intelligent, was really not interesting. I had made it pretty clear that I was only after one thing and he had made it pretty clear that he was not after that so I thought it wasn't going to go anywhere but he had still agreed to meet up for coffee a few weeks ago and we got over the first hurdle fairly easily - there was an obvious physical attraction and the conversation had flowed relatively easily. I had been trying to progress things but he was constantly making excuses about being too busy with study. I was about to give up as it was becoming more trouble than it was worth just to try and bed him when he eventually said 'im free this Friday night'. He has suggested going out to dinner somewhere which I was trying to avoid as I didn't really want to spend the time or money in a restaurant full of people making small talk for hours. I knew he lived by himself so as we were trying to agree on what to do I rather cheekily asked 'so what are the chances of us going back to your place after dinner?' to which he replied 'we can go back and watch a movie at my place after if you want but be aware I'm not looking for a hook-up'. I said that sounded great and I would try and keep my hands to myself knowing full well that 'watching a movie' at someones house usually led to hooking up anyway. I pretended to have difficulty picking somewhere for dinner so he suggested instead that I just come straight o his house and we get some take-away while we watched the movie. This solved multiple problems at once so I immediately agreed. I asked if I could bring anything, like a bottle of wine (to get us in the mood) to which he replied that he didn't drink. This helped explain the dullness. I pretended I didn't really drink either and we agreed on a time.
Anyway, I finished my beer and getting ready and jumped in the car for the short drive to his house. He had a really nice apartment - small but very nicely decorated. He seemed a bit nervous about what to do with me there (I got the feeling he rarely entertained much less had random boys over) whereas I was quite relaxed and confident after the adventures of the last few hours. We ordered some take-away to be delivered and put on a fairly mindless rom-com movie. After eating dinner I slowly but deliberately made some subtle moves, just placing my hand on his knee, sitting slightly closer to him, things like that (just like you would see in a movie). I got absolutely no response from him - he sat there like a stone and didn't even look away at the TV. This guy was hard work. I wasn't sure if he wasn't interested or just didn't know how to react - perhaps he wasn't used to guys being so forward with him.
The movie finished around 10pm and I was about to give up, go home and forget I've ever met this guy when I decided to give it one last shot. As he turned the TV off and turned to me I lent over the kissed him. He didn't pull back and turn away but he didn't really respond or get into it either - he just sat there with my lips pressed against his. I sat back with a confused look on my face and said to him 'I find you very hard to read'. He asked what I meant and I said 'I don't know what you want and I don't really know why I'm here'. He explained to my that he was just looking for friends and nothing more. I found it very odd that he would look for friends in a guy who was clearly only after one thing and we would unlikely be friends anyway because we were so different. I apologised for being so forward when it was clearly not what he was looking for, explaining that I had trouble controlling myself because I was really attracted to him (which was true - physically I really was). This seemed to trigger a bit of a change in him. I leant in for one more kiss before planning to leave and he surprised me by opening his mouth and placing his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deeper kiss. He had those beautiful thick lips that african people have - thick, full and luscious. I was very confused about what was happening but interested to see where it would lead. Our tongues explored each others mouths and our hands started roaming around each others heads and upper bodies. He was a good kisser. I kept waiting for him to pull back and tell me I should leave but he didn't so I kept at it to see where it would go. I straddled him on the sofa, passionately yet aggressively french kissing him and gently grinding my hips into his. I could start to feel a sense pressing into my stomach that he was enjoying it too. I didn't say anything as I didn't want to break the connection or allow him to change his mind so I just kept slowly pushing it to see how far I would get, knowing this would be the last time I ever saw this guy. I still fully expected him to stop at any second but, while he wasn't overly passionate, he was enjoying it and giving me just as much as I was giving him.
Our hands started exploring under each others clothes and which became a bit tricky fully clothed on a sofa. I looked deep into his big brown eyes and asked 'can we go to the bedroom?' He had a different look in his eyes now - gone was the measured, sensible and cautious nature I knew of him - it was now replaced with a very primal lust. After all, he was a man, and men have needs. Whatever intentions he had to 'not have a hook up' were replaced with a desire to have sex with me right now. Without even speaking, he stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. His bedroom, like the rest of his house was beautiful. I quickly started pulling his clothes off as he did with mine as he continued to kiss each others bodies and rub whatever we could get our hands on.
