Cabana 2: Second Cock

Straight ahead of me, walkin’ my way, is the tallest, broadest-shouldered, hairiest, Latin muscle monster I’ve ever

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” Hector shouts again, and the crowd roars. 

Second rooster? What the hell is Hector saying?

The muscle monster, whom I assume is Vincente, has the most evil grin on his face and I swear to Christ it looks like he’s droolin’. Handsome as fuck. Pecs like slabs of steak covered in dark fur. Abs like you only see in advertisements for bluejeans. His cock is a fat tube of meat swinging hard and loose over a huge hairy ballsack. 

I look down at Ramon, whom I’m bent over, on all fours. Ramon is grinning like a madman. 

“You like Vincente, señor,” he says. “All like Vincente.”

I lift off my hands to stand upright on my knees, but Vincente’s meaty hand pushes me back and I fall onto my hands and knees again. Vincente drops to the floor behind me and suddenly my ass cheeks are pulled wide apart and I feel his stubbly chin rubbing between them.

God, I haven’t been rimmed in ages. And suddenly wham! his hot, wet, pointy tongue pokes out and strokes my asshole. It’s like thunderbolts exploding up my spine.

“Aww, damn!” I shout. My whole body is on fire from the pleasure of this musclegod’s tongue in my ass. My eyes are closed, focusing on the waves of electricity. Vincente licks up my ass crack with a flat wet tongue, his slobber moistening my entire buttcrack. His pokes at my hole like a little red cock, and I gasp at how good it feels, then he sticks his face between my cheeks and scratches with his beard stubble again.

“Ung,” I moan. “God!”

Somehow Ramon has slid out from underneath me, and when he’s completely free, I collapse onto my elbows, my ass high and completely Vincente’s. He’s got my ass cheeks wide and I’m pushing back into his manly face and his tongue is lapping my asshole and every nerve in that muscley ring of mine is tingling. 

My cock is hard and swaying with the movement of his face and it’s droolin’ the last drops of cum from before. Ramon kneels down by my side and begins to slow stroke my cock, milking every drop out and teasing my cock hard again.

Suddenly, the pressure from Vincente face is gone and my butt is left high and dry. I kind of crumple up onto my side, feeling the good throb in my ass. From here I can see Vincente. His back is to me. Amazing broad V of his back muscles leading to the strongest, roundest most perfectly muscled ass I’ve ever seen. Dusting of fur above the massive globes of his butt. Artists should study that ass.

Vincente’s putting on a condom. He turns back and looks at me. There is no nice in his eyes. It’s pure lust. Unadulterated desire. Dom of doms. No wonder everybody likes Vincente. 

He turns and kneels at my feet. He lifts one of my legs to one side of him so I’m layin’ on my back flat on the floor with a leg on each side of his spectacular form. His long, hard, condomed cock is pointing straight at my asshole like a compass needle to magnetic north.

Christ, I don’t know if I can do this. This guy’s a monster.

“Oso! Oso!” the crowd begins a low chant.

I take a few deep breaths as Vincente grabs me by the hips and, through sheer damn strength, pulls my hips up onto his broadly muscled thighs. The tip of his big cock presses into my ballsack. My belly crumples into a big heap of fat and flesh and fur as I reach up and grab my knees and pull them apart and to the sides of my belly, bringing my ass even more in line with Vincente’s tool .

“Vincente! Vincente!” the crowd chant. “Oso! Oso!”

I grit my teeth, ready for a serious reaming.

Directly above my head, the beautiful broad face of Hector appears. He kneels down, so it looks like he’s upside down, squatting over me. He has stripped naked. His fat uncut cock bobs right above my forehead.

“Hector,” I say dreamily. Hell, I feel almost drunk with lust and the fear of this monster at my ass. My hand automatically reaches for Hector’s cock (hey, I’m only human!) but I quickly remember to go back to holdin’ up my leg. Hector smiles at the effort.

“Señor,” Hector says. “Choosing Vincente is good luck. Good luck and bad luck.” He reaches his hand forward and rubs my belly lightly. I can feel Vincente’s huge cockhead nudge against my asspucker. This bastard’s going to rip me in half. 

“You will hurt now, mi amigo,” Hector says. “But soon you will feel... very, very good.”

I feel Vincente’s cock pushing into my asshole. It feels like a telephone pole havin’ it’s way me. Waves of nauseating pain shoot from my ass and slam up my belly. I start deep breathing trying to relax. The crowd roars their approval. 

