Hooking up 101

I would like to welcome MM to my blog.

He has been gracious enough to write some boner inducing stories of his sex life to share with my readers.

He is 28 5'8 175lbs Mixed, Masc, Musc, Smooth, 7.5" Uncut. He is living in Washington, DC and works for Uncle Sam.

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Hooking Up 101: Visiting Josh

By: MM

Hooking up should be simple, pure, and raw with no strings made of pure bullshit attached. Guys who are online cruising for cock, ass, or both should know and abide by the one golden rule pertaining to hooking up:

Put Out or SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

No one whose trying to get his rocks off wants to putz around in front of his computer trading endless emails asking about pics, stats, dislikes, likes, your favorite color or how old you were the first time you turned around and looked at your father and asked ‘daddy, are you sure this is right?’

You’re there to find a guy who’s hard, precumming and looking to fuck’n’load your ass or bend over and take your cock and load up his. That’s it. Simple. Pure. Raw.

It’s a fucking hook up, not rocket science.

And my mate Josh has it down to an art. I’ll never forget when we crossed paths at a local bar in my city. We did the whole eyeing each other from across the bar where I took in his 6 foot frame, what looked like a decent muscle build but with that little bit of softness that I love. Maybe 30 something, killer eyes and a smile that could drop any chick's panties or dude's jock no matter which side of the pond he’s on. Looked white but in the age of spay on tans and living in a super transient city race hasn’t been a hang up for me in years, the dudes cock and skills with it are all I care about.

Anyway, most guys never approach me when I’m out in bars with my mates drinking or solo and just shooting the shit. I get the whole ‘dude you’re way to intimidating’ or some bs like that and whenever I hear that any remote possibility of us hooking up is dead like the dinosaurs. It’s a bitch move and I’m into getting fucked by men with a cock, nice set of balls and the ability to use them. Not some manpussy who can’t even say hi and end up owning a hot piece of ass.

I stroll over to the well at the bar close to him and order another round for my mates to see if he’d catch the hint and come over. He does. I feel him behind my 5’8 solid frame and can smell his cologne mixed in with his scent after he leans in and says in my ear ‘hey’.

The British or Scottish or whatever the fuck accent he was using made my cock rock hard in 0.2 seconds. Nothing and I mean nothing puts me on all fours panting like a bitch in heat more than a hot mate with an accent. Well maybe beer on a guys breath (I dunno what it is but man smelling beer on a guys breath makes me randy something evil!). So after hearing his accent he was now fully capable of dragging me into the john, ripping my jeans down and raping my ass with zero fight back except for my ass milking his cock.

Or right there at the bar, trust me I’ve been kicked out before for far worst!

I turned around, said hey back and we shot the shit for a few.

Josh ‘here with friends?’

Me ‘picked up on that huh?’

There’s that smile.

Josh ‘I’m visiting for the weekend and got a room nearby. You wanna fuck?’

I turned around, closed out my tab, waved to my mates as I walked past out the bar door with him in toe.

We get into his room and it’s just on. We both have a slight buzz from drinking and are so fucking horny we just attack each other. That whole animallistic kissing where you try to swallow each others’ faces while your tongues battle it out like Olympian fencers. He smelled fucking amazing, that nice mix of cologne and sweat (found out a few hours later he had hit the gym but didn’t bother showering before going to the bar) where you lick his neck and it’s slightly salty and just fucking tasty.

Soon clothes are all over the floor and I’m pushed down while he rips his pants off and out springs a fucking beauty of a cock. A good 8 inch uncut cock with good thickness and a manhoodie that still covers the whole head when hard and a nice set of trimmed low hangers practically begging me to milk them dry.

I dove in. Sucking and licking and working over his cockhead (I’m uncut too so I know that’s the sweet spot) while rolling my tongue under the foreskin while he leaned back stretching out his back and moaning out ‘fuck yes mate, fucking work my cock over’ and showing off full pecs, nice arms, and chest with a light dusting of hair all over running down to his cock.

I could feel him leaning over for his jeans and grabbed something then hear that all familiar sound of inhaling poppers. He takes two long hits then shoves the bottle under my nose where I inhale deeply on the right, then again on the left and wait for that cool wave mixed with a mega dose of rush to wash over me turning me from a simple whore to a pig fucking jock bttm whore who wants nothing but cock and cum in his mouth and ass.

He caps the bottle and tosses it onto the bed then pulls me up while turning me around and shoves me down onto the bed where he climbs on and shoves his face onto my hole. He starts eating ass with deep tongue thrusts and wetting it down with his spit while pulling my cheeks apart fingering while tonguing my hole and pulling back only for a second to say ‘push that hole out man, I’ve been wanting to munch on this ass all night’.

I was fucking lovin it. Face down ridding my buzz from drinks at the bar and now the heat and rush of just hitting a fresh bottle of poppers and begged him to chew my ass up and get it wet and sloppy for his cock.