Now, you'd be aware of the stereotype of black guys being well-hung. I've slept with quite a few black guys and this rumour is almost always true. My very favourite part of having sex with a black guy is what I call 'the reveal'. Where, after a fair bit of heavy petting he pulls down his underwear and his big black cock flops out, usually met with a gasp of delight from me. Hoping the stereotype would continue to be true tonight, as he took his pants off standing on the floor next to the bed and lay on my stomach on the bed facing him so my head was near his crotch where I could see a bulge pushing against his underwear. Hungrily I looked up at him and I think he got the message. He slowly peeled down his underwear and I was all ready for 'the reveal'. Inches away from my face a big, thick, black dick flopped out. I can't think of many situations I would rather be in that the one I was in now. I was in heaven and eagerly opened my mouth wide as he fed his black monster down my throat. I've had some pretty massive black cocks in my time and this was right up there in terms of size. Perhaps he didn't have a lot of sex because he was a bit embarrassed about his big cock in that others might struggle with it but I was in my element. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and opening my throat as he pushed more and more inches in. He started to moan softly, one of the few sounds he had made since he had told me he was 'just looking for friends'. When I'm getting into it I know I can suck cock pretty well and I was certainly into this. He peeled off my underwear, flipping my over so he could 69 me. I was in heaven. For someone who didn't have a lot of sex he could suck cock well.
One of my little party tricks with a guy is trying to work out if he's a top or a bottom without asking. There's various little 'tells' that guys have that will give you clues. For example, a top is going to be far less interested in having their ass played with than a bottom. Similarly, a top is far more likely to go after the other guys ass than a bottom is. I always pray a black guy is going to be a top as I think a black bottom is just weird and unnatural (a bit like an Asian top). I've topped a couple of black guys before and it was just a bit odd. I subtly straddled him on the bed, gently grinding my butt into his crotch while kissing him. He seemed to enjoy this. I didn't initiate any ass play with him as I really didn't want to fuck him (nor did I think he would want me to) but he also didn't initiate anything with me. He did however push me onto my back, spread my legs and leaning over me, start to slide his big black monster up and down my ass cheeks. I linked my ankles together behind his back - there wasn't much more of an indication I could give that I was a bottom! Being fairly confident in my guessing I looked him in the eye and whispered 'please tell me you are a top?' Without uttering a sound he looked me straight back and gave a small but definite nod and a smile. He was completely taken over by lust now and I could tell I now had the upper hand in getting the outcome I wanted from tonight. I whispered to him again 'can you fuck me?'. He replied in a rather disappointed voice 'I dont have any condoms'.
I was a boy scout when I was a child and the scouts motto was 'be prepared'. I'd much rather be carrying around something I didn't need than missing something I did. In preparing for this exact moment earlier that day I had thrown a condom into my wallet. I hadn't expected to need it as I didn't think this guy was interested in sex but I thought, what the hell, I may as well. I'd even cheekily grabbed an 'extra large' condom because of the stereotype only. Boy was I glad I had taken this step! With a wry smile I looked up and said to him 'I've got one with me'. He smiled and I knew exactly what to do. I quickly found my wallet in my pants and pulled out the condom before he could change his mind. He surprisingly had some lube and a towel handy (I guess he jerked off even if he didn't have much sex). I slid back into my favourite position (on my back with him on top of me), spread my legs and tried to relax my hole, knowing what was coming next as he put on the condom and lubed up both his cock and my hole. I begged him to go slowly, politely pointing out the glaring fact that he had a massive cock. Now completely hard, it was even bigger and thicker than during 'the reveal'. He understood this and very slowly started to slide his monster inside me. I knew it was going to hurt, especially as I was completely sober. Had I known what I was in for I would have brought some poppers but given he didn't drink I don't think he would have looked favourably on me 'taking a hit' and being a bit out of it just to fit him inside me. So instead I concentrated on the situation I was in and how much I wanted this. I was getting fucked by a hot, well-hung black guy who wasn't even interested in sex. This was quite an achievement. Soon enough he was completely inside me and I started to relax. Wow he was big but it was pushing all the right buttons. He seemed hesitant about whether to proceed but when I gave him a nod and a smile he started fucking me with some intensity. I tend to moan like a stuck pig when I'm getting fucked, especially if the guy is well hung but I tried to compose myself given this guy was quite shy and quiet. The fucking did seem to liven him up though - he started moaning and even talking dirty to me a little bit. As much as I wanted to yell 'fuck me with your big black dick!', I'm well aware that most black guys don't want their race pointed out to them as it suggests that these white bottoms are only after them for the stereotype that they'll be well hung and can destroy a white hole. I assured him in my moans that I was really enjoying that and subtly pointing out that he was well hung and he even got into it enough to say 'yeah? you like that big cock?'. I had to try very hard at this point not to come as this was heaven.