Fuck,.it feels like I’m gonna pass out. The pain is shutting me down.

“Look in my eyes, señor,” I hear Hector say. I’m tryin’. I’m really tryin’.

“Aw, god!” I cry out between clenched teeth. Hurts like a son of a bitch. 

Yet within the pain, I want this manly monster more than anything. I bend my head forward and see the massive, hairy, muscular bulk of Vincente, his abs tensing, a trickle of sweat moving through the hair on his chest. His beefy hands grab the backs of my thighs and jackknife me even further. I push out as Vincente pushes in and I feel my ass muscles expand to include this huge intrusion of blood-pounding flesh.

I reach my hands up and take Hector’s face. Hector bends over and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. Vincente never stops, he is slowly pushing his cock further into my ass. I slam my hands against the slabs of hairy concrete that are Vincente’s pecs. I am folded in half and skewered and I’m not sure if I can do this at all.

Hector pinches my nipple and the sensation is earthshaking. It races from my nipple to my cock and asshole and my asshole relaxes and I shiver and gasp with the pleasure of it.

“Ah!” Vincente says. “Es mío ahora!” And he plunges his cock to the hilt. Hard.

For a half second I think I’m going to black out. The crowd roars. Hector bends down and kisses me on the lips. I feel the full length and fuckin’ breadth of Vincente’s cock deep inside me. I’m panting like an animal, and tears are comin’ out my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I ain’t also laughing! I’m laughing because of how fuckin’ good it feels.

We lay still a few seconds, my body adjusting to this massive skewering. Hector rubs my chest and my belly and gives me little kisses. 

“Oso!” someone yells. I turn my head and see a mass of men with hard cocks in their hands, their glistening eyes locked on what the three of us are doing.

Vincente waits patiently, his eyes closed in ecstasy since, well, I ain’t braggin’ here, but my asshole is pretty tight, having not seen a whole lot of action in the last few years and certainly nothing as ample as this thing. I squeeze my sphincter on his cock and Vincente’s eyes fly open.

He laughs low and toothy as he puts his hands in the crooks of my knees and begins a slow gentle pull out of my ass. It feels awesome, feeling that cock leave my body, and I growl a low growl, shivering all over. Vincente laughs. And when he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with the voice of a mountain range, low and rocky.

“Vincente...” he says, rolling his hips a bit as he slides his cock out my ass. “Vincente... big gallo,” he says, grinning. 

Fuck, yeah, man. Damn big rooster.

He stops his pull out and begins to move in again, a little faster this time. At the same time, Hector pinches my nipple and it feels like fire quenched by ice and I want to scream with how good it feels. I am being fucked by a mountain of muscle and fur. Vincente slides his cock in and slides it out and each thrust is a masterpiece and Hector laughs and pinches my nipple and rubs my belly, enjoyin’ the way I gasp with the good of it.

The crowd is groaning and moaning. I glance to the side and see that there are men fucking and sucking and jacking everywhere. Kneeling, bending, standing against the wall

I want it now. Fuck it. I got to have this guy.

“Bueno?” Hector says, looking into my eyes.

Fuck, yeah!

“Muy,” I yell. “Now fuck me!” 

I slam my fist down on Vincente’s rock-solid chest. It don’t make a dent, but I get his attention. He growls a low hungry growl and starts really fucking me. A cheer goes up. Vincente leans in and begins pounding my ass, his ass muscles flexing and unflexing, moving that monster dick in and out of me like a dog in heat. He grabs my shoulder with one hand, and pushes me even deeper down on his cock. 

“God!” I yell. “Aww!” It hurts so good.

I slap Vincente’s face. He grins. I slap him hard. There is pure anger in his brown eyes. Then he smiles again. I slap him once more. He grits his teeth and bangs his cock into my ass with a brutality I’ve never known.

“Ung, do it!” I yell. Slamming my fist on his hairy chest.

“Vincente wins you!” Vincente hollers as he bangs me hard over and over, without mercy. 

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles of his back as they flex, thrusting his cock in and out my ass. Hector squats back up above my head, his cock leaning toward my face. He has put his hands on Vincente’s sloping, solid shoulders so he can squat lower. Hector’s cock comes toward my lips. I open my mouth and Hector’s cock slides in. His cock is hot moist rubbery foreskin and slippery eel muscle and salty precum ooze and I breathe through my nose and lift my head and I am being fucked at both ends now.

