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Travel Diary: Velvet Vice

Travel Diary: Velvet Vice

I lived in Washington, D.C., for more than a decade. Then again, it was a decade ago when I lived here and bred asses here.

When I return on my visits, it’s always nice to check out the new crop to breed. And there are. What I forget about the D.C. area is the attitude.

When I first moved here as a graduate student in my early twenties, this city held hope for my social life. As began to frequent my first gay bars, I soon felt that hope dwindle into the embers of burning hatred for anything remotely close to social gathering places of gay men that lack any nudity.

On this visit, I am inaccessible by Metro, which means most people avoid such hook-ups like they’re somewhere 200 miles in orbit above the planet, where there’s a total lack of oxygen and inaccessible except via special dispensation from NASA.

deephole4loadsThe Velvet Vice Hole

This is impossibly good ass came to me, though.

This bottom has a hole that deserves a whole book. The perfect hole is a rare find. I do not find it. I find many asses to fuck. Many enjoyable.

Few cause me to lose it.

This one did.

His name on BarebackRT.com is DeepHole4Loads. You can see the perfection of the photo.

His ass. His muscular toned body. But great photos are a dime a dozen. I’ve seen hundreds of great photos only to fuck a mediocre ass.

His suck job on arrive was above average. He proved to be good. I tickled his ass with my finger. He’d told me two previous loads had been deposited earlier and he’d offered to have them cleaned out. But I told him to leave them in.

His hole lacked any hard ridge. With the pucker had a nice ring of hair, it could have been smooth… almost perfectly so.  My fingertip slipped inside and could feel the familiar warmth I’d associated with a nice ass.

No cum had leaked near the hole, which told me this little cunt soaked up all the cum he could.

As I prepared to fuck his as, I couldn’t help but lick it a little. He’d already spit on his hand to supply the lube for the ass for my cock. But I wanted to add mine to the mix.

His asshole opened as soon as my tongue touched it and I could hear him groan. He snorted some poppers. The way his ass grabbed at the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t hold off long before I mounted him.

My cock slipped inside. Easily. This man was a natural bottom. His ass immediately contoured to the shape of my cock. He didn’t need a moment to adjust. And he didn’t thrust one way or another. He let me set the pace.

I like a bottom who knows who is in control. I fucked him, but his ass just kept up the perfection in massaging my cock.

I couldn’t distinguish where his sphincter wrapped around me. His hole tightly grabbed my cock and held on. He wanted me.

“Use my dirty cunt,” he whispered.

“You like men to fuck you raw, don’t you?” I said.

“I like my cunt used,” he said.

“I love cum.”

I wrapped my arm around him and my hand around his throat. As I pumped his ass slowly and deliberately, I tried to hold off.

But his ass just held on to my cock like a velvet vice. Before I knew it, my cum began to boil and I began my orgasm.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control it. I just… happened.

I felt his pulse quicken under my hand. He knew I was cumming, at least on a subconscious level.

He groaned. “You want my cum?” I asked.

“Pump it in my dirty cunt,” he said.

Through the blinding strain of my orgasm, I kept it up. “You’re getting my load man,” I said.

This man experienced jizzjoy. He wanted it. He got it.

I stayed inside him and pumped it deeper. He left later, off to find another load.

I would hope to pump him again.

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By a Cell Phone Light…

By a Cell Phone Light…

The choices in an adult bookstore — at least the adult bookstore here in Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog — includes gloryholes Opens a new window from this blog, private rooms and a darkroom. Those are one’s three choices to indulge in the hedonism.

The holiday season hadn’t invaded this place. Not even the music bothered to pulse with any musical beat beyond the normal dance jams with more urban tones. I’d made a couple of loops. My cock had been stroked and sucked through a gloryhole or two. The private rooms had been occupied a lot. I’d had enough time to find the men in whom I wanted to see my cock slide first.

Among them, a beefy Latino, wide chest, short and stout. Look like a good chest. But his favorite destination seemed to be the darkroom.

