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Columbus 7

The next morning was a bust for the most part. No one really on line who was interested in me, or vice versa. …..and as you know, I’m not that picky. Part was the time limit while I still had my hotel, though I was willing to travel. One guy wanted to film me sucking his cock. I think he was surprised when I agreed, but then the timing didn’t work out.

I hit Starbucks for morning caffeine when I got hit up by a bi-married guy. He was looking to be blown only. I can deal with that. I love giving head and I probably should give my ass a rest for a bit anyway, though I wouldn’t have turned down a fuck.

He said he was 5’10” and 200lbs. Doable. He said 7”. Doable. As it turns out, he’d lie about weight and length. So many do. As we got closer to getting together, me hustling back to the hotel, he became more erratic and even paranoid. “There had better not be anyone else in the room other than you!”. Kind of makes you wonder what situations he’s walked into in the past.

I left the door open, which was now a potential issue with housekeeping right next door. For all his weirdness, he breezed right past them, pushed open the door and secured it. In the light of day, he clearly wasn’t the physical being his profile described. But he was confident, and I kind of like that.

He disrobed and I got on my knees. His cock was maybe 5.5”. Thick, yes. 7”, no. This always baffles me, but here we were, him lying got him in the door, me not saying anything, he still getting what he wants. What’s the downside for him?

He is forceful. No finesse. This isn’t really satisfying for me, and I’m wondering if it is for him. I think it is, in an odd way. It might be the only way he knows, or the only way he can get through this with another dude.

The guy has me get on the bed, on my back with my head hanging over. I’m down with that. He feed me his cock for all of about 90 seconds. Then it’s, “lick my balls”. I lean my head back. He takes a half-step forward. Balls above my mouth. I lean up and let my tongue glad across his nuts. He strokes his dick. I lick more. I suck.

”Do you eat ass?” I lie and mumble, with a mouth full of sac, “no”. Clearly you all know this is a lie. He does not. But his ass, while smelling freshly washed , seems clean, his extra weight is making his ass less appealing. I continue to eat balls. He takes another step forward, forcing his balls to move with him and placing his ass over my mouth.

He told me to “fucking eat it”. With tongue extended, it hit his crack, then hole. Then into the hole. All the while I kept up with a weak protest of ‘no’. I don’t know if I sold it or if he didn’t care. Upon retelling this tale to Mr. Steed, shortly after the actual act, he goes, “that made me hard”.

Folks – I do what I can to keep you all erect and dripping. This is what I live for.

Clearly, it turned on the guy over me. “Where do you want the load? WHERE??” I immediately reply “my mouth” as I can tell my tongue in his shitter took him to the edge. I didn’t want to lose it, as he said it was a massive load.

He takes a step back, my tongue now extended. He doesn’t even try to aim for my mouth. He starts to shoot. Fire. Explode. The load is massive. Sure, some hits my tongue. Some hits my chin, my eyes, my cheek, my chest, the bedspread and I’m sure other places.

My best efforts dashed, I’m lying there with my head hanging off the bed, being unsuccessful at keeping semen out of my eye(s). First, he ended up shooting there, secondly, what didn’t was not being taken by gravity to my sockets. I’m going to have red and sore eyes in about 20 minutes.

While I even remotely try to gain my composure, he is out the door in a flash and without a word. He blocks his Scruff profile from me before he hits his car.

....and yes, I scooped up the load and ate it.  I'm not a monster.

Columbus 5 & 6

So, with 4 loads in my ass, I still had an itch I needed scratched. I think many of you would understand that just because you get laid doesn’t mean it sates your desire, want or need. Sometimes, like this evening, it just fueled it.

At this point it was well past midnight, but I kept toggling between BBRT, Scruff, Grindr, Recon, A4A like a maniac. I was afraid I’d miss an opportunity. Before you think me being too manic, please refer to the full title of this blog. It all stands to reason.

A really cute, bearded man was less than a mile away. In his profile he said he didn’t mind unsolicited nudes. So I sent one. Well, one of another guy’s cock which was in my mouth. Then one of my ass. I got a ‘thumbs up’ emoji back. We had a little back and forth when he asked how late I’d be up. My reply was: “as late as you need me to be”. His response? “Good Answer”. '

Trust me. I know my place. But I know the right answers too.

I assumed he would be much later, but within he was on the way. As I did the usual prep, I missed his message asking me to be ass up, face down. Of course, that’s what I already was, which is why I missed his message. Dark room, door cracked. Lube right there for him, along with a towel….just in case he wanted one.

