It was a brief stay in New York City. From the moment I checked into my hotel room in Times Square at 3 PM I had 17 hours to hook up. It had been months since I felt the searing heat of a muscle stud’s body from within. Sure, I continued to be drained on the regular by Wyatt, my straight, married cocksucker at the gym. And I had worshiped my bi trainer buddy’s dick not too long ago. But I craved the visual of watching my dick stretch a stud’s hole wide.
I hopped on Grindr almost immediately upon check-in at the hotel. I was in Times Square on a Sunday afternoon. It was raining. I stripped my suit off and stood in the window of my hotel naked. I glanced around at the buildings around me, specifically noting the windows. I didn’t see anyone looking back, not that I would have cared. Out my hotel window I could see the Empire State Building towering over Manhattan.
I left the curtains open as I changed. I debated heavily what to wear. I was only going across the street to a bar and restaurant to watch some football and grab a bite. Jeans? Naw. Briefs? Naw. I settled on my favorite pair of grey sweats and a hoodie. I didn’t need to impress anyone, really. Besides, I was free balling and anyone who I might want to impress would no doubt be impressed by the log hanging between my legs.
I did a quick check of Grindr. Nothing serious, yet.
I was seated almost immediately near the bar of the place next door. The Bills game was just ending (with a win I might add) and the Pats game was just getting underway. I ordered some delicious eats and an ice cold Blue Moon. My phone buzzed. Grindr.
The message was from a profile of a guy with his shirt pulled up to show his abs (6-pack). He was 29 and according to his profile muscular and versatile. “What’s up?”
“Not much dude, you?”
“About the same. Procrastinating getting shit done before work tomorrow.”
“Nice. I’m watching the game trying to find a reason to procrastinate.”
“Oh yea? What are you into?”
“Guys that are muscular and know how to take a dick, if I’m being blunt.”
“That’s what’s up! Wanna meet?”
I debated. “Maybe. Travel, clean, like it rough?”
“Yes, yes, and FUCK yes.”
We traded a few pictures back and forth before I gave him my hotel information. I asked him to be there around 8 which would give me plenty of time to eat, have a few beers, shower, and be ready for him.
At 8 exactly there was a knock at the door. I opened it wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist. He was as advertised: 5’7”ish, 170, brown hair and tan. Extremely muscular from what I could tell. And his smile…fuck, his smile. “Hey Eric.”
“Yo TJ. I was really hoping you’d be real.”
“Oh, I assure you, I’m real.” He wasn’t really listening to me. His eyes were fucking my brains out already as they went up and down my torso. “Come on in dude.”
He was wearing jeans and a hoodie. I had asked him to wear a jock, sneakers, and a baseball cap – wanting desperately to full full the need to wreck a quintessential American jock. He had the cap on and sneakers that I could tell. I wondered about the jock strap.
He sat on the bed. I had a couple bottles of lube (Wet and Gun Oil) on the night stand along with 3 brand new Magnums. He eyed them and smiled. I smiled back and hopped on the bed next to him. “Any ground rules before we get to it?” (I always like to ask, especially if I am planning on really verbal, rough fucking).
“What do you mean?”
“I kinda get into it and want to respect your boundaries. So – Safe or raw, derogatory or no, all out rough or mild, any restrictions on where I can cum, etc.”
“Oh fuck dude. You’re good. Just make me moan.”
“Ok fag. Hope you’re ready for this.” I stood up and pulled the towel from my waist. My cock was limp but plump. The skin was starting to roll back over my bright red head. I had just shaved my enormous bull sized low hangers and trimmed my thick bush to ¼”. My meat hung a solid 6” from root to tip and my balls hung below that. His eyes grew wide as I flexed my muscles to show him the depth of my cum gutters. I smirked. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, boi.”
Taking the hint, he dropped to his knees and slowly began slurping my down his throat. At 6” limp he was able to easily stuff every inch in his mouth. When he looked up at my and caught my eyes my cock began to grow. I tweaked my left nip making my cock pulse. By the time I was half mast, he couldn’t contain me anymore.
He gagged on my swelling member as I held his nose to my pubes. “Awe fuck” I growled. “You like that alpha cock don’t you?”
He nodded as he broke free to get some air. “I fucking love it, sir.”
I slapped my now fully hard 8” dick across his cheeks and ordered him to worship it. He obeyed without hesitation. After 5-10 minutes of him sucking the life from my dick I directed him to stand. At 5’10” I towered over him. He sucked my left nip which resulted in a huge glob of pre oozing from my throbbing cock. I moaned loudly.
I pushed him back slightly and took off his hoodie. He was cut. As advertised. He had several tats just were well done and really added to the “American Jock” look I was lusting for. There’s something about fucking the life out of a dude that could easily pass for straight that just drives me wild.
