A Night at the Super 8

I’m waiting at the Super 8 in Hartford. Room 211. I posted what I hope I had hoped was a tantalizing message on Grindr. Open door. From 5 until 8. Bareback, All loads. Hooded. Ass Up. Breed Me. Fuck Me. Fist Me. Couples welcome. Gangbang. I have gotten five responses. A total of five guys so far, one response was from a couple (male/female) – that will be cool. She wants to watch her husband fuck a guy. She wants to see what it is all about. And when I told her that I liked to be fisted. Well, she said she wants to try that. Five men. One woman. It is the guys I will focus on. Their cocks, loads, fists.

So who I am? I am 35. In town for a conference. Married. Two kids. Nice wife. I used to think I was straight. Then bi. Now I know I am gay. And not just gay, a pig. I only play raw now. Maybe I want to get pozzed so I can get out of the marriage. Maybe I should just get out of it. Yeah, the kids are nice. But the sex. None. And I have become addicted to men. Yes, I fuck raw. I take all loads. And all races. All men. It is who I have become. I am happy with the choice. It is all about the sex. My black buddy Wayne made me like this. Unlocked my inner faggot who lives to be a faggot pig.  Over a three-year period he fucked and fisted me maybe 250 times until my hole was his hole, a hole for men… He moved away. I wish I could have become his whore. Would that have been cool. Maybe I can go out on my own some time and be a prostitute.

I’m 5’8”. I weigh 145. I have a 6” cock. Though this sex is not about my cock. All the sex I have had has helped get a nice, ready to-be-used male cunt that yearns to be filled, that sometimes after a good session does not want to close so I have to have some pads to keep my wet pussy from staining my pants. I love that now, now that I have a pussy for men. Especially when it is part of being able to get home with a fucked and fisted ass, a fucked ass full of loads. I can enjoy the loads at home. Maybe I should let them stain my pants. Does she ever notice? Maybe. I wish she would and say something about it and leave me so I could live the way I want to, even at home, have a place that is my own 24/7/365 place to have sex with men. Well, not 24 – I do have to work. I come closest to what I want when I travel for work – in those motel hours when my time is my own, and damn the nights have to give part of for company business. So far no mixing sex and work. But I maximize that time as much as I can. Like tonight. My boss loves that I like to travel for The Company. And I get results! For the Company and for me. A lot of business done. A lot of cocks and fists for me. A lot of nights kissing men. Sucking cock. Enjoying gay bars and sex clubs. Open doors at hotels. Hartford is best enjoyed as an open-door city. Like tonight. But how much easier it would be to be single. Then I could be a faggot every day. Pierced nipples and cock. Tattoos. Sex. Men. Me. Fuck I want pierced nipples. And… pierced cock, a heavy PA.

One day.

Today is today. OK. Time for guy #1. I have showered. Touched up my shaved body. Cleaned my hole. Everyone who comes after guy #1 later knows that it will have cum in it. That they will be getting sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths. They have to be cool with that. I am. It is my way. And everyone knows it is bareback only (unless they slip on a condom when I am not looking – which I may not seee as I love to be taken in my eyeless hood with the big mouth opening). Ass-to-mouth is always on my agenda. So at 4:55, this January evening, I draw the curtains tight, leave just the least possible light on, set out my extra lube, poppers, popper gas mask, put the door on the latch, and in my black leather jock with the red stripe on, put on my hood, climb on the bed, my ass facing the door, and get ready for guy #1. The BOOF in my ass has been in 45 minutes. I love the waiting now, the anticipation, sometimes taking a huff of poppers because I love the feeling. This is me. I do this when I am home and can host… wait in the front hall of our house… just like now… or in the sling in our cellar… shit I am a pig. In some ways it is too bad this is not the 70s when we men just fucked… but then I make my time s close to that as I can.

Guy #1 says he is a 50 year-old black man who loves taking asses on a ride and filling them with his love juice. I wait. I cannot see what time it is. I do look at my watch between guys. I know it is 5, my Jack Reacher inner clock.