“Aw,” Hector cries out. “Oso macho grande!”

“Si,” Vincente growls. “Mi gran oso!”

Vincente pounds my ass and Hector’s cock slides deep down my throat and I am mad with lust and taking it all like a pro. I can feel the skin of Hector’s cock sliding loose down the length of his hard veiny shaft and my tongue works overtime to please this patient, sexy man.

The men all around are groaning and cheering and soon I’m feeling hands reaching out and touching my belly and chest and pinching my nipples and rubbing my sides and I see hands all over Vincente’s muscular mass and Hector’s body is covered with men’s hands as I’m ass-fucked and face-fucked into bliss.

Suddenly Vincente roars, loud as a fuckin’ tiger.

I feel his cock contract as it shoots wad after wad of hot jizz. “Vincente!” he roars, white teeth blazing, lifting his arms in a spectacular muscleman pose. 

Hector gasps. “¡Dios mío!” he screams and his cock bursts loads of cum deep into my throat and mouth. God, I’m going to drown here! I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time, but it ain’t all that damn easy.

Hector’s cock drains of buckets of hot salty cum. It’s dribblin’ out my mouth, but I don’t care. My tongue laps at that hard cock, licking out each pearly drop. Pretty quickly he gets ticklish and yanks his cock out my mouth with a plop!

Muscle monster Vincente shivers and shudders as the last drops of his cum fill the condom still deep inside me. I ease my legs down with a groan (I ain’t no spring chicken!) and the action of doing so slowly slides his cock out of my ass. It’s excruciating, feeling the emptiness his cock makes as it leaves my body. Vincente puts his hands on my belly; his brown eyes are shinin’ like licked brown M&M’s. Sweat courses down his hairy chest across his slabby abs. We are all breathing heavily, looking at each other.

“Amante,” Vincente says as he wraps his massive arms under my body and lays his head down on my belly. I laugh. Hector leans over and kisses me, lappin’ up the cum that’s dribbled onto my face. 

“I didn’t forget you, Hector,” I say to him, kissing him back.

“Gracias, señor,” Hector whispers, smiling. 

Hector stands and shouts in a commanding voice: “El gallo está aquí!” and a chorus of voices go out crowing loud rooster calls.

The Rooster is here! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Ridin' the Rails

I’m riding Amtrak south and feelin’ the need for a drink. Knowing there’s whiskey in the lounge car, I head that way through my car and into the next one. The train wobbles on some old tracks, which makes me have to keep my hands on the overhead racks while I walk and since I’m wearing a muscle shirt to stay cool, my armpits are all bear fur splayed out for all to see as I pass. My arms aren’t muscle arms by any means, but they have some shape and, damn boys, I can wrap you up tight in ‘em when I need to.

Starlight winks in through the open windows as the train moves through the night. Occasionally a distant porch light or lit-up highway billboard passes in the distance. I keep wobbling down the aisle. Halfway through the third car, I see something that makes my knees weak. Laid out across two big train chairs is a chubby cub sleepin’.

He’s maybe late twenties, early thirties. Downy blonde hair kind of short, but not buzzed or anything. I could still grab a fistful while I shove my cock up his ass. His face is so round and white and he’s snorin’ these little cute snores through his open o-shaped mouth. Such fine red lips which contrast against his sexy powdery white skin. He has a little blue blanket that is covering most of his body while he sleeps but the shape of his big round belly is obvious. His arms are soft smooth masses of pudgy deliciousness and goddamn I’m gettin’ real hard standin’ here watching this boy sleep.

Across the aisle the chairs are empty, so I duck into them and sprawl out best I can. I’m a big guy, 6’4”, and so sprawling is not so easy as this cub has it. But folding my one leg up on the chairs allows me at least to have some access to my crotch, which as I lean back against the window, I begin rubbin’ just watchin’ this cubby snore.

My cock has been hard for a while, but now, lookin’ at this sexy boy and feelin’ the hard rub of my beefy paw on its throbbing length, my cock extends itself to its full size inside my pants. I want so bad to take it out and jack, but I don’t want to get arrested, so I try to keep in control.

Damn, this chub cub is fuckin’ hot.

The train makes a big wobble and the chub wakes up. His eyes fall on me and for a moment he looks confused. I don’t stop rubbin’. I just stare at him and slowly rub my cock. Hell, if he doesn’t like it he’ll say so and I’ll walk away, no harm done.

I’m hopin’ he likes it.