“you want this dick man?”

‘fuck yeah bro, fucking breed my ass and dump your load in my hole.’

He pulls my ass up so my hole is sticking out in the air and I’m still face down in the mattress. He spits on my hole and tongues it out a few more times than spits in his hand and is jacking his cock before mounting my ass and slowing shoves his cock past my rosebud and into my hole.

We both moan out.

There’s nothing better for a pig bttm like me then to have a guy own my ass. To do what he wants and needs to in order to get himself off. I couldn’t give a rats ass if I cum or not, I get off on knowing I’m getting him off. I’m his hole. I’m his fuck toy. And he’s fucking lovin it!

He pushes down until I can feel him totally enter my ass and he just rests there for a minute, both breathing heavy, both wanting more before he slowly pulls out and then slams back in.

I moan out ‘oh fuck yeah! Fuck my hole man!’ while he positions himself better and proceeds to slam fuck my hole with his thick cock like it was nothing. I’m gripping the sheets and pushing my ass back and up so I can feel every inch of him leave and plow back into my hole.

The rooms hot and he’s dripping with sweat as it falls all over my back and at that moment, at that point in time this is all I ever want to have done to me. A hot fucking stud plowing my hole raw with his thick cock and waiting for the best part when he can’t take anymore of my ass milking his dick and he unloads his cum load deep inside of me.

He pulls back off a moment and pushes me up into a full doggy position and takes a few hits of the poppers while handing them to me and says ‘dude I’ve been on edge all day so round one is going to be short but I’m good for a few more fucks tonight if your hole can take it.'

I finish taking a few hits off the bottle, cap, toss it, position myself so I can take his fucking as hard as he can dish it and say ‘my holes yours man, use and breed my fucking ass!’

And he lets loose just jackhammering my hole while slapping my ass and telling me to ‘fucking beg me for this cock boy! Tell me how much you want this load up your fucking ass!’ and I didn’t let him down edging him on telling him to ‘stop fucking my ass like a pussy! Come on man, drill that fucking hole! Beat it up so it’s nice and sloppy for your next load!’

A hot man of a stud, nothing but sucking and fucking my hole raw while sweating and hitting poppers in some random hotel room on a Friday night…fuck life is sweet!

‘fuck dude I can’t hold out, I’m gonna load your cunt! You ready for it man!?’

‘fuck yeah bro, come on, feed my hole man, give me your fucking load!’

And he starts really wailing on my ass just fucking all out while grunting and gripping my ass hard holding it in place while he slam fucks my hole building up to the point we both want where he can’t take it anymore and starts yelling ‘ahhh fuck I’m gonna cum! I’m cumin!!! aghhhhhhhh!’

And he drives in deep one last time and unloads a hot juicy load deep in my ass while I push back and slowly rock back and forth milking out every fucking drop from his fuck pole. He’s panting and falls forward laying on top of me and we both collapse into the bed.

His cock still pulsing and pushing even more cum into my hot wet hole. Both of us just laying there breathing and not saying or thinking about anything. Just laying there relishing in that ‘spent’ feeling after a really hot fuck.

‘fuck bro you’ve got one hell of a sweat ass! It’s been a while since I’ve fucked a dude who can buck back and take it like you man.’

I just smile ‘thanks man, you’re not too shabby yourself.’

After a few when the poppers wear off and we both sink down back into the world of reality he slowly pulls off me and his cock ‘pops’ out of my beat hole. He doesn’t get up or dash to the bathroom to clean up like so many prissy muscle assholes I’ve fucked, he just rolls over, puts his hands behind his head and lays there breathing and smiling.

I looked down and saw his was still hard and his cock is glistening off the faint light coming from his rooms entry way and I move down and start cleaning him off with my tongue.

‘ahh fuck mate we’re not going to get any sleep tonight are we?’ he asks.

I chuckled ‘dude if you’re only worried about tonight after telling me you’re here for the weekend you need to check your priorities. I’ve got all weekend to milk you dry and fuck your cock raw.’

And did.

We fucked two more times that night (while in the middle of the second fuck the front desk called saying the person in the room next to his was complaining about the noise…so we fucked louder and harder) then again in the morning before meeting up and fucking whenever he was free from his meetings the rest of the weekend.

Simple. Pure. Raw.

No talking about work, where he’s from, if he’s married, likes cats versus dogs, just hooking up like it’s meant to be done.

I didn’t even get his name until Sunday after we fucked one last time that night, showered, had a deep kiss and I threw my backpack on and turned to leave the room and he grabbed my hand.

‘Names Josh.’

I smiled ‘hi Josh, names MM. Thanks for the cock and cum, get home safe.’

And left.

To this day I don’t jack off without thinking about him and that weekend. We never ran into each other again but every time I’m in that bar I keep an eye out for him and hope to get my brains fucked out again.

MM