I slid my hand down feeling his pecs and abs before unbuttoning his jeans. “There better be a jock under here, and not a faggot jock either.”
He backed away and removed his jeans to reveal a black Gym jock strap. My cock literally spewed a rope of pre across the room hitting him in the leg. “Fuck you’re a cum machine.” He said while licking it from his finger tip.
I pulled him closer, sliding my hand down into the pouch of his jock. It was full but I hadn’t seen his dick, not even in a picture. I felt a rock hard average length cut cock. His big balls were smooth and he moaned when I massaged them. “We’ll leave these toys in here for now.”
The tats extended to this thick muscled legs. I spun him around to see his ass. Framed perfectly by the jock was his rock hard muscle ass that by all definitions was a bubble. I grabbed it. He moaned. “Uhhh fuck, boi. I can’t wait to get in this.”
I pushed him on his stomach on the bed. Spreading his legs I began to devour his pink hairless hole. He tasted amazing as I lapped at him. He moaned quietly and began to open up for me. “Please fuck me, sir.”
“Yea boi? You want my cock in you?”
“Fuck yea I do. Please fuck me with your huge cock, sir.”
I reached for the Gun Oil and drizzled some on his puffy pussy before drizzling some on the top of my cock. I worked it around on my shaft before working it into his ass, too. Slapping my girthy dick on his ass, I asked one more time, “You sure you want this dick?”
“I don’t want it, sir. I need it.”
I pushed into him gently at first. My head popped in after a few attempts and he whimpered quietly.
I pulled back out letting him relax a little before popping my head and 3” of shaft in him. “Awe fuck I’m full daddy.”
“That’s only half of it, boi.”
“Holy FUCK I can feel it in my….” I didn’t let him finish before I drilled my entire length into him. I could feel his second ring against the head of my cock. He howled in pain. “FUCCCK THAT’S HUGE.”
Holding his waist, I pulled back and slammed in again. This time it was easier and he was much more responsive to my meat filling him. As I repeated the task of opening him up with increased force his moans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. “How’s that dick feel, faggot?”
“Fucking amazing, sir.”
“You ready for it boi?”
“Fuck ye…” I again cut him off by burying my meat in him. I pulled him up on his knees and began pile driving him. Slapping his ass and slamming my meat deep in his guts I mercilessly fucked him for easily 30 minutes. His dick was still bound by the jock and he begged me to allow him to touch his “tiny little faggot cock.”
“You’ll touch it when I say so, fag. Right now you exist for my pleasure only.”
“Yes sir. You’re right sir, I’m sorry.”
I was close to cumming. Besides being rock hard and perfectly bubbled, his ass was top tier tight. The grip this stud had on my dick was nothing short of awe inspiring. “I’m gonna nut, boi.”
I pulled out and flipped him on his back. He was flush and his eyes gave away his pleasure. I straddled his chest and spewed a massive load all over his face. He moaned like a bitch as my seed splattered across his face. I reached behind me to feel his cock in the pouch. It was soaked. He had cum.
“When did you cum, boi?”
“Just now when you painted me like the whore I am, sir.”
I licked his face clean and spit my entire load in his mouth which he gulped down immediately. I stood up and pulled his jock off. His dick was still rock hard and pulsing. The pouch was coated in jizz. I stuffed his cum covered jock in his mouth and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
Placing his legs on my shoulders, I pushed my still steel hard dick in his cunt again. He bellowed. Each full length thrust pushed another glob of cum from his leaking dick. He was clearly in ecstasy. So was I.
We went on like this for 15-20 minutes before I was finally out of steam and needed a break from aggressive fucking. I pulled out and laid on the bed. “Get on me.” I ordered.
He climbed up and mounted himself on my meat. Slowly impaling himself on 8” of alpha cock. The visual was crazy hot. His muscles flexed as he rode me.
When I had caught my breath, I rolled over and began violently fucking him missionary. My hips were meant to jackhammer my cock in and out of a juicy pussy. I held his shoulders and worked his ass over. He starred into my eyes as he anally orgasmed on my cock. Hearing and feeling him cum sent me into overdrive. I pushed my cock deep into him, breaking past his second ring and filling his guts with an enormous load.
I pulled out, spilling a torrential amount of cum and lube from his gaping pussy. My fat, freshly drained dick fell against my nuts with an audible thud. I looked down as the last ropes of jizz oozed from my veiny dick. He licked it clean before getting redressed.
“Bruh, I gotta tell you. That’s probably the best dicking I’ve had in a year.”
Laughing a little, “And I gotta tell you, that’s the best ass I have been in in maybe ever.”
He left quietly.
My phone lit up shortly after he left. It was Grindr. “Wanna blow me?” With a picture of a gorgeous 8-9” cock.