I let everyone know that they are welcome to stay and make it a group. I love those. They can fuck each other if they want. Why not get the most out of my room. The company doesn’t mind. They like that I choose a lower cost motel. I love the sounds of men fucking. I always stay in places with outside room access so I will get no problems with men streaming through the lobby.

Guy #1. The door opens. Someone comes in. Someone closes the door.

“Hello. Nice. Nice ass.”

“Hello.”

I hear him stripping. I feel his cock on my hole. This guy just has to get down to business. He told me his wife was waiting for him. I love it that so many married men, married men like me, love cock and ass.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes, buddy,” he says as he pushes into my lubed hole.

“Damn, that is good, buddy. Right in. Like a wet, hungry bitch.”

“I am. Take this bitch.”

He fucks me hard. I am here to take his cock and his load. No love. No foreplay. Just pump and dump. Not a problem.

“Give me your load,” I say.

He fucks me. His long, thick cock is working my hole good. I love it. So much. A nice first cock of the night.

I feel him stiffen. He makes that pause just before he all but pulls out and then pushes back in as he cums.

“Shit, buddy. Take my cum. Be my slut. Be my bitch.”

I am. “Yes, Daddy, breed this bitch.

He pulls out.

“Daddy, please give me your cock to suck clean.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He feeds me. I am on his cock. I love the taste of his cum and my ass juices. A nice way to start the evening.

“Got to run. Hit me up when you get back to Hartford.”

“I will.”

He leaves. He leaves the door on the latch. I reach back to my hole, finger it. Nice. I get some his load on my fingers. I love it. Now to wait.

Guy #2 is a few minutes late. I have checked my watch. It still feels like rejection when someone is late, even by only a few minutes. There is that sense of deflation, that sense of rejection, of being blow off when what you want to do is blow. But the door opens. Again, I am ready. My hole re-lubed. I take some huffs of the popper. I want to feel that rush when he comes up to the end of the bed. His hands are on my ass.

“Nice… ass.”

I have heard that before. I like to hear it. I say, “Thank you.”

I love being in the hood not knowing what the guy looks like, just knowing what he feels like. He starts to finger my hole.

“Nice, wet… loose. I like that.”

I am silent. He puts three fingers in my hole. Then four. He fucks my hole with his fingers.

“Damn, that is a hot hole, man. Got to use like it wants to be used.”

“Yes.”

He must see the jar of lube. He says, “Right, I can fist you?”

“Yes.”

I know he must be lubing his hand. I feel him put lube in my hole. A generous amount. I like that. Wonderful. His fingers work their magic, caressing my swelling ass lips. Getting me ready.

“Take it.”

Then I feel that cone, the cone of fingers and thumb that can be the start of being fisted. He starts to work my hole.

“Shit, this hole wants more,” he says. “Much more. I like that. A hungry fist hole.”

“It does.”

I huff more poppers. I feel my hole respond. He works my hole. Then I feel his fist in me. He has stretched me. Enough. I feel his hand go from a cone to a clenched fist. I feel it go in, then pull just a bit out, stretching me. I like that. That is part of what fisting is all about.

“Shit, that is hot. Damn you take it baby. Let me take you to a new level.”

Then he begins twisting his hand in my hole. Then in and out.

“Shit, man, take my fist like a pig.”

I do. That is why I am here. To be fucked and fisted. As relentlessly as possible. He pulls his clenched fist out of my hole.

“Damn, damn, wonderful,” I say.

He starts to fuck me. His cock feels so good in my wet, loose cunt.

“Fuck, man, fuck, I am going to cum in you. You want my hot cum? Breeding your pussy, cunt?”

“Yes. Breed my cunt.”

He does. As he pulls out, I say, “Give me your cock in my mouth. I need to taste your cum.”

He steps to the side of the bed and I feel his cock on my lips. I am so hungry. I love the taste. He reaches back to get more from my hole. He feeds it to me.   

“Take it pig. You are so hot. I am going to fuck you again.”