Sensing I was completely comfortable with the situation he started to really take control and pulled me up so he we were both sitting upright, with me impaled on his cock. He kept thrusting into me as we kissed deeply. I really get off on staring deeply into a guys eyes as they fuck me in between kisses and this was no exception. After intensely fucking me for some time I couldn't hold off much longer. I told him I really wanted to come and he encouraged me to, increasing the intensity and really driving it home. With me on my back and him on top of me I lasted about 10 more seconds, screaming as I shot a load all over my stomach and chest. Considering it was third load of the day it was still a pretty decent size.
Once I had come and my panting started to slow he slowly pulled out of me and threw away the condom. He lay on the bed next to me with his big black dick, still pretty hard, resting on my thigh. I asked him what he wanted me to do to help him come but he said not to worry as he wouldn't be able to anyway. We lay there naked on his bed for a few minutes catching our breath from our intense session. I looked at him and mentioned how this wasn't at all how I thought tonight would have gone to which he just smirked and didn't really have an answer. He surprised me by getting onto his knees and licking some of the cum off my stomach and cleaning up my sticky cock with his tongue. This guy was full of surprises! He then crawled up to my face and kissed me deeply so I could taste my own load on his tongue. I love it when guys do that.
We lay there for a few more minutes catching our breath and he then got up and started to get dressed. I took this as my cue to leave and quickly dressed and cleaned myself up. I told him I had better head off to which he did not object. I thanked him for a very enjoyable and surprising evening kissed him deeply one last time and left his apartment and walked to my car. When I got into my car and closed to door I couldn't help myself - I literally screamed out loud. I couldn't believe I had managed to sleep with a guy who was so clearly disinterested in sex. I was extremely happy with myself.
I made the short drive home with a big smile on my face still shaking my head about how lucky I had been. When I arrived home just before midnight I poured myself a large celebratory drink, put some tunes on, and relaxed on my bed reflecting on the amazing day I had had. I finished the first drink relatively quickly (I had not drank the entire time I was at the black guys place) and promptly fixed myself another. I felt relaxed, happy and confident. My hole was a little bit sore from the pounding the black guy had given me but it wasn't too bad.
As normally happens after a few drinks I became a bit horny. I have a very high sex drive and while I can't 'go again' immediately after cumming, after an hour or so I'm usually back to normal and tonight was no exception. I started to think maybe I could aim for just one more conquest tonight, seeing how well everything had gone so far. I considered jumping back onto grinder but it was already 1am and I couldn't be bothered either travelling somewhere, or having someone around to my house. Then I remembered the local sauna was only 5 minutes walk from my house. On any other night I would have just gone to bed but I was on such a high from the days activities that I wanted to continue the celebrations. I was also loving how the entire afternoon and evening I had been a total slut - nothing else mattered except getting off and I had literally gone from one guy to another.
