It was only Thursday, only lunch time. The weekend was still a day away. But I was hot and restless. So I got on the Net to see who was available, lucked out, and made arrangements for a lunch time meating.
I raced home for my lunch time tryst, and almost as soon as I got there, my hookup arrived. Skater dude type, loose canvas pants, jacket, baseball cap. He�d insisted there�d be no conversation. I greeted him at the door, led him to the bedroom, and sprawled face down on the bed.
He knelt beside me, pulled out his dick, and pushed two fingers into my hole. Withdrawing his fingers, he plunged the whole length of his cock into me. Excruciating pain tore through my being at being so suddenly impaled.
He pulled out his dick, which must have been about 7". His fingers again went into my ass, tearing at my hole, prepping me for the impending onslaught. Moments later, the assault began.
It was a good fuck--both of us wanting and needing it. He needed a hole, and I needed to be bred. A match made in heaven. He drilled me relentlessly. I was pinned beneath him, my legs splayed apart, my hole taking the full weight of his pounding.
We must have made a pretty picture -- my butt rearing up to meat him as he plunged deep within me, the shadow of his dick but a blur as it gyrated in and out of my ass. No words exchanged. The two of us driven by pure lust to breed and fuck and get bred.
Only a small grunt escaped him when his jizz shot into my hole. I don't always feel it when a guy cums in me. But I did that time--a nice luxuriating warmth, squishy and soft, that told me I�d been bred and bred hard.
I washed off his dick out with my mouth, savoring the mingled flavors of cum and ass juice, the salty, musky taste of jizz from my cum filled ass.
Later that night, I took two more loads -- one from my regular fuck bud, Bob, and the other from another new guy I�d met online, Tony.
Bob is a great top, about 5'10 and 175, with a thick dick that curves slightly upward. He loves to fuck hard -- so hard my fingers curl from the sheer force of his pounding.
His favorite thing is to make me to swallow his whole dick while I�m lying down until his
thick tool is buried down my throat and I�m gagging from it. Then he hoists my legs to his shoulders and fucks me savagely giving my hole no chance to adjust. While he screws me, he tweaks my nips, pulling and milking my big eraser-head nubs. And when he cums, he bellows as he fills my hole so I know for sure that I�ve been had.
That night was no different, but a little variety was in store for us with the addition of Tony. Bob arrived first, taking a big hit from the poppers, then we got right down to what we do best.
Bob's pounding always reduces me to abject submission. My whole body is transformed into one humungeous shuddering hole, ready to be used, abused, drilled and filled as he sees fit.
But there was an added element that night--the cum that was still in my hole from lunch added a layer of nastiness to our increasingly wild play. My ass quickly slopped up from the earlier load and Bob�s cum.
As my fingers grazed my hole, they came away wet with cum . Bob had fucked the lunch time stuff out of me while adding his own deposit of fresh jizz.
When Tony arrived, the temp rose another notch. As an ice breaker, a rush of tongues darted in and out each others� mouths. With Tony up to speed, he had me suck him while Bob joined in to fuck me again. Then, almost as if scripted, they switched. I sucked Bob�s dick, then Tony�s, both right out of my ass.
It's difficult to describe the kind of intricate choreography that happens when there's good chemistry among three guys, the kind of seamless interplay that needs no depraved words of goading or lurid suggestions to take on a life of their own. Silently, naturally, our love-making progressed. Three bodies in continuous motion, in various sordid contortions, the smell of cum and poppers permeating the air.
I lost count of the number of times they switched off. I took it standing, bent over, on my back, on all fours, sitting, every which way. At one point, they double-fucked me. I sat on Bob and Tony pushed his dick in as well. My hole expanded to take them both. The poppers provided the needed assist, and I was flying.
Tony fucked me with gusto. At one time during our play, I got up, stood on the bed, turned my back to him. and spread my ass. I was oozing with fuck juice, and wanted him to eat me. I guided his head to my hole, and his sex-crazed tongue went wild. He slurped deep into my hole. And when I couldn�t take his love caresses anymore, we kissed and spat and traded ass juice.
Bob was the first to shoot, his dick deep in my ass. For the second time that evening he shot torrents of cum into me. Tony took his place, plunged his dick into my cum-laden hole, and bred me with load number four for that day. As any good bottom will tell you, that's the best kind of gift ever.
It had been a great day--with a hot lunch time fuck followed by an explosive early evening of double loads. And the weekend hadn�t even begun.