He does,  and is fucking me when the door opens again. It is Guy #3, a bit ahead time.

“Shit, baby. This is so cool.”

“Yes, it is dude. Join me. Let’s double penetrate this faggot. Buddy, get up so I can lie down.”

Should I be more poetic? Write about the steel hardness of their cocks? Or the rough hands of Guy #3, scratchy on my skin? Or the glorious twisting of my nipples as I get double penetrated, as two cocks fill my hole? Or the incredible sexiness of taking a cock covered with your own ass juices and dripping of cum, cum with its always somewhat bitter taste, into your mouth, feeling the cockhead with your lips, touching the piss slit with your tongue? I could. But, tonight is about the pure experience of being in a motel room in Hartford, Connecticut getting fucked, getting fisted, taking loads, putting out like the slut I am, so want to be, and am.

I did what I was told. I got up. #2 took my place on the bed. He lay down. His legs bent at the knees to touch the floor. #3 guided me carefully until I felt #2’s cock at my hole. #3 lifted me up. Made sure I was impaled on #2’s cock. As I lay back on #2, I felt #2 hands on my ass, lifting it up so #3 could push his cock right into my distended man pussy. Fuck. Two cocks. If only I had a third in my mouth. I was fucked and fucked. They coordinated their movements to maximize the pleasuring of their cocks. I liked that they were doings that, that I could be just a hole they were fucking. Then two cocks exploded in my pussy. Two men stiffened. Two men drained their balls into me. #3 backed out and pulled me off of #2. I was turned around facing the bed. I knew what would be next, at least I hoped it would happen; it did. #3 started to punch fuck my hole.

“Fuck this is one loose cum hole baby. I love this. I have to get this again. While I was getting punched, I was fed a cock to fill my mouth. Shit. This is what being a man is all about. #2 must have taken my undershirt, doused in poppers, because I felt a damp cloth on my nose.

“Breathe in baby, huff those poppers. That hole will love it baby. You are our baby love. Fist him. Take his cunt. Make him a real pig.”

“Fuck, baby, that he is. I have never seen an ass hole so ready for cock and fists. Have to get this man again, and again. Shit how it blooms!” He had pulled out his clenched fist. “Damn that is so fucking hot. I do not think it will close for a week! Damn. I have to get back in.”

He did. My hole was so hungry, so loose.

“Double him, man. Let’s get our hands in him.”

They did

“Shit, his ass lips are too fucking huge.”

“Damn, I have to go.”

“Yeah.”

“You here tomorrow?”

“I’ll text you if Iam, I think so. Longer time? Threesome?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Maybe 7 pm and go until? Fuck I would love to see that pussy in the morning. Maybe spend the night.

“Maybe fuck and fist you all night.”

“Sure, I will be back to you guys.”

“You sure love this…”

“I do…”

They got dressed and left. Three men. A break. Get something to drink. Catch my breath.

Next up, the couple. Cool. A basic night of having my mouth and ass taken and used, enjoyed. Basic. Animal sex. Raw. Intense. What I like. Just men almost out of control. I need to get to where I am out of control and just a fuck and fist hole. I think about that, dream about that. Slammed finally would do it. All poz men would do it.

If only my wife could see me now. Her faggot husband just giving his body to be used by men. Or would it be the sex I might have with the woman tonigh that would bother her the most? I won’t fuck her. No interest in that. But would she use my hole? She said she had that fantasy. I would like to see how that felt. But bothered that I had sex with a woman? Wouldn’t that be sick? Kicked out for that when I want to be kicked out for my sex with men.

The double penetration was so good. Two cocks in my hole. Two cocks stimulating each other. Me splayed so open. I love to be that way. My arms held back. My legs held apart – held back so that I am so wide open. My hole so accessible, accessible as it should be. That had happened before in this very motel on my last trip here. I hooked up with three men. They took turns in what was a gangbang. Arms back, legs held apart. Hard cocks using my slippery, wet, cum-filled cunt. Six loads from them. And one of them called a buddy. He brought three more guys who fucked and then fisted me until my hole exploded out in a huge rosebud like tonight. I did not mind when a video of my prolapse was posted on a site that posts amateur videos. I posted an edited version on my Asspig account. It got a lot of attention. A good tool for my marketing. I am a pig.