I showered, douched (again), dressed and walked to the sauna. I didn't plan to bottom again as I was a bit sore but hoped to top someone else. I entered the sauna, changed into just a towel and started my normal routine of getting my bearings. I felt tipsy but certainly not drunk, just happy. Rather than heading straight upstairs to the dark rooms I slowly wandered around downstairs, seeing who was around. It wasn't dead but wasn't packed either. It was a good mix of people - late enough that the old letches weren't around and early enough that the meth heads weren't shuffling around. It looked like mostly a younger clubbing crowd, which was exactly what I wanted. I showered, relaxed in the spa and bit and then headed for the sauna. The only person in the sauna was a short guy with a shaved head who looked like a body builder. His legs and upper body were almost comical in how big they were - he looked like someone had pumped im up with a bike pump. He looked a bit annoyed, but said hello to me when I sat down. I asked him how his night had been going to which he replied 'shit actually - I've been here for hours and got nothing'. We started chatting and he seemed friendly enough and apart from his height (I was 6 inches taller than him) he was quite attractive - certainly extremely fit. After a bit of small talk I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs. He looked very surprised but jumped at the opportunity. We found a private room upstairs and quickly took our towels off. I dropped to my knees as normal and starting sucking his cock which, like the rest of him, was fairly short. He was quite vocal in his moaning and after a bit of this pulled me onto the ground to 69 me. He asked if he could fuck me and while I hadn't intended to bottom, his physique was obviously one of a top and as he wasn't very big I figured it wouldn't hurt to much. He lay on his back on the ground and rolled on a condom and I squatted on top of him. I sunk unto his cock which wasn't too painful. He started jack hammering away at my hole - it was clear he was very horny and very ready to get off. After only a few minutes his moaning intensified and he yelled that he was coming. He pumped a few last time into me and then asked if I wanted him to keep me until I came. I replied that that wasn't necessary as I had just arrived here and didn't want to come yet. He looked me in the eye and said 'you're just getting started tonight aren't you?' I couldn't help but smirk and nod in reply. He pulled out and we cleaned ourselves up and he thanked me profusely for 'making his night'. I was happy to oblige and add another to my tally for the evening.
I headed downstairs to the showers to clean myself up. My hole was hurting a bit and while I cleaned it up, I hoped that would be the last time it was entered tonight. I wandered around the venue and there didn't seem to be much of interest. As I walked the dark corridors upstairs I noticed a very, very young guys walking past. He looked about 20 years old and was by FAR the yougest person in the venue. He had a fantastic body and was really hot. Well out of my league. Buoyed by the confidence on my amazing day I did the customary 'look him in the eyes and brush my hand across his stomach' as we passed each other. He walked away, not seeming remotely interested. I wasn't overly surprised - he was gorgeous. I turned back, expecting him to have disappeared but was surprised to see him stopped a few metres away, leaning against a wall staring at me. I thought, what do I have to lose, and walked towards him, again looking him in the eye and touching his stomach. Again, he didn't react but stayed where he was and as I turned back he was still looking at me. Both frustrated and excited, I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and kissed me back. Seeing an open booth door nearby, I grabbed his hand and took him into a booth. It was fairly well lit so I got a good look at him. Wow. He was stunning. Great tight little body with really firm pecs. The sort of guy I'd see on the dancefloor at a club and think 'I'd love to hook up with a guy like that'. What was a guy this young doing at a sauna?
