sniffies breeding

“You bottom, right?” 

That was his opening salvo from Sniffies.  But that it was a black dick - another black cock - that it reminded me that the Black Signal had been activated.  A friend and I have mentioned for years, when you get one black cock, all of the sudden, you're contacted right and left by black men wanting to get off. This did nothing to disprove this theory. 

I love the idea of sniffies, but in reality, it’s the same bullshit of flakes and posers who rarely follow through. In a year of using it, I can count on three fingers how many times it has worked as intended. I’m sur some of that is on me too. I won’t lie. 

Yet this guy got it. Right out of the gate. Not fucking around and to the point. I replied back immediately that I do. He gave me a vague area where he lived and it was near where I was going, but he said he’d give me the full address in 5 minute – which I found odd. But he was true to his word. I wasn’t far away, so I got there right quick. 

He took me to his apartment which was the third floor of a house. The tv was a little loud for me, but I got right away why it was: to lessen our noise. 

Just a side note: why are all trick’s places filthy as fuck? Doubtful an item of clothes are off the floor, never a dish not stacked in the sink, a bed not made……….and those are the best case scenarios. I can’t be the only one who has a neat place, am I? 

He went to use the bathroom, when he came out, my pants were already off. This wasn’t a meet and greet. This was fucking. Plain and simple. 

Yeah, I sucked him for all of 2 minutes. I was more surprised when he sucked me. But he did it while I was on the bed, he was bent over standing next to the bed. It was easy for him to just lift my legs up to his shoulder, which he did. He asked me to bring lube, which I did. 

I tossed him the tube, he ran his fingers over my hole. I quivered. I’m now am seemingly writing like Danielle Steele (I would assume). He took seconds to press it against the opening. I wasn’t breathing in a proper manner, so I was clenched a little more than I wanted. But he liked that. The tightness – even of going in. 

His head was nice. The shaft was semi-thick. I could feel it. I could feel my membranes attaching to and wrapping around his cock. And he pumped. At first it was short almost jabs. Just the head and about 1-2”. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I think either of us wanted. Me, being the bossy bottom, told him to hold still, which is seemingly difficult for all tops when you ask them not to move. But I wasn’t trying to adjust to the size. Nope, I arched my back enough that I sunk down onto his cock all the way. I looked right at him and told him I was taking him to the balls. His eyes rolled back in his head – literally. I watched it. 

The guy wasn’t a bad fuck, but you know, he wasn’t a great one either. It was good. I needed it. I wanted it, but mostly needed it. Turns out he wasn’t for the legs over the shoulder action. Soon I was on all fours. Ass to the edge of the bed, aiming down, as he was shorter than I. More lube and a one-push to the hilt. Then it was pump action. Hard. No craft. Just animal. 

That angle wasn’t completely right. He kept sliding out. Soon I was on my belly, on his bed. His full body weight on top of me working towards the goal line. The noise he didn’t want the neighbors to hear wasn’t coming from either of us, though there were certainly groans, moans and a few expletives, but the majority was coming from the bed squeaking. Being the ever-problem solver, I just reach out, braced my hand against the wall while he plunged my depths, steadied the bed to a degree and minimized the telltale rhythmic squeak. 

But this is the position in which we finished. Well, he. I was merely a receptacle for this man. He made vague announcement of him getting closer. Not close. Closer. But he never told me it was happening. Not verbally anyways. But I could feel his shaft throb consistently for a period of time – knowing he was jetting his seed deep into my guts. Where we both agreed it belonged. 

There would be no ‘did you want to get off?’ discussion. He lay there for what seemed like a bit of time, but was probably 20 seconds. I grabbed my t-shirt and dress shirt and started getting ready to go. He made some comment on how this would relax him before going to a tense family dinner. He was downstairs holding the door for me before I had my shoes on. We were done. 

At least this time.

3 More

The next morning - after about four hours of sleep - I got up, pre-dawn, and in the fucking cold weather, took off for a four mile run. Though my phone was firmly secure in a pouch in my compression shorts, I could feel it buzz anytime a message came through.  The problem was, I was focused on my run and it's really really hard to get the phone back in and out of the slot. Halfway through the run, my curiosity got the better of me. 

I stopped, read a few might-be messages off the hook-up apps. A few semi-promising ones, plus a direct text from an on-line buddy whom I've been very unsuccessful at setting up anything. 

I replied to all three. Telling each where I was staying. But giving times when I'd be available. While I'm always in for a group thing, I was not interested in the back and forth of coordinating times with three or having to describe the others to every other one.  I'm not a fucking party planner. They each got different times 30 minutes from each other. 

