Thank you to Stu for getting in touch on Instagram and commissioning this story of his wild weekend away. This is part 1. Parts 2-4 will be released exclusively on Patreon.
I’m not short on sexual options in my hometown, but there’s something a little more fun about fucking a bunch of different people in a different city. So on my most recent trip to Vancouver I added an extra goal. To beat my record for loads taken in one day. My previous record was 4. I checked into my hotel in the late afternoon and knew I had plenty of time to make a big night of my first night across the border. I dumped my bag and jumped in the shower, completing the necessary preparations to ensure that my hole could take top after top.
While I had one of the bathhouses in the city high on my list, I had also messaged a few of the regulars I had collected over the years and had spent a little time before I came over trying to line them up. As I got out of the shower there was a message on my phone from one of the guys, saying that they had suddenly found themselves with a little bit of free time after work. I quickly replied with the name of the hotel and the room number and began to get myself ready.
I slid a jockstrap on and took the tube of lube from my bag. I applied a liberal amount to my hole to prepare it for quick entry. I knew this guy wouldn’t have any time to waste. I left the lube on the edge of the bed and slid up onto the mattress.
As I positioned myself my mind went back to the last time I had visited the city and this guy had taken me home from a bar. The sex was great. His glorious cock hit all the right spots and a few hours later I left with a load in each end and a belly sticky with a couple of my own. It wasn’t until I was walking down the front hallway to leave the house that I noticed the single wedding photo that he had forgotten to hide. My dick twitched at the idea that I had just been railed by a married man, on his wife’s side of the bed. It was that idea that had made me leave my number for him to contact me in the future.
I set myself up on the bed on all fours, my dick hard in anticipation and with the knowledge that this guy just needed a hole to use for his release. That he wasn’t getting enough at home. That I was just what he needed right now. I knew this session was going to be quick but I knew that also meant it wouldn’t be long until I had the first of many loads in me. And the night hadn’t even really begun.
I heard the door open behind me.
“Oof.” His reaction to the sight I was presenting him with. That sight is something I’ve spent a considerable amount of time working on in the gym, ensuring that it’s a feature likely to win some attention and some action. The jock-strap currently framing my muscular cheeks and smooth hole is something I have spent a considerable amount of money on as well.
“Hey, bro.” The gruff voice came from behind me, but I stayed facing forward.
“Hey. Ready to get a load off before you go home?”
“Fuck yes, I am.” I heard his belt hit the floor.
“What you waiting for?” I wiggled my ass a little, tempting him to make a move.
I felt the bed shift slightly as he moved up behind me on the mattress. A hand rubbed across one of my ass cheeks, causing a shudder to pass through my body. I felt his leg slide against mine and I felt that his feet still had his socks on. This guy wasn’t wasting any time. I heard the click of the lube opening and the slick sound of his cock being smothered and prepared for entry.
I shifted my legs slightly, allowing my cheeks to open a little and make it clear that my hole was ready for him. The invitation was quickly accepted and I felt his head press against my entrance. I took a deep breath to prepare myself and as I relaxed his cock started to slide its way inside me. I pushed back slightly, letting him know that I was ready for the entire length. He quickly complied and slid the rest of his cock inside me.
I gasped as it filled me and he moaned in response, holding still inside me for a moment. I could tell from this action that this fuck wasn’t going to take long. The feeling of having my hole filled was exactly what I came on this trip for and within an hour of arriving, I was spread open by a thick piece. I squeezed around his shaft, ensuring I felt every inch of thickness and length inside me.
“Can I?” he asked, a hand resting on my lower back.
“It’s all yours,” I replied, knowing how much both of us wanted it.
I remembered how hard this guy could fuck from last time. I dropped down, holding myself up on my elbows rather than my hands. I was going to need the extra support for the pounding I was about to get. The thing I loved about married guys is that when they get a free hole they make the most of it.
He sighed and I felt his length begin to slide out of me, removing everything but the swollen head. I gave that head a squeeze with my hole before he removed it completely, insisting that he keep me filled and get on with what he was there for. He took the hint and slammed his length into me, rocking the bed and pushing his hips against my ass.
I grunted in response and he moaned before repeating the movement. I felt my ass stretch around his hole and adjust to the intrusion. He felt the response from my opening and picked up the pace. Each thrust was just as hard as the first and just as deep. He grunted with each movement and I worked to hold my place as his hips slammed against me.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he panted as he worked up to a steady rhythm on my hole.
“Give it to me,” was all I could manage in reply.
“You want it?” he asked.
“I want it all.”
His thrusts continued, hard and fast. My hole had been opened by his thickness and he was making use of it. He wasn’t working for my pleasure, and I didn’t need him to. I needed him to take my hole and use it, leaving me filled with his hot seed.
I felt his legs stiffen against me and I knew he was close.
“Give it to me stud,” I called back at him, reaching back and spreading my cheeks, allowing him to slam harder and deeper.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum!” he announced an instant before burying his cock deep and erupting. I felt his cock pulse and his body shake as I felt the warmth of his cum spread inside me.
He pulled out one more time before shoving himself in deep as his last shot of cum fired. The rest oozed out inside me as the aftershocks pulsed through his body and I felt him shudder. I felt his hot breath on my back as he exhaled with relief.
“God damn I needed that,” he said softly.
“Happy to help.” I started to inch forward and ease his cock from my hole, but his hand slid around my hip.
“Don’t move. I’m not done,” he said. I could feel that his cock was still hard inside me. “It’s been too long and I’m gonna make the most of this.”