Now I don’t tend to favor the darkroom. It isn’t because I don’t enjoy darkrooms. However, trolls lurk there.

Some of you younger bucks may be asking, “What are trolls?”

Trolls tend to be older men (but can be of any age) who horn in on others having good sex and make it bad.

Age honestly has nothing to do with a troll, but trolls simply suck at sex (not in a good way) and they can’t figure out how to improve their sexual prowess. Yet they insist on entering into others’ fun and ruining it for all. In fact, trolls seem to delight in this.

No matter how ugly, how old, how black, how brown, how young or whatever one’s lot in life, your ass should be pink and juicy on the inside. Within certain constraints Opens a new window from this blog, I will fuck and breed you. But trolls are off limits.

I politely push them away. Some are more persistent than others. Those will ruin a fuck.

Back to the hot, stout Latino in the military haircut wearing the unfortunate white, striped sweater.

A little tip: If you’re going a place with a darkroom, choose dark clothes and don’t wear anything with a logo so people can recognize you.

I followed him into the room. As I entered, it took a moment for me to make out the shadows of the men. His was the shortest, of course, over near the corner and I moved toward him, brushing up against him. He responded in kind and reached for my crotch. I unbuttoned and before long he was down on his knees sucking.

His technique lacked focus and he couldn’t go deep, even with someone like me who didn’t really challenge anyone. My cock is just at seven inches, so my cockhead will just touch the back of most people’s throats. Sure, you’ll gag but it’s not like I’ll really stop you from breathing.

He kept his head bobbing shallow, supplementing with his hands and even licked my balls, which I loved. I completely dropped my trousers (all my valuables were locked in the car) so other men were feeling my ass and even one went down to share a lick on my balls. It wasn’t bad.

I tried to hint to my little guy I wanted ass, bending over and reaching into the gap in his jeans where his ass crack happened to be. I would touch his smooth ass. But he kept sucking.

In this darkness, I wasn’t the only one getting sucked. Darkness inspires whispers and silence for some reason. I’m a quiet guy anyway.

But there arose such a clatter, I snapped my head around to see what’s the matter.

A black man with an obviously large cock snapped on his cell phone to look down at his huge pipe entering the ass of a beefy white man wearing what looked like a black jockstrap.

“Yea, man, give me that fucking ass,” he exclaimed in a deep, gravely voice. A masculine man, the kind of downlow fucker you’d see on Sally Jesse Raphel and fucking this quiet white bottom raw. “This is a good fucking ass!”

It was across the room from me with four or five other men between me, so shadows would occasionally obscure what I could see. But the fuck noises were obvious. My little Latino continued to suck but I had my eyes firmly planted on what was going on across the room.

And I wanted that ass next.

The black fucker just got to pummeling that ass. The slapping of thighs to ass got louder and I pulled my cock away, bored by the half-hearted ministrations by the Latino. If he were smart, he’d stand, then bend over and drop his jeans.

He stood and continued to reach for my cock. I zipped up and moved toward the light of the door, but keeping an eye on the fucking.

The grunt and fuck noises just got louder. In the pale light, you could see the bottom now bracing himself against the wall and the top just letting the fucker have it.

“You’re going to get my nut!” the black man practically yelled. And then he did. “ARRRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!”

He let loose what had to be a torrent of cum into that white booty. He fucked it a few more times.

“Fuck man, I gotta sit down,” he said. “I’m fucking weak in the knees from that.”

The cell phone switched off at that moment but he sat down where the light from the doorway showed his cock, a thick nine inches, as the bottom turned around, hefted it up and sucked it clean.

By now, my Latino had moved next to me and was reaching inside my zipper. But I wanted that loaded ass.

Fortunately for me, afterward, the white bottom moved by me to go toward the corner I’d vacated. I reached out and brushed my hand against his ass and followed.

It proved enough to get his attention.

The Latino had kept my cock up if the action hadn’t. The bottom reached around and gave my cock a tug, recognizing another hard cock. He then lined it up with his hole.

I just fucking love cum sluts.