Since I had time, while completing my run, I ran into Starbucks across from the hotel and got something to eat / drink. While I waited I looked at my messages again. The first guy was already at the hotel, even though we agreed on 30 minutes from now. I grabbed my stuff and hustled off to the room, texting him the room number.  Breakfast and caffeine would have to wait. 

The man was quiet and unassuming.  6', 180 or so. He wanted to fuck, according to our exchange, He was also black, which wasn't in his profile. That isn't an issue with me, just a weird exclusion, though maybe it shouldn't be. 

All I had to do was drop my running shorts. He had to undress. He was slow, methodical, thoughtful it seemed. He was hard. Seven inches - so at least no one was buying into stereotypes.  "How do you wan to take it?"   I replied, that's not up to me.  "Then get on your back, now."

There was no exclamation mark with that directive Again, methodical, low key but clearly in control. Before he got to my door, but after I was in it, I did have the sense to put some lube at my hole - though at this point there was still plenty man-lube inside. There would be no sucking to get him hard here.  He found my hole with his hand and discovered the lube. There was no reaction to his face. There wouldn't be for the entire fuck.

He put his cock to my hole and slid in. No real resistance. He took note. "How many loads?"  Four, I told him. He fucked. Like his demeanor, it was steady paced and methodical, but in his control. He said he liked my hole, but with such a flat affect that he could have been reading aloud a manual on how to change a tire. Still he fucked. 

As you'd surmise by now, there was no real build up to orgasm. No varying of speed. No notable aural indications. No announcement. No tension in the face or neck. I could simply feel the pulse of his cock. He didn't wait for gravity and flaccidness do its thing. He pulled out. He did not stop me from licking him clean. He dressed. He thanked me. He left. 

10 minutes later there was a knock. The other guy was a little early. I'm surprised when they show at all, let alone early.  At the same time, "Rich", my would-be on-line buddy, texted me to say he'd be early - like a lot early. I said there was someone there - he didn't care, neither did the guy who just arrived. I left the door cracked. 

The first guy - a very built black guy, who was seemingly a little high - didn't want to wait, so we go down to fucking. Again, no oral needed. I was on all fours on the bed facing away from the door, him behind me and in me. The guy was good at fucking, and he was about the same size as the guy who left. He was more aggressive. I was moaning and telling him to fuck me. 

Five minutes in, I hear the door open and close. After what seems like a while - and wasn't - I hear him say, "Yeah - pound that fucking hole!!!!"   So, the black fucker picks up the pace and intensity.  Rich watches (I'm assuming) for a minute and then comes in front of me, drops his pants and sticks his 6.5" cock in my face. I suck willingly and expectedly. 

They talk about me. How the hole is, how it feels, how the mouth feels. The black guy needs or wants a break telling Rich to take over. Rich and I had discussed things beforehand and fucking wasn't on his list, but now he's balls deep in me. At this point, my hole is very accepting.  In the interim, I'm blowing the black guy. Tasting some of the loads that were in me that was stuck to his shaft, mixed with some lube. 

After a few, they switch back. Rich takes a seat on the other bed to watch. He's jacking. I warn him not to cum that way. I mean, that would be the ultimate waste.  But the black guy is seemingly into being watched and egged on. He goes harder, then HARD.  He roars that he is cumming. I know there are people next door. I know they can hear him, as I've heard parts of their conversations at a normal volume.  I don't care. 

He pulls out and Rich takes over. The other guy doesn't wait around to see how it ends, and exits the room. Rich comments on the loads in me, and asks how many are there. I suppose it could go either way, but I'm honest in that now 6 and soon to be 7.  It doesn't turn him off. It might be the thing that gets him to the finish line. 

Rich also is vocal in his unloading. I love it. 

After, he tells me to get on it and clean it off, which I do, both by licking and sucking. He tells me how turned on he was by the entire thing as he dresses. 

Rich would be my last load of this trip,  I did, however, go out to see a friend who was working over the weekend, he took a few minutes break to come see me in my car. In a quiet space, he went down on me. He thought he had it all under control.  His mouth was great. My libido was high.  Unknown to him, I had not ejaculated in over two weeks. THAT he was not expecting..........mostly because I didn't tell him. 

"Kurt" started off well when I came, but he increasingly struggled as I continued........and continued....and continued to shoot.  No worries, he was as much a pro at taking it down the throat as I had been in taking it up the ass the previous 15 hours. 

I dropped him back at work and went to meet my fiends who would never know that I was in town, let alone what I had done. Or who.