I like anonymous fucking. It’s something about not being able to see the other person and letting your other senses take over. I especially enjoy it while travelling. This past spring, I went to Minneapolis and happened to be put up near the Mall of America. I was only there one night so finding a quick pump-and-dump seemed almost improbable.
You know how it is. You post and ad and get a few hundred responses. After a few back and forth messages, you weed out the weird, they’re not your type, you’re not their type, the flakes, etc. You end up with just a few.
I generally like to see some sort of photo but a face isn’t required. After all, it’s supposed to be anonymous! My prospects on a rainy night were lacking to say the least. But then I got the message from a 24 year old. Generally, I’m not all about age, but the name of his photo got my special attention.
It was called “mycummyass.jpg.” That’s what I like to see. Not the largest photo, but he was definitely into the anonymous thing. In this case, I’d prop my door open, be in the dark on the bed naked, he’d come in strip, get me hard and I’d fuck him.
We texted as he approached and I prepared. When he arrived, this particular hotel room accomplished darkness better than most I’d be in. I couldn’t hardly see a fucking thing. The door swung open and the brightness blinded me for a moment.
He was in the room quick and was already shuffling his clothes off. Good boy. A lot “check” verbally to be sure it’s for real. His very small frame — probably 5-foot 6-inches tall and easily at around 145 — crawled onto the bed naked and he started sucking my cock easily. I popped up to full size quickly.
He crawled up and, in an unusual move, actually kissed me. As close as we were, I couldn’t make much out. He was perfectly smooth with a high-and-tight hairstyle, spiky on top but closely shaved on the sides. His lips were full. His tongue tasted like mint gum and my cock all at once.
“Can you fuck me on my stomach?” the first thing he uttered.
“Of course,” I answered in a non-nonchalant tone. But he wouldn’t know that it was among my favorite positions. Flat on his stomach, I crawled on top of him and found his already lightly lubed hole.
I love pre-lubed holes that aren’t too heavily lubed. I love the initial friction and resistance. And this young man had it easily. I collapsed on top of him once I’d found it and began sliding inside.
He never grunted. He almost didn’t move. Buried inside him quickly, I didn’t have to wait to begin pumping.
“You’ll be my fourth load today,” he said.
“Yes really.” His all American voice was indeed young. He had a smooth ass, just like the rest of him. His hands were at his sides. As far as I could tell, he never ever touched himself.
He continued, “I’m going to get at least two others tonight before I go out.”
“You’re a fucking cum slut aren’t you?” I growled.
“Yes.” His response was simple and matter-of-fact.
“When’d you start taking cum?” I asked.
He told me an age that I was certain wouldn’t be legal even in Minnesota. No story came out. Nothing other than he liked cum.
“So how much cum would you say you’ve taken?” I asked. I was curious now.
“You want the real answer or a fake one?” he asked.
That’s always an interesting question. If he’s liked me, he’d probably prepared lies just in case someone wanted to make certain it wasn’t a slut beneath him for a raw cock. But for me, the answer could have been small or large, I didn’t care.
“Be honest,” I said. “After all, I can’t see your face, I don’t know you and I’ll never see you again.”
He considered it for a moment.
“It’s over 5,000,” he said. “I know it’s at least 5,000.”
“Nice,” I grunted. “And I’m about to be 5,001.”
“How many have you bred?” he asked.
I considered being honest or lying here, just as he did. To be honest, I had no idea. But I’ve barebacked since I wasn’t legal in my home state, just like him.
“More than you,” I said. “I’m a little older.”
“Fuck!” he said. Actually, it probably was more like, “fffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkk.”
He was turned on. I was pushing deeper. After a snort of poppers, I got ready to let it go. “Beg,” was all I said.
“Please breed my ass with your hot cum!”
Now, I know when you read this, it sounds almost like a line delivered by a bad porn actor. But he didn’t sound like he was acting. He begged. He kept begging in earnest. He wanted me to breed his ass so bad.
I did. I grunted and let it go. He groaned, “Fuck, I can feel it.”
I throbbed and once it subsided, I kept pushing it in. “Want to make sure it goes deep.”
After a few moments, I crawled off. He hopped up, sucked my cock clean and was in his clothes in a flash. “Thanks.”
And he was gone. Never saw his face.