The entry was smooth and easy after that other monster had vacated. And I moaned. As that escaped my lips, a familiar light came on. The black top hadn’t left and now his cell phone illuminated my cock inside this white ass.

It wasn’t going to be a long fuck.

“That’s a nice ass, ain’t it man?” He egged me on.

Truth is, I’ve had better. I don’t mind loose asses. This one was just nondescript. And the bottom had never learned to flex his muscles. I had to do all the work. As I reached up to get a grip, I grabbed what I thought would be his jock.

T’weren’t no jock. It was some cheap, polyester lingerie garter belt. Fuck, I’m so not into men dressing as women. And this guy is totally not the type of guy who would.

But my cock is in an ass, raw, and I’m churning up cum.

“Dude,” the black man spoke. “You fucking push me again, I’m going to knock your goddamned head off! You fucking understand me?”

Troll alert.

“Stand back and let the dude nut in his butt and we all can fucking watch.”

That’s my cue.

I snort some poppers and I let it go. I know I’m not as turned on as I should be but I keep my hands on the fleshy cakes and I try to tune out the trolls, knowing that I’m protected for the time being. I focus on popping and mixing it up in this bottom’s ass. Picking up the pace, slamming harder, giving it to him, punishing him for being a pussy in women’s underwear.

I cascade over the side and grunt a few times as my Latino is there, tickling my balls. Yes, he still wants my dick.

I cum. I half cum really. I shoot a load but it’s not fulfilling. I give the audience a good performance, knowing that I am injecting into his ass but I beef it up making sure it seems good, although more understated than my black ally.

By the time I pop out, another hard dick is lined up and he’s shooting by the time I’ve zipped up and left.

A little disgusted with myself that my powers of perception probably hoped that it was a black jockstrap rather than a black garter belt. I make another loop and I fuck a guy’s face for a while. He won’t offer me his ass, even telling me he watched me fuck that guy and that I can fuck him any other place but here.

And I bump into the black guy as he comments, “That was a mighty fine ass, wasn’t it man?”

“Yea, man,” I nod in agreement, now completely lying to him. “You have a good one.”

I head out. Half satisfied.

I Cum with References

I Cum with References

My ad on Craigslist read something like this:

VERY QUIET TOP seeks bottom for the following….

I don’t want a lot of back and forth. Ideally, there’s none. If you’re as slutty as I hope and you crave cum like a bottom should, the first e-mail to me should be your pic and your location.

You know your place is to be a bottom… a place for me to get pleasure. I don’t care whether you get anything out of it. I don’t care whether you’re ready or not. I don’t give a shit if you’re straight or bi or gay, old or young, hot or not. You are for a topman’s pleasure and nothing more. Your mouth and ass are available for my use.

I will fuck, mouth then ass. I might switch back and forth, so if you don’t like the taste of shit, then your ass better be clean.

I am quiet. I am not loud. I don’t yell. I don’t have to make a noise to fucking tear your ass up, use you, zip up and kick your ass out. I don’t care if you cum.

Since you’ll probably ask, I’m 38 years old with brown hair and brown eyes. I’m 6 foot 3 inches tall at 220 pounds, so it’s pretty tall and average. I love poppers, so have some available. If you want lube, make sure it’s on or in your ass. I just prefer spit — yours. I have a 7 1/2 inch cut cock that’s pretty damn thick. I’m neg, exclusively top and honestly don’t pay much attention to who I fuck. If you’re hot, even better. If you’re not, your ass better be damn good.

Be available. Want it. Or don’t bother me. It’s not based on your convenience. It’s based on mine.

When I post this ad, I get a collection of the usual crap along with a few of the sincere. Not too long after my post, another post appeared:

VERY QUIET TOP seeks bottom for the following…. Anyone Been?

Anyone been to see this guy? His post sounds way fucking hot, but would love to hear more before I take the plunge…..

Maybe he didn’t think I was paying attention or that I don’t have multiple e-mail addresses. I don’t know. But I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I used three different e-mail addresses across multiple services to give myself the references I needed. Here’s one.