The cub looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my hand rubbin’ my crotch. His hand goes up to his jowly face, wipin’ his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I answer back.

He grabs a corner of his blanket and tosses it off. In his sleep his shirt has ridden up his belly and I can see the full bulk of his belly, marshmallow smooth and silky soft, with a deep wide belly button. He sees where my eyes go. He doesn’t pull the shirt down. Instead his pudgy hand goes right to his belly and slowly rubs it.

“Mmm,” the cubby sighs. “I’m kind of hungry.”

I push my palm hard into my crotch and feel my hard veiny cock push against it. “I’m hungry too, boy,” I say all low and growly. I want to be this boy’s daddy bear tonight so badly I can taste him already.

“I see that,” he says. His voice is kind of high and soft and it’s turnin’ me on something fierce and by this time I’ve forgotten all about whiskey and want nothin’ but the boy. “Maybe I can help you out with that, daddy bear.”

Chubby cub sits up in his chair and pulls his sausage fingers through his blonde hair. “I got an idea,” he says. “Follow me.”

He gets up from his chair and heads for the stairs. I stand up and follow, my cock tenting out the front of my jeans like crazy. We slowly make our way down the train stairs and the chubby cub opens the door to the handicap bathroom.

“It’s a tight fit,” he says, “but I think we can do it.” His hand goes to my chest and feels my hairy tits there beneath my shirt. He turns and goes in. I follow him in and lock the door behind us.

When the cub pulls his shirt up over his head, I feel for a moment like I can’t breathe. He is a soft, pink Michelin boy of chubby splendor. His tits are magnificent, ample and downy white with sweet pink nipples pouting at the end of them. I pull my shirt off me and my face dives down to take one of those pink sugartits into my mouth. The chub sucks in his breath when he feels my tongue lapping along those nipples and pulling his soft enormous breast into my mouth.

“Oh daddy!” he murmurs. His hands move across my hairy back and one hand pushes my head onto his creamy tit. His other hand works its way to my front where he begins pinching and twisting my hairy nipple.

I work my mouth and tongue across his flabby tit until I reach his arm. He gets the cue and lifts his saggy arm above his head. His armpit is bulgy and soft and there are little wisps of blonde fur in the crevice and my tongue can’t get enough of this beautiful chub.

“I want it, daddy,” the cub says. His hands are now at my belt and he’s working feverishly to pull it open. I help him out. As I start taking my jeans down, the cubby unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. His little curvy cock is full staff underneath the bulk of his belly, his tight wrinkly ballsack push between his fat thighs and his hips are wide mounds of creamy goodness. He kicks off his sandals and pants right as I’m getting mine off. When we’re done, we stand in the narrow bathroom, the train wobbling, just starin’ at each other.

He is a perfect little cream puff of pink and white. He is pinching his little titty unconsciously while he looks me up and down. He lingers at my hairy fuckin chest and my belly. He takes in my bearish arms and thighs. But his mouth falls open when he gets to my big bull balls and my hard throbbin’ cock which is pointed right at him.

“I was hoping to blow that beautiful cock of yours,” the cubby whispers. “But it looks like it needs to fuck, right now!”

I lean in and kiss the boy. His mouth is soft and bubble gum sweet and his tongue plays on mine as he growls his pleasure into my open mouth. He turns around with my arms still wrapped around his body and he puts his hands up against the walls of the bathroom.

“Do me, daddy,” he says softly but insistently, “Do me now.”

He shoves his ass into my crotch. It’s so wide and flabby and soft and fuck I could cum just lookin’ at it.

I lean down and grab some lube and a condom from my jeans pocket. He waves that fat ass in my face while I slide the condom on and slick it up. I use my slicked up fingers to press into the deep fold of the chub’s ass until I find his pucker. He’s groaning as my fingers grope his asshole, his wide fat butt cheeks soft against my hand.

“Aw, god,” he says, “I need fucked so bad.”

“Yeah, boy,” I growl. “And I’m just the fucker to do it.”

I pull out my hand and grab my cock, so hard and insistent in my hand. My cock is so fuckin’ relieved to find its hard fullness diggin’ its way between the ample ass cheeks of this creamy soft chub and when it reaches his pucker, it’s massive head pushes it apart like a bulldozer.

The chub cub gasps. “Oh,” he groans. “Yes!”

He breathes deeply and I wait as patient as I can. One of my hands is high on his shoulder for leverage. The other is wrapped around him holding onto one of his soft pink tits. While his ass relaxes, I lean in and give his neck fat wet kisses.