“Sure, here’s my location.”
“See ya in 10.”
I hopped in the shower to rinse the sex off me. I had just stepped out when a heard a knock at the door. I answered it wearing just a towel….
I hopped on Grindr almost immediately upon check-in at the hotel. I was in Times Square on a Sunday afternoon. It was raining. I stripped my suit off and stood in the window of my hotel naked. I glanced around at the buildings around me, specifically noting the windows. I didn’t see anyone looking back, not that I would have cared. Out my hotel window I could see the Empire State Building towering over Manhattan.
I left the curtains open as I changed. I debated heavily what to wear. I was only going across the street to a bar and restaurant to watch some football and grab a bite. Jeans? Naw. Briefs? Naw. I settled on my favorite pair of grey sweats and a hoodie. I didn’t need to impress anyone, really. Besides, I was free balling and anyone who I might want to impress would no doubt be impressed by the log hanging between my legs.
I did a quick check of Grindr. Nothing serious, yet.
I was seated almost immediately near the bar of the place next door. The Bills game was just ending (with a win I might add) and the Pats game was just getting underway. I ordered some delicious eats and an ice cold Blue Moon. My phone buzzed. Grindr.
The message was from a profile of a guy with his shirt pulled up to show his abs (6-pack). He was 29 and according to his profile muscular and versatile. “What’s up?”
“Not much dude, you?”
“About the same. Procrastinating getting shit done before work tomorrow.”
“Nice. I’m watching the game trying to find a reason to procrastinate.”
“Oh yea? What are you into?”
“Guys that are muscular and know how to take a dick, if I’m being blunt.”
“That’s what’s up! Wanna meet?”
I debated. “Maybe. Travel, clean, like it rough?”
“Yes, yes, and FUCK yes.”
We traded a few pictures back and forth before I gave him my hotel information. I asked him to be there around 8 which would give me plenty of time to eat, have a few beers, shower, and be ready for him.
At 8 exactly there was a knock at the door. I opened it wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist. He was as advertised: 5’7”ish, 170, brown hair and tan. Extremely muscular from what I could tell. And his smile…fuck, his smile. “Hey Eric.”
“Yo TJ. I was really hoping you’d be real.”
“Oh, I assure you, I’m real.” He wasn’t really listening to me. His eyes were fucking my brains out already as they went up and down my torso. “Come on in dude.”
He was wearing jeans and a hoodie. I had asked him to wear a jock, sneakers, and a baseball cap – wanting desperately to full full the need to wreck a quintessential American jock. He had the cap on and sneakers that I could tell. I wondered about the jock strap.
He sat on the bed. I had a couple bottles of lube (Wet and Gun Oil) on the night stand along with 3 brand new Magnums. He eyed them and smiled. I smiled back and hopped on the bed next to him. “Any ground rules before we get to it?” (I always like to ask, especially if I am planning on really verbal, rough fucking).
“What do you mean?”
“I kinda get into it and want to respect your boundaries. So – Safe or raw, derogatory or no, all out rough or mild, any restrictions on where I can cum, etc.”
“Oh fuck dude. You’re good. Just make me moan.”
“Ok fag. Hope you’re ready for this.” I stood up and pulled the towel from my waist. My cock was limp but plump. The skin was starting to roll back over my bright red head. I had just shaved my enormous bull sized low hangers and trimmed my thick bush to ¼”. My meat hung a solid 6” from root to tip and my balls hung below that. His eyes grew wide as I flexed my muscles to show him the depth of my cum gutters. I smirked. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, boi.”
Taking the hint, he dropped to his knees and slowly began slurping my down his throat. At 6” limp he was able to easily stuff every inch in his mouth. When he looked up at my and caught my eyes my cock began to grow. I tweaked my left nip making my cock pulse. By the time I was half mast, he couldn’t contain me anymore.
He gagged on my swelling member as I held his nose to my pubes. “Awe fuck” I growled. “You like that alpha cock don’t you?”
He nodded as he broke free to get some air. “I fucking love it, sir.”
I slapped my now fully hard 8” dick across his cheeks and ordered him to worship it. He obeyed without hesitation. After 5-10 minutes of him sucking the life from my dick I directed him to stand. At 5’10” I towered over him. He sucked my left nip which resulted in a huge glob of pre oozing from my throbbing cock. I moaned loudly.
I pushed him back slightly and took off his hoodie. He was cut. As advertised. He had several tats just were well done and really added to the “American Jock” look I was lusting for. There’s something about fucking the life out of a dude that could easily pass for straight that just drives me wild.
I slid my hand down feeling his pecs and abs before unbuttoning his jeans. “There better be a jock under here, and not a faggot jock either.”