So now it was time for the couple. It had been she who responded to my posting. The first time I had gotten a reply from a female. She called herself Janet. He was Joe. They were in their twenties she said. She 5’ 5”, 120. He was 6’0” 190. Their fantasy, her fantasy was for her to see him fuck a man. Another was for her to fist a man, hoping that it would inspire her husband to take her fists, submit to her dominance. She wanted to have their sex life turn kinky. She thought he might be bi, even gay. That did not bother her. Sex was sex. He fucked her. And she allowed she had some girlfriends.

They were expected now. The drill was the same. I would be nude, except for my leather jock, no need for her to be tempted by my cock. And if he was, he could take action. My hole was lubed with cum and lube. I would be hooded. The door would be open. They would come, strip, and take me as they wanted. The question was would they come.

They did.

The door opened at 7. I heard people walk in. I heard,

“Holy fuck, Janet. This is real.”

“Yes, honey, real. Now strip.” Said in a commanding voice. I like that,

I heard the sound of clothes coming off and hitting the floor. Someone walked to the side of the bed.

The woman’s voice, commanding yet sweet said to me, “Suck his cock. Damn what a hot asshole. I want to see that.”

A cock was put on my lips. It was already hard. He pushed in. Damn, I love cock. He was bashful at first. That soon ended.

“Fucking A, sweety, this is so hot, Janet.”

“So is this hole.” I felt her fingers working it, caressing my swollen ass lips, parting them, probing my opening, ducking in. “This man’s hole is like a sweet pussy.” Then she dove in with her mouth and tongue. She was eating my cunt. Hot. And the first time I had been rimmed by a woman. Sweet.

“Honey, let me see you fuck this pussy.”

“OK.”

She left my hole.

He was quick to enter me, balls deep.

“Janet, what a pussy this man has. So sweet. No fucking resistance.”

“It is baby. Fuck him. So you like this man cunt?”

“Yes… damn…”

I felt her get on the bed. She maneuvered herself so she could give me her pussy. She slipped her hungry crotch under my mouth.

“Eat me faggot.”

I did. I love any sex with my mouth. Eating a vagina was still good to me. I dove in, my tongue working, flicking her clit. I loved the wetness of any cunt. The juices. The reaction. The kissing of the cunt lips.”

“Shit, he knows what he is doing.”

All the while, her husband was fucking me, grabbing my ass. Playing with my ass lips with his cockhead.

“I love this, baby girl. I love ass. Damn, I want to cum in this hot mancunt and give him my cum.”

I said, “Breed me Daddy.”

“Cum in him, baby. Make him pregnant with your cum.”

He stiffened. His balls exploded. His cum joined the cum already in my ass. He pulled out.

“I want you cock, man. I want to suck it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, give it to me.”

He did. I love ass-to-mouth.

While he was filling me with his jism, his wife broke with my mouth, got off the bed, and went to the end of the bed.

“What a swollen hole.” I felt her clenched fist burst into my cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, girl. Fist me. Piston fist my hungry hole. Punch your husband’s cum deep in my guts. Mix it with the other loads in me.”

“Fuck, I will. I love your pussy. Honey, you have to try this. You have to get in this hole. And you have to let me get in yours! And you have to start fisting me. I want my pussy and asshole fisted. I love this wrecked hole.” She pulled her fist out. “Shit, it is blooming out!”

“Double punch it back in bitch.” I said. “Yes, bitch. I am your bitch to fist, woman. Your cunt to fist.”

Damn is she wasn’t the most frenzied fisting top I had ever know. She easily doubled my hole. I told them I was talking off my hood. They said OK. It made it so much easier to popper up, to huff, to feel the strength of the poppers make my hole seem to expand a grow as she worked it.

“I love this baby, keep wrecking my hole.”