I heard the door shut, obviously. But he was silent about disrobing. I’m guessing gym shorts dropping and that’s about it. Soon enough, I felt him. His chest on my back, his dick between my legs. His mouth at my ear. “Right where I wanted you”, he whispered.

There was a squirt of lube, but truth be told, I’m not sure he’d need it. My insides were slick, granted a lot of that was deeper than the entrance. I’m willing to take it anyway they want to give it. But I’m telling you nothing new, unless you’re just hitting this blog up for the first time.

He was right at my backdoor and pushed his head in. There was a sigh / gasp from both of us. And he kept sinking in steadily, not fast but not slow. When he bottomed out, his mouth was right at my ear, “so…….how many loads do you have up there?”. I eked out saying “four”. This is a tricky thing to do, believe it or not. Guys are weird. Slutty but you don’t always know where the line is. Knowing he is the fifth could be a huge turn on, or a complete turn off. Luckily, he was totally into it.

The guy knew how to fuck and used my hole good. I fucked back too – pushing myself back onto him on his in-stroke and using my ass muscles like a champ. I begged him to fuck me harder. It’s not that I wanted him to shoot sooner, I just wanted this handsome man’s power. I wanted him to feel he was free to let go. He was in a hotel room, with a stranger. All bets were off………………well, you know, kind of. He had great verbal skills – telling me how the hole felt, how his cock felt and how he wanted to add the fifth load into my ass. My cock was hard and pressing into the mattress.

The problem with late night and probably edging himself during the evening hours and now fucking a guy who was fully loaded with semen, and giving me his dick harder and harder, well……..it does end up being a shorter fuck than I would have wanted. He stiffened up, head to toe, almost going into a rigid plank position as he fired his gun up my ass, swearing the entire time. I fucking loved it.

He was the one guy who didn’t pull out too soon. He stayed deep in me while I used my muscles telling him I was going to take every drop out of his cock. He didn’t protest, not that I thought he would. When he did slip out, he didn’t rush to get his clothes on. He didn’t even get off the bed immediately. I took that opportunity to slip off the bed and to my knees. Kneeling on the bed facing me, he didn’t stop me from wrapping my lips around his slimy cock while I looked up at him (fucking handsome!). Slimy from lube, slimy from sweat, slimy from cum – his and four others. He did wince a little, as I think he was a little sensitive, but he never deterred me from my task at hand…..or mouth as it was.

He thanked me and left. Only after did I see his profile on another app. This time he listed his age: 24. Fuck. While I wouldn’t have turned him down at any age, his attitude, verbal skills and fuck skills were well above what one usually sees for his age.

While we were fucking, I got a BBRT message that I missed. 6’ black guy, nicely built with no cock pic, but his profile said ‘large’. Don’t they all? We went back and forth for a bit. While he said he’d come to me, I noticed his distance doubling then tripling. I’d kind of given up on him when he messaged, ‘almost there’. Sure enough, he was now less than a half mile from me. I gave him the room number, told him the door was open and to just push in.

He did just that. As with most of the others, I was face down, ass up. And he wasted no time.

The guy started snaking his cock into me. And it kept going and going and going.

While I know in theory it wasn’t a long time, but it felt like it. My ass was getting full. It already was, but now we were having a displacement issue. All that cum in me, was getting squeezed around, then down his cock. The ass nerves aren’t tell me if this cum or not, just that, well, something feels it is being pushed out.

Clearly this is my 6 th of the evening. I underestimated how tender my ass was at this point and how swollen the tissue was inside. While my hole was more open, ironically, insides it was a little closed up due to that swelling. As he still had not yet bottomed out, I asked him how big he was, “9…..maybe 9 and a half”. Without having seen it or even felt it, I don’t think he was even exaggerating a little.

When he finally hit bottom, I asked him to stay put for a minute so I could adjust, “what’s wrong, can’t take it?”.

This is a loaded question – one with no right answer. If you say ‘no’, well chances are the session is over. If you say ‘yes’, there can be little to no room for compromise. You need to read the room on this last part. For him, it could easily turn into a ‘no’ if it is not at the speed, depth, intensity he demands.

I said I could take it.

While I wouldn’t live to regret that answer, there were a number of times during the fuck that I gritted my teeth to stop myself from asking him to slow down, readjust or stop. Doing any of that can be like throwing cold water on the guy.

He was a fuck machine. There is no other way to say it. While I talk in this blog about the love of being just a hole, there are times when I feel like one and rarer times when a guy truly makes me one. This would be the latter.