He’s north of the city a ways and for some people it’s a little far. He fucks good. Really nice cock.

After a little while, I got this response from my alias address.

His ads just get me so hot. Very concerned that he is DDF as I am in a super long term and never BB. Do you feel reasonably comfortable with him? Is it safe there?

I responded.

I felt very safe. It’s in a subdivision just off the interstate. I know he’s quiet, like he says. He looks healthy, has a wedding band, looks like he has a baby and a wife. And he really does fuck good. Have you heard something else? I’m just curious since I’ve been there twice.

A few minutes later, he responded.

Nope, haven’t heard a bad thing yet. His ad gets me hot as hell and I have been aching to go over even though its a really long drive. Just probing a bit before I take my first plunge in years – I know the risks but would like to be reasonably sure that I am as safe as can be.

So I responded once more from the alias.

He’s certainly a good top and well worth the plunge in my estimation. Go for it!

Just after the e-mail went out, my other account popped up with an e-mail from the guy. Obviously, all the nice things I said about myself worked.

(Oh, and for you folks out there, each e-mail I sent used different punctuation, capitalization, cadence and style to assure the bottom couldn’t figure out it was me. The above e-mails were indeed copied-and-pasted. I only corrected the bottom’s crummy spelling.)

We exchanged a bit before he felt ready to go. Of course, a few obligatory pics went back and forth. Eventually, after the usual coddling you have to do with flighty bottoms, he agreed to come by my house.
I’d turned off all the lights in the late fall afternoon. My cover story had the wife and kid at her sister’s house for the day. I’d unfolded the baby playpen, scattered a few baby things around the living room and slipped on my wedding band. I darkened the master bedroom. Sometimes, with the skittish ones, it seems best to prevent them from seeing what they’re doing.

He arrived. I answered the door in a t-shirt and shorts. He was a little taller than I expected, but not much wider. In fact, he looked as if he’d lost a little weight. He seemed a little chatty but I ignored it, grabbed him by his hand and guided him upstairs. He passed the playpen and other baby things.

“How old is your son?” he asked.

I stopped on the stairs, halfway up. I dropped his hand, turned around and stared at him. I paused, and when I finally spoke, my tone was flat and non-judgmental. But I said the words quietly with force: “Would you like to talk or fuck?”

He stared back and I could see the glimmer of fright turn into lust. I didn’t move. I just looked into his brown eyes evenly waiting for his answer.

“Fuck.” It was almost a whisper… and a resignation.

I turned around and continued up the stairs and into my room. As I slipped into the darkness, I began removing the only two articles of clothing I had on. He came in and started to move toward me as I climbed on the bed.

“Clothes,” I said, again quietly and in that flat tone. He backed away and got the hint. Stripping down took him a little longer with shoes and socks, but soon he was naked too. When he reached toward me, he seemed to want to come into an embrace, something he was probably used to with his lover. I reached out to his face. Maybe he thought at first it was for me to gently caress him. I didn’t. I guided the slightly open mouth to me semi-erect cock.

He went to work, hungrily. He worked my hard-on until it was full and throbbing. A couple of times he wanted to come up and get more lovey dovey, but I kept him on task. He slobbered good on my cock and kept the attention going.

I snorted some poppers and enjoyed the sensation, directing him to lick my balls a little. Then I moved him to fuck his mouth. I held the back of his head and started thrusting. I’m not long but my head is big. My cock went deep enough to get him gagging but I didn’t care.

After the wave of pleasure ended, I let him up and moved him toward me. Again, he seemed to think it was for an embrace, but after I pushed his body and legs where it needed to go, he got the drift. His ass hovered over my cock, poised at his hole. I began to push him down.

“Lube? Where’s the…” he started to speak, reaching toward the nightstand.

“No,” I hissed.

He immediately jerked his hand back like it had touched a hot burner.

My cock broke through and he bounced off it fast. I know it stung, but I didn’t care. He was spitting on his hand and rubbing his asshole, but I kept persistent pressure on his thighs to sit down and arched my back. He relaxed a little and seemed to let me in again, a little further, but came off again quickly.