In the privacy of our own room we took our towels off and I started exploring his firm young body. It was equisite. I couldn't help but ask 'how old are you' to which he replied '22'. This was quite a conquest to find someone this young and this good looking! I started sucking his cock which was a decent size and as hard as a rock. I remember those days. He eventually explained to me that he had been out at a nearby club and having not picked up, headed here on his way home. After a fair bit of foreplay I asked very hopefully if he was a bottom. To my dismay he said he was a top, but wanted to fuck me. I explained that I wasn't really up for it because I'd 'already been fucked today'. He said he really wanted to fuck me. I could sense he was pretty drunk - he would sometimes stop mid sentence and then forget what he was talking about. After a lot of rolling arond, making out together, I eventually relented and said he could fuck me but he had to be gentle as I was a bit sore. After pulling on a comdom and slowly pushing in to me, he wasn't gentle at all, and fucked me like a rabbit which is what I guess all 23 year olds fuck like?! I was turned on looking up at his young chiselled physique but knew I would not be able to take it for that long as my hole was being punished. I explained this to him and asked if he was close to coming to which he kept saying 'no, I can't come yet - I'm too drunk'. After a bit of this I begged him to pull out because I was too sore. He suggested we go and find a bottom together and tag-team him. These are the sorts of weird conversations you have in a sauna at 2am! We put out towels back on and went for a walk together. I had no idea how we would even logically do this - even if we found someone we both liked who liked both of us how would we even know he was a bottom. It ws very difficult to see in the dark anyway, let alone communicate our thoughts to each other. We walked into the group porn room which has several guys sitting down watching the porn stroking their cocks. The two of us got a lot of attention walking in together and talking to each other. I felt like an absolute king walking around with this really fit guy who was 10 - 20 years younger than everyone else there. It was a really empowering experience. Not finding anyone of interest in the group room we kept wandering around the dark maze but quickly lost each other amongst the crowd. I was considering going downstairs to find him where it was better lit but before I could do that I happened to walk past a guy who literally stopped me in my tracks.
I have an extact 'type'. Despite my fetish for black guys my type is short, clean-cut, buff and woggy. This guy ticked every bx. About 5'9, nice fit little body (athletic and defined with nice abs without being ripped and bulky), just a smattering of groomed body hair, dark hair buzzed short, a slight black beard/goatee and a big smile on his face. I literally stopped a soon as I saw him and as our eyes met we had an instant connection. I had fully intended to go home but as soon as our eyes met we knew what had to happen. He took the lead notcing my surprised expression, grabbing my hand and dragging me into a private room. He kissed me deeply and forcefully and I just melted in his strong arms. In a dominant manner he forced me onto my knees, took his towel off and pushed his cock into my mouth. His cock was quite nice - certainly not largem but not tiny either - it fit his physique well. I think he could sense I was a submissive person which matched perfectly to his domination. He slowly fucked my mouth and I was once again in heaven. He looked down at me and told me 'I'm going to fuck you tonight'. To which I truthfully replied 'I don't think I can - I've already been fucked tonight'. He asked 'by how many guys? and I replied 'two tonight'. To this he smiled and replied 'slut' and spat on me. This sort of domination might normally be too much for me but with my ideal type I was in heaven. He sensed I was getting into it so was pretty rough with me, regularly licking my mouth, creating a spit train from his mouth to mine and spitting on me. He would also slap my arse quite regularly. He quickly pushed me onto my back, spread my legs and dug his tongue into my hole. He could surely taste the lube from the last guy who had fucked me as I hadn't showered since the last guy. He didn't seem to mind and quickly positioned his rubber covered cock at the entrance of my hole. I begged him to go slowly as I was really sore to which he smiled sort of evily and pushed his entire length in. I gasped but thankfully he wasn't huge. He thurst in and out of me, all the time talking dirty to me and continuing to spit on me. This guy really knew how to dominate someone. While my hole was getting really sore from being fucked by the fourth guy in as many hours, my head was in heaven from the domiation I was receiving from this natural top.
Nonetheless, after a good pounding I begged him to stop as I was just too sore to continue. He said he was getting close anyway, so to stop the pain I begged him to pull out and shoot all over me. He told me to beg for it which I happily did. While I lay on my back he stood up over me, furiously jerking his cock. I looked up into his eyes and innocently told him how much I wanted his load all over me which sent him over the edge and he shot a massive load all over my hair, face, chest, shoulders and stomach. I'd been jerking my cock at the same total and this total submission sent me over the edge and I shot my fourth load of the last 12 hours over my stomach. He spat on me one last time while calling me a slut and immediately left the room. I lay there, absolutely covered in cum, absolutely spend but glowing from being a true slut. I was proud of how well this night had turned out - I never would have thought a bored afternoon at work with an equally boring dinner date would result in sex with 6 separate men. The last 12 hours of my life had only been about one thing - being a complete and total slut and getting as much sex as possible. Nothing else mattered. It truly was the best Friday of my life.