“I will. But have to have my hubby feel what I feel.”

Damn if it didn’t seem like his bigger hand just slipped in. And damn they were beautiful. I wanted this man in my cunt. Breeding me, fisting me. I had to see them again. And she was perfect, a perfect ass, a shaven pussy, and the kind of breasts I wish I had when I thought about having breasts, that moved when she moved. Then while her husband was in me, she moved over my face again. Damn.

They seemed to be insatiable. He fucked me. He fisted me. The time ran on. She found my popper gas mask, asked me what it was, charged it, put it on me, and the two of them joined three hands together to see if they could get in my cunt. They worked it. They got in. They stopped. She said, “Push.” I did.

“Fuck. “A fucking prolapse baby, I want you to give me one,” she said.

“I will.” He said.

I was fully gassed with poppers as they left. I wanted them in me, wanted someone in me. My hole has gaping. I wanted to be filled.

The door opened again. The last guy. No hood on, I saw him, a black god. When he stripped he fed me his cock, huge, thick. I knew I could take it now. He paused to light a pipe. We shared it.

“T OK man.”

“Yes.”

I felt the happy jolt, and a wave of lust washed over me.

“Fuck me…”

He fucked me with his horse cock. It had to 11 inches and thick like a beer can. I took. All that fucking and fisting and the kiss of T and I was flying. Just a piece of meat to fuck.

“Man, you can take this monster. I love you.”

“I love you, man.”

He did. He loved my hole. The night ended with him jerking his cock in my hole. The T and the poppers. Perfect.

While he was fuckin me, he asked me if I would be in town tomorrow night. I told him I would be. No doubt about that. I wanted this man.

“Well, want to make plans?”

“Sure.”

“Here. 7 pm.”

“A deal. Two other guys will here too, OK.”

“Hot fuck, yes.”

“The door will be open. Damn, I have had a good time tonight.”

“How many?”

“Five guys, a woman.”

“Shit. Let me look at your cunt. Damn, you are fucking gaping. You like a woman in your hole?”

“Yes.”

“How about me?You want me big old fist?” And with that he just pushed in, finally stopped just short of his elbow.

“Shit.” Let me have a few minutes in there.”

As he fisted me, gently, warmly, almost sweetly, he said, “We’ll slam you baby. That OK?”

“Fuck yes.”

He switched to fucking me. The same sweetness. Then, he pulled out to jerk a final load in my mouth. I took what I could. He used his fingers to capture what had not gone into my mouth. Hs finger were gentle on my face. He fed me. I was in heaven. We kissed and kissed. He jerked my cock. A shot. He gathered my load and we shared it.

“Tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

He left.

I knew I had to confirm with those two guys, tell them that it would be three, and that T would be visiting… And I would be slammed. At last.

Then it was 9 p.m. Time the call home.

She started, “How are things honey, a long day?”

“Yes, about ready to get to bed. The usual business meetings and sales calls. A boring work supper with three very dull people. Then here to call you and maybe watch some TV. Your day?”

“I had fun tonight with Sissy and Deb. A lot of fun. I love being with them. There is something we have to talk about when you get home.”

“O.K. What’s it about?”

“The future. Well, sleep well.” Click.

No, Love You. Or Sleep Well. She just hung up. I did not call back. It did not feel like there was an invitation to do that. Sissy and Deb. Sissy divorced. Deb divorced. Both with a new look. Hot. Butch.

The future, I knew what my tomorrow would bring. Did the abrupt cut off of the call suggest something? Something I might like to hear? I hope so. Sissy and Deb.

And, my pussy was so loose right now, oozing my juices and so many loads. A great night tonight in Hartford at the Super 8… and maybe after the last guy, it ought to be called the Super 11… And those sweet tits on the bitch who fisted me. I would see Super 11 and two more tomorrow night. They would like that bitch there, maybe.

And those tits. Maybe I could get some. The talk, maybe I will be free to be me. I am young enough. My body is nice enough. What a slut I could be. What a slut I am. Maybe a whore. Maybe, just be me.