At some point, while I didn’t say anything about his assault, my body must have told him the tale. He wants to readjust me, so soon I’m on my back – for the first time I see him. The man is a tank. He’s dark as can be in terms of skin color. He is big, but muscly. He has a wide face, a wide but flat nose. He is intense. He is a tank! And acts like it, when it comes to ploughing his cock into and out of my ass.

There is little talk at this point, though at one point in my head I’m wondering what kind of load I’ll get, so ask him when he came last. I was surprised at the answer: “an hour ago”, he grunted between thrusts.

FUCK. But not necessarily in a good way.

Now in the back of my mind I’m thinking this guy isn’t going to cum anytime soon and he’s down for the long haul. I reset my expectations and doubled down knowing I have got a while to go before this is over. And it did.

The man just drilled my ass. That hole going into the second ring thing – it’s a real thing. He was hitting places few guys had gotten to. Part was due to his size, but a lot was due to his fierceness at nailing some white guy’s ass. The bigger problem with the second ring? No matter how good you think you clean out then you’re getting pummeled like this, the chances of stirring up shit (literally and figuratively) is high.

As he fucks me, his eyes are closed. He is picturing someone else, some other scene. He just wants to empty his nuts into a hole. Any hole. It just happens to be mine. I’m under no illusions he wants to fuck me specifically.

With no warning, he roars as he shoots his load into me, adding it to all the others. Whatever scene is playing in his head finally got him to his ending.

He slips out, way faster than he put it in initially.

I had to – since I had for the last number of cocks. So I got on my knees and ate his cock before he fled. Due to that second ring thing: while his cock wasn’t clean clean at this point, it wasn’t dirty either. Mind you, he was super clean by the time I was finished.

With no thank you (phew!) and no pretense, he just dressed and walked out the door.

While my need still ran high, my body wasn’t quite where it was hours before. That said, I did one more perusal through the apps just in case. There wasn’t anything viable, so at 2:44a, I shut down my phone, locked the door and went to bed for a few hours. Full, but mostly satisfied.

Columbus 3 & 4

The first two departed and the next two would be separate, but in close succession of each other. Unlike the first two – one would be decent, one would be not as much. One would be white. One would be black. One would have a good sized cock, one would not……and based on the previous two sentences, you’d be wrong about which one was larger.

The white dude was probably older, smaller stature and decent hang. His BBRT account was dick pic. He never sent an actual pic. But it wasn’t about that. Door was to be ajar, lights off, ass greased and up. I’d never see him. He even called me from a block number to say he was near so I could get ready.

He knew who I was (well, kind of), but this would be as anonymous as one can get these days with everyone attached to everything electronic.

Face down, I heard the door open, close and the latch be secured. I heard the belt open, the pants drop, the struggle to get the shoes off. If a shirt came off, I have no idea. I didn’t pay attention to that. What we both wanted existed below the belt.

Even with the lights out, I think the bottle of lube was in sight against the white bedspread. Either way, he found it. With his dick slick, he lined up and systematically pushed his 7” cock up my ass. Now his ass…….at least temporarily. His to use. His to fuck. His to mark.

He did an admirable job with almost no verbal. A few “oh yeahhhh”s as he’d bottom out. He moved me around the bed a few times, me always face down. He did it nonverbally. I know the drill, so I don’t need aural direction.

He knew how to fuck, but he did it for him, not for his partner. I get that a lot. I’m used to it. Conditioned to it even. Rarely do guys ask “does that feel good”. Often I’ll ask if they like my ass, but I know that is my need for validation.

No real lead up to the end. But when it came (ha – pun!) rooms 201 and 100 probably knew it happened, should they have been occupied. Very deep and loud growl. He did come to the end of the bed after he pulled out and told me to clean him off. I knew not to look at anything but his thighs and cock. I didn’t look up. I did as he needed and I wanted. I turned back around, he dressed and was gone.

Not longer, the door opened again. I was still face down. But from the word ‘go’ this guy was substandard. First off, did you know they had black people in Sweden? I mean, I guess it stands to reason, but that place seems SO white. Yet he was a PhD candidate from Sweden. And black. Black as night.

He was maybe 5”. Sigh. I get I buy into the stereotype, but I try not to be a size queen. But with black dudes, I want bigger. There. I said it. And remember this two segments from now.