I smiled to myself and shifted again, sliding my hole back onto his thickness to let him know I was there for it. I felt his hands on my thighs and suddenly I was lying face down on the bed. I felt his arms wrap around me and his body press against me.
He moved more slowly now, his cock still hard and thick inside me. He sighed, his breath brushing my ear. Maybe a quick hole wasn’t all that this guy needed. I shifted my hips, grinding back against him, allowing him to fully penetrate me as we lay together on the bed. He moaned softly as he bottomed out inside me and paused for a moment. I could tell he was enjoying the sensation of my hole gripping his cock and the pleasure of freely burying himself so deep. His cock pulsed, it was still rock-hard inside me. I had found myself a proper stud for my first session. I knew in a matter of moments he would be slamming me again, using my hole to completely empty himself.
After a few more slow and deliberate movements inside me, his hands slid out from under my body and he used them to push himself up. As he moved his upper body lifted away from me but his hips pushed forward, somehow sliding his cock even deeper inside me.
“You good to go again?” he asked.
“It’s what I’m here for,” I replied, using my well-trained ass to squeeze his cock. I felt a shudder run through his body in response.
With my permission granted, he started to thrust, slowly at first. He withdrew almost his entire length from me before pushing it deep again. I moaned with each movement, feeling him open me up each time. With his first load over and done with, I could tell that he was now taking the time to enjoy himself. Which was fine by me, I had the whole night ahead of me.
A deep thrust pushed the head of his cock over my prostate and I moaned. I knew there was a good chance that anyone in the neighbouring rooms would be able to hear me but I didn’t care. There was a reason I chose this particular hotel and considering some of the noise I had heard from other rooms when I had stayed here previously, a few grunts from me weren’t anything out of the ordinary. For a few minutes, he slid slowly in and out of me, each movement pushing me down into the mattress. With each thrust, I felt every inch of his thick cock and the heavy breathing from him told me he enjoyed every inch of my hole that he was feeling.
He gave my ass a friendly slap before sliding in deep. He held himself in place for a moment before gripping my hip and turning our bodies so we lay on our sides. He continued to thrust slowly. I instantly lifted my knees in response, ensuring he got the best access to my hole. This position was a little more intimate compared to being railed on all fours, but I could tell his aim was still only to enjoy the sensations that my opening was providing him.
His hand held my hip as he worked his girthy cock in and out of me. He shifted back slightly, allowing himself to work just his head in and out of my opening. He moaned softly in response to the tightness he was now using. I could feel it opening me up with each movement. His body weight shifted on the bed as he relaxed, taking his time to enjoy me in a way I knew he could never use his wife.
The hard grunting of the first fuck had now been replaced by heavy, panting breaths and the sounds of my slick hole taking his cock. The load he had pumped deep into me within minutes of his arrival ensured I was wet enough to take his penetration. My own deep breaths ensured I was open enough.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I think I wanna cum again.”
I smiled. “Go for it. Fill me.”
With my permission, he altered his movements. The slow relaxed probing of my hole was replaced by short, shallow thrusts as he worked his head in and out of me. I reached down and lifted my ass cheek, allowing for an open pathway to my entrance while at the same time using my well-trained muscles to tighten my sphincter as he pushed inside me.
“Holy shit,” he grunted.
“Do it,” I grunted in reply.
He pushed his head inside me and moaned. He stayed shallow and still but I felt his cock throb and his second load pour into my open hole. The shaking of his body as his orgasm coursed over him shook the bed and his fingers dug into my hip as he unloaded. His cock pulsed again and a deep sigh escaped his body, signalling the end of another intense orgasm.
I slowly slid back, taking a moment to enjoy his entire length one more time. His body shook as I gripped his overly sensitive cock but he didn’t protest, allowing me a moment for my own pleasure. Even if he had wanted to protest, I felt as though he was spent after an intense back-to-back session.
We remained locked like that for a moment. Him panting behind me and my hole full of his wilting erection and the double load he had pumped inside me. I felt myself drifting off to sleep until his phone beeped from his trouser pocket on the floor.
“Shit,” he muttered as he withdrew, a little too quickly, and jumped off the bed.
I took a moment to allow my hole to adjust from the sudden emptiness before I turned and sat on the edge of the bed. I admired his naked form and his long cock dripping with wetness as he tapped his fingers on his phone.
“I gotta go.” He looked at me apologetically until he noticed the smile on my face. “But I guess you got what you wanted?”
“More than enough.”
He nodded to the bathroom. “Can I?”
“Sure.”
He stepped into the bathroom and I heard the tap running. He obviously had no time for a shower, having chosen an extra round on my ass as a better use of his time. I wondered if his wife would smell the sex on him when he got home.
I grabbed the small towel I’d left on the bedside table and wiped my cheeks a little. I wasn’t keen to wipe away any of this stud’s load but I didn’t want to be too sticky. I also reached into the pouch of my jockstrap and wiped a little of the precum away. The wet patch was obvious, but I didn’t need any extra soaking through into the jeans I was about to put on.
I looked up as he walked out of the bathroom, his cock finally fully softened. I took a moment to admire his body again. The definition of a dad bod. A hairy chest, an untrimmed bush and a thick meaty dick hanging between legs that I could tell had been athletic back in his heyday. He smiled at me briefly before quickly throwing his clothes on again.
“Thanks,” he said as he walked to the door. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your visit.”
“It’s off to a good start.” I grinned as he stepped out of the hotel room.
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