“I just need a little…” he again started.

“Get off me.” I said through gritted teeth.

“What?” he seemed confused.

“Get the fuck off me!”

He got the hint. I crawled off the bed tried to start pushing him down.

“What…” this fucker was plain stupid.

“Lay on your stomach and shut the fuck up.” Again, I lacked passion or hate. It was a command. He obeyed. I put my cock at his face and let him suck it a little, then pulled it out and climbed on top. I opened his ample cheeks and spit on his hole a couple of times. Maybe he thought I was going to eat him out, I didn’t. With one hand on his back and the other on his cock, I found his hole. Then, in one swift movement, I laid down on him and shoved my cock into him.

That moment, it was like riding a bronco. He yelped in pain and pushed up, just high enough for me to wrap my arms around him, shove in deeper and latch my legs around his side.

“No!” he screamed.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He was tense and seeming to start crying or wining. The bucking stopped though.

“Relax or it will hurt more,” I whispered.

With that, the tension began to release, but he was still crying or something. I began to move my cock a little in and out, while maintaining my grip and assuring he wouldn’t escape. He ass was tight. Too tight. But I didn’t care. I fucked.

“Ow ow ow” he was now whispering it like a mantra.

“Shut up.” I growled.

He relaxed even more and began to quiet down. Finally he was flat on the bed and I loosened my grip. My pace quickened as my cock slid in and out of his ass more easily. I knew he was not enjoying it. But he had resigned to it. He let me have my way.

I really began savoring the warm sensation of his ass and its intense tightness. I began to buck against him, pushing my cock as deep as it could go and adding a little force to my down-stroke. I lifted my own body off his and used gravity along with some back muscles to really push my hard cock into him. He grunted a little with each thrust. I wonder if it had started to feel any better, but I didn’t care really that much.

I paused, leaned up and angled my cock a little to scrape the right side of his ass walls. He flinched with a little change in pace, but didn’t try to get the invader out of his body. After a moment, I moved back into the position, hunched over him, to use my ass to really plunge into his. After a moment, the cum boiled up.

Another pause, this time for a snort of poppers and a wait to feel that warm rush come over me. Then I resumed with faster and shorter strokes, deep inside him, still feeling it all. His body was relaxed and resigned to the onslaught now. I varied my pace a little, speeding up and slowing down, riding the wave of pleasure with a good popper hit until I was there.

I didn’t ask permission. I didn’t utter a word. I just pushed my cock in deep and held it there. And I held my breath for a moment, as the final pulse throbbed through my cock and the first burst of cum slammed into his ass walls.

A second and third throb unleashed propelled my spunk into his raw ass and then I resumed my fuck job. I began moving my hips, eyes closed and hanging on. I enjoyed every moment and every subsequent throb of my cock as I continued to dump my load into his ass. And churning up the baby batter in his guts, I made sure his ass was coated and completely full of my cum. I continued, just as hard as always, pushing the cum deeper and deeper inside him.

Then I stopped and laid there. I didn’t move. I didn’t hang on. If he wanted to buck me off, he could have. But he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, my cock still inside him. I waited a bit, recovering from the poppers and the intensity of my load release.

I rolled off finally, my cock popping out of his ass. He stayed on his stomach. He didn’t move. He just breathed.

I eventually crawled off the bed, walked around until my cock was again poised at his mouth. He opened up and cleaned my cock off of the remaining cum and ass juices. When I was satisfied, I backed up, yanking my cock from his willing mouth.

“Leave,” was all I said.

He didn’t move immediately, but seemed to wait a moment until he knew for certainty what I’d said. Then he climbed off the bed and gathered his clothes. I ignored him, went to the bathroom to start the shower and get the stink of him off me. He seemed to be taking to long. I looked out as he was sitting down to put his socks on.

“I said, ‘LEAVE.'” This time I put emphasis on the word. His eyes darted up and looked at me with a mixture of hate and self-disgust. He stopped with his socks, picked up his shoes and walked downstairs and out the front door.