“Oh,” he groans again. “I want it so bad. So bad.”

I push my cock slowly in. He tightens once more and I slow fuck in and out, just the length he’s loose. It feels so good on my cock I think I could explode. I’m groaning my pleasure right into his ear. Soon, he is loose and my cock goes all the way into the depths of this chub’s ass. My balls slap right against his flabby ass.

“Goddamn, boy,” I say, “Goddamn.”

“Aw, daddy, yeah,” he groans.

I start fuckin’ in earnest now. Our clothes in a heap below us, my greased up cock diggin’ up this boy’s creamy white butt, breathing hard, my hairy belly pressed against the soft folds of his back. My hips are buckin’ back and forth like an animal’s in this guy’s ass while I continue giving soft wet kisses to his neck.

“Oh! Yeah!” the boy whines. His arm is jiggling jiggling while he jacks himself off as he gets fucked. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

I pound his ass hard. My hard cock rubbin’ his prostate and makin’ him all explosive.

“Then cum, boy,” I growl. “I’m right behind you.”

And I lean in and bite his neck. Not hard but enough he can feel my need.

“Aw!” he shouts and I feel his asshole twitch tight around my cock thrusting deep inside him as his cum splats against the wall with a loud sound.

I feel ready myself and I reach down with both hands on his hips and start deep plowing him hard and fast. It’s everything I can do with the wobble of the train and the tight confines of the bathroom, but I’m fucking him out of pure irrational heat and horniness and in a moment I feel my balls churning in the sack and it’s about to happen.

“Aw, fuck!” I holler. My cock shoots and shoots jets of hot ropey cum deep inside this boy’s butt and I give the boy’s hip a slap at the cum fuckin’ goodness of it.

“Damn! Fuck, boy!” I holler.

He rides it. He milks every bit of the cum out of my cock until I am spent and my cock slowly slides out his ass. I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. We’re both breathing loud and hard as locomotives.

The cub turns back around, his back to the wall and he grabs my cock, milking the last few drops from it. He raises his cum-tipped paw to his lips and licks it.

“Mmm,” he sighs. “Manly.”

His soft blue eyes stare into mine. I kiss him again hard and deep.

“Nice ride, boy,” I say, coming up for breath.

“Oh yeah, daddy,” he says, pulling on my cock again. “Buy me a drink and we’ll do it again.”

Windowpane

The motel alarm clock screams in square red numerals: 3:45. The rest is darkness, the crisp unfamiliar feel of motel bed sheets and the low hum of the air conditioner. Don’t know why I’m awake. Maybe that sexy dream I had, with the handsome cub in army fatigues, down in the bunker.

Damn. Wish I could go back to that one.

I pull back the bedcovers and sit up on the edge of the bed. My balls hang over the edge, the cool of the sheets smooth against my ballsack. My cock is soft and hooded up which surprises me considering that damn dream. I pinch my foreskin closed and pull on it some. Juicy. I scratch at my pubes a little, starin’ at the crack in the curtain which lets in just a sliver of soft night, maybe a street light or maybe the motel rooms across the small courtyard.

I stand up and soft pad over to the bathroom, lift the lid and piss a nice solid noisy stream. “Aww,” I sigh. Holdin’ my cock to aim gives it ideas of its own and pretty quick my cock is getting’ semi-hard and pushin’ against my foreskin, rollin’ it back.

The toilet flushes loud and someone in the room next to me coughs. I wash my hands and pad out into the room again. I’m rubbin’ my belly which is covered in manfur and starin’ at the dark space that is the motel mirror. I can barely make out my form: tall, big-bellied, big bear arms and legs. My hand moves up to my nipple and gives it a tug.

“Mmf,” I grunt. Feels good like fire.

I walk over to the curtain and part it some. The night is dark and my window is on the third floor overlooking a small courtyard and the other wing of the motel. My cock presses against the cool glass as it gets harder. The rooms in the other wing are all dark. Everyone’s asleep. Except me.

I pull back and lift my cock so it rides up against the glass. I press my belly and cock against the window and feel the sheer smooth cool against my skin. My cock likes the feeling and I feel blood start pounding into the shaft and it hardens and gets fuller. I rub against the glass a little, then step back. My cock leaves a smudge of precum on the window.

“Hot,” I murmur.