For a guy getting his PhD, you’d assume he was smart. But no one said he was getting it in anatomy. If he were straight, no woman would claim he ever found their clit. He couldn’t find my asshole without me reaching around and guiding him in. He never tried to find it with his hands before lining up – even after multiple failed tries. Maybe hand to ass is icky for him.

His fucking style was lame. I’m not a load collector – well eventually I am – but I just wanted it to be over, but selfishly I didn’t want to kick him out without getting his white gold. And I did, but his climax was anticlimactic.

He wasn’t happy with me either, let’s be honest. I gave him nothing for him to like me. I hate being a bossy bottom, but c’mon dude – you have to be a functional top.

At least the weekend would be saved by the next two visitors.

Columbus 1 & 2

I was in Columbus for a meeting.  I went down the evening before, knowing I'd have a good chance at getting laid. Hopefully more than once.  My last trip there resulted in 7 guys and 9 loads in 12 hours or less.  Not too shabby.

While I could afford better, I stayed at the same hotel - two stories, doors to rooms on the outside, so no desk to get past at all times of the night, no keycard for the elevator.  This isn't my first time at being a whore.

My "problem" is, I started too early in the evening. I thought I'd get some right after work dick, but that didn't pan out. Nothing would until close to 10p.  Sure I had some stops and starts, but no one would show until that time.

He messaged me on BBRT and said, "young, hung and full of cum".  He was 30, 5'10, 180lbs.  He looked younger when he showed up. His baby-ish  face was full, almost cherubic, right down to the red in his cheeks.

As I waited for him to arrive, a guy who delivered two loads to me on my last visit wanted to stop by. I told him there might be someone there, and he was ok with it. I'd leave the door open. Also, it was only a chance the first guy would show. We all know how guys flake.

But as you know by now, guy 1 did arrive. He was shy looking but not shy. I sucked him first, at his request, and he had a cock that grew nicely. Pushing 7.5", good thickness. I was afraid he was going to shoot while I did that, and neither of us wanted that.

As he just lay back while I blew him, I took control for the moment. With my spit as lube, I climbed up and straddled him. I grabbed his shaft, found my own hole (easy enough), and started sinking down onto him. His eyes closed instinctively and his mouth opened just enough for a small moan. We got into a good rhythm and he was seemingly well versed in using his hips from this position to put his prick into me.

After a bit, he wanted me on the side of the bed. That mean him behind me, my ass up, shoulders down. His cock felt good from this angle and I thought it was working for both of us, but it turns out, he wasn't a fan, so onto my back I was.

Legs up, he speared me with his man-boy cock. This worked better for both of us. His red cheeks were getting more and more red. I was asking him to fuck me harder. He complied.

We changed positions and I was on my back. He looked like he was trying to finish. My legs were up and he was going to town.

Just then I saw movement outside my cracked door. As I was at the end of the building, there'd be no reason for anyone to come that far down unless they were looking for my room. He was. He showed. He pushed open the door and shut it behind him, and stripped down.

I remembered him well from the last time. Middle eastern leanings, 40-ish, 6', 200, about 7.5 straight inches,

He stood there stroking while "the kid" continued to fuck. Guy 2 encouraged him to keep going, to fuck me, to fuck me harder, to cum. 

The kid was working hard to get over the edge, he was having to concentrate. But when he came, he came big. It was one of those when the hole sounded wet and sloppy as he continued to fuck. He deposited a 4-5 day load up there.

As soon as he pulled out, Guy 2 moved over and immediately went down on him, licking him clean - no questions asked.  As soon as he did that, he stepped over and pushed in - period. Right in. All the way.  You could hear the wetness.  I could feel it

And then he fucked.

I had forgotten his style, or lack thereof.  He is kind of jack-rabbit sex. No doubt what he's doing makes him feel good - or he wouldn't do it, right?  His partner is a tertiary thought at best. That said, I wasn't really there for great sex. I knew this night would be about taking cock......taking cum.  I don't say quantity over quality.....but I won't not say it either.

We were probably 10 minutes into the fuck before young guy started getting ready to go.  He had been watching. He had been hard. I was hoping he'd go another round after #2 was done.

After he did leave, we fucked in every position. I thought I'd milk it out of him by sitting and riding. He was more about turning me over and pounding the fuck out of me.

I got my second load of the night with a groan to let all know what we were doing.

This time, he let me clean him off.  I tasted his load and the other guys. My ass was sparkling clean, so I got none of that taste.

He left hoping for a second go round in the morning before work. Alas it never happened, but now my butt and libido were primed.

There was more to cum.  As there will be with the stories.