He backed away and removed his jeans to reveal a black Gym jock strap. My cock literally spewed a rope of pre across the room hitting him in the leg. “Fuck you’re a cum machine.” He said while licking it from his finger tip.
I pulled him closer, sliding my hand down into the pouch of his jock. It was full but I hadn’t seen his dick, not even in a picture. I felt a rock hard average length cut cock. His big balls were smooth and he moaned when I massaged them. “We’ll leave these toys in here for now.”
The tats extended to this thick muscled legs. I spun him around to see his ass. Framed perfectly by the jock was his rock hard muscle ass that by all definitions was a bubble. I grabbed it. He moaned. “Uhhh fuck, boi. I can’t wait to get in this.”
I pushed him on his stomach on the bed. Spreading his legs I began to devour his pink hairless hole. He tasted amazing as I lapped at him. He moaned quietly and began to open up for me. “Please fuck me, sir.”
“Yea boi? You want my cock in you?”
“Fuck yea I do. Please fuck me with your huge cock, sir.”
I reached for the Gun Oil and drizzled some on his puffy pussy before drizzling some on the top of my cock. I worked it around on my shaft before working it into his ass, too. Slapping my girthy dick on his ass, I asked one more time, “You sure you want this dick?”
“I don’t want it, sir. I need it.”
I pushed into him gently at first. My head popped in after a few attempts and he whimpered quietly.
I pulled back out letting him relax a little before popping my head and 3” of shaft in him. “Awe fuck I’m full daddy.”
“That’s only half of it, boi.”
“Holy FUCK I can feel it in my….” I didn’t let him finish before I drilled my entire length into him. I could feel his second ring against the head of my cock. He howled in pain. “FUCCCK THAT’S HUGE.”
Holding his waist, I pulled back and slammed in again. This time it was easier and he was much more responsive to my meat filling him. As I repeated the task of opening him up with increased force his moans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. “How’s that dick feel, faggot?”
“Fucking amazing, sir.”
“You ready for it boi?”
“Fuck ye…” I again cut him off by burying my meat in him. I pulled him up on his knees and began pile driving him. Slapping his ass and slamming my meat deep in his guts I mercilessly fucked him for easily 30 minutes. His dick was still bound by the jock and he begged me to allow him to touch his “tiny little faggot cock.”
“You’ll touch it when I say so, fag. Right now you exist for my pleasure only.”
“Yes sir. You’re right sir, I’m sorry.”
I was close to cumming. Besides being rock hard and perfectly bubbled, his ass was top tier tight. The grip this stud had on my dick was nothing short of awe inspiring. “I’m gonna nut, boi.”
I pulled out and flipped him on his back. He was flush and his eyes gave away his pleasure. I straddled his chest and spewed a massive load all over his face. He moaned like a bitch as my seed splattered across his face. I reached behind me to feel his cock in the pouch. It was soaked. He had cum.
“When did you cum, boi?”
“Just now when you painted me like the whore I am, sir.”
I licked his face clean and spit my entire load in his mouth which he gulped down immediately. I stood up and pulled his jock off. His dick was still rock hard and pulsing. The pouch was coated in jizz. I stuffed his cum covered jock in his mouth and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
Placing his legs on my shoulders, I pushed my still steel hard dick in his cunt again. He bellowed. Each full length thrust pushed another glob of cum from his leaking dick. He was clearly in ecstasy. So was I.
We went on like this for 15-20 minutes before I was finally out of steam and needed a break from aggressive fucking. I pulled out and laid on the bed. “Get on me.” I ordered.
He climbed up and mounted himself on my meat. Slowly impaling himself on 8” of alpha cock. The visual was crazy hot. His muscles flexed as he rode me.
When I had caught my breath, I rolled over and began violently fucking him missionary. My hips were meant to jackhammer my cock in and out of a juicy pussy. I held his shoulders and worked his ass over. He starred into my eyes as he anally orgasmed on my cock. Hearing and feeling him cum sent me into overdrive. I pushed my cock deep into him, breaking past his second ring and filling his guts with an enormous load.
I pulled out, spilling a torrential amount of cum and lube from his gaping pussy. My fat, freshly drained dick fell against my nuts with an audible thud. I looked down as the last ropes of jizz oozed from my veiny dick. He licked it clean before getting redressed.
“Bruh, I gotta tell you. That’s probably the best dicking I’ve had in a year.”
Laughing a little, “And I gotta tell you, that’s the best ass I have been in in maybe ever.”
He left quietly.
My phone lit up shortly after he left. It was Grindr. “Wanna blow me?” With a picture of a gorgeous 8-9” cock.
“Sure, here’s my location.”
“See ya in 10.”
I hopped in the shower to rinse the sex off me. I had just stepped out when a heard a knock at the door. I answered it wearing just a towel….