I look as best I can and see no lights on in any of the windows facing me. My cock throbs, knocking against the window with a dull thump, thump, thump. I flex it and it smacks against the glass and holds until I release it.

“Damn,” I say.

I move against the glass again. The window pane is so smooth and solid and cool, it’s like another man pressed against me. I spread my hips a little, moving my pelvis closer to the window. My balls rub into the glass and my cock, pressed between my belly and the glass, begins really humpin’ good.

“Fuck,” I say. My hands are pulling on the window sill to push my body even further against the glass as I hump the window pane.

“Fuckin’ A,” I say. “Ah god!”

Just then, across the way and one floor up, a light comes on in a room. Silhouetted there is a man, slender and medium-height.

“Oh, shit!” I say, backing up a step. There’s precum smudged all over the glass. Kind of goin’ cock crazy there, feelin’ the incredible humpy feelin’ and almost forgot where I was.

I look out at the silhouetted guy in the window across the way. Can’t make out too much because he’s backlit, but I can see he has strong knotty muscles in his shoulders and in his bulging arms and I can see his torso v’s into a slim waist and hard hips. And his balls hangin’ between his thick thighs. So the guy’s naked. I can also see that the guy has a shaved head, but I can’t make out his face well or if the guy can see me.

I step forward again between the curtains. Heft my hard cock up again and push it against the window and slowly fuck the glass.

“Aw,” I growl. The glass against the bottom of my cockshaft is so hard and it feels good to rub up against it. I look at the silhouette of the man in the window across the way. He doesn’t seem to see. His body doesn’t move but stands perfectly still, a strong solid mass of man backlit in a motel room window.

“Aw, fuck,” I say. I step back and pull my foreskin all the way back. I tug on my balls a little which like that a lot.

Suddenly the man presses his body against the glass. The light outside his room illuminates his body against the glass. Hard muscle, dusting of hair between his pecs, fat midsize cock pressed against his window. He does just as I did, rubbin’ his cock against the glass. His balls hang like a bulldog’s and slap silently against the window as he moves.

“Damn,” I whisper.

I step forward and press my belly and cock against the glass again. The guy doesn’t back off. He keeps humping the glass and for a moment I think of how crazy this is, two guys humpin’ their motel room windows where anyone could see at any moment or walk by and what the fuck then?

But this thought only makes me harder. I feel my ass twitch with the horniness of it. I’m loving the glass frotage almost as much as watchin’ this horny muscle guy jackin’ with his windowpane, but because of my belly, I’m not getting all the pressure I want out of it.

I take a half step back, making sure to stay between the curtains - just enough to wrap my fist around my cock and start jacking without smacking the window.

“Aw, god,” I cry.

I’m jackin’ my cock hard now. Jackin’ and watchin’ the guy below. He has put one of his feet up on something, a chair or something, and this gets his hips closer still so his body is completely pressed against the glass. His arms are spread wide and his biceps smash like boulders against the window, his hands splayed out flat. His cock is riding up and down like I’m watching him fuck an invisible ass and every now and then, his face comes close enough for me to see the high cheekbones, the dark eyebrows, the long lashes and the black moustache.

“Fuck,” I say. “I’m going to cum, buddy.”

My balls rise up against me and I feel my cock throb a hard throb and a shot of hot sticky cum shoots out and smacks right into the window.

“Aw, yeah!” I growl. “Fuck!”

Wave after wave of cum spurts out onto the glass where it drools slowly down. My heart is pounding loud with the orgasm and my breath is ragged. My hand slows down on my dick and I pinch the last drops of cum out onto my fingers.

The guy steps up his window fucking and suddenly without sound I see his mouth open wide and his white teeth like he’s shouting and a shot of cum streaks up the window almost to the top. More shots follow and his muscled abs smear the cum into the window in a big smeary mess.

I lick the cum off my fingers and look down at the guy. We stare for a moment just catchin’ our breath. After a moment, he waves and his light goes off. The room is plunged again into darkness.

I grab some tissues from the bathroom and wipe up the window. Doesn’t really clean up but at least the maid won’t have to deal with the whole sticky mess. When I’m finished, I look out. The other wing of the motel is dark and quiet again.

The clock reads 4:05.

A light goes on in a room across the way and one floor down. The silhouette of a tall black man is framed in the window. He’s lookin’ up at me and I can tell he’s jackin’ off something very big and meaty.

Damn. Maybe getting’ back to that dream can wait a while.

Hot Pastrami on Rye

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