This is a real story from my slutty past, with as much detail as I can remember. If you enjoy it, please remember to make a small gift to Nifty for supporting all of us randy horn dogs. I'd love to hear your thoughts, so shoot me a line at nicoluna@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading!
You ever throw all your rules out the window? I used to go to bathhouses every now and then, but I never fucked bareback or let anyone fuck me raw. Usually, I went because I just really wanted to punch my cock into a nice hot hole without wasting several hours and money on drinks trying to pick up a trick at a bar. Sometimes I went because I needed to have my own hole stretched and pounded. And I always needed a nice thick cock filling my mouth and pushing down my throat. But I was always safe. I was pretty hot in my 20s, handsome Latino, muscular, smooth, with a nice thick cock and a heavy set of bull balls, so I could usually get my way and find someone that wanted to service me however I wanted.
I love being rimmed but the thought of licking someone else's ass grosses me out. Until this one time that I will never forget. I had gone to the sleazier, more "blue collar" of the two bathhouses we had in Phoenix, and walked past this extremely hot older guy (early 40's?). Looked straight, military, and annoyed. Very toned and muscular, blond, close-cropped haircut and trimmed mustache. He was sitting in a corner, and glared at me when he noticed me looking at him. I moved on. He was there a while, I think everyone was intimidated by him, I passed by him a few times, each time he looked hostile, like he hated everyone there and me in particular. I thought he might be racist, since I'm Latino, and thought what a shame. Much later I found him in a room, sitting on his bed and stroking a beautiful thick cock. I stood in the doorway pulling on myself while I took in the site of this magnificent specimen.
"Suck it," he said, more like an order than an invitation, with a hint of contempt in his voice. I dropped to my knees and went to work. I wanted to make sure this beast of a man got the best fucking blow job of his life. Apparently I was doing right by his thick pipe, slobbering and deep throating him, since he kept sighing and gasping. He'd make me stop and suck on his balls every so often. Big, heavy plums! I was in heaven. He smelled amazing. No cologne or deodorant, just his skin and sweat. I wanted to lick and savor every inch of him. He laid back on the bed and I just went crazy on his cock and balls, before I started tonguing his taint. I don't know what came over me, I pushed up on his thighs and started licking lower and lower. I finally got to his hole and couldn't help myself. To my surprise it actually smelled great, musky, and manly. I tongued and licked and pushed my tongue in a little bit. I think I surprised him as much as myself. He tried to push me back at first and then just let me. Once I felt his hole start to loosen up I started pushing my tongue in a little more. I couldn't believe it, I was making love to his hole, basically French kissing it and loving every fucking minute of it.
All of a sudden, he pushed me back, jumped up from the bed, grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed, face down. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to say anything, much less ask if he had a condom. He just spit on my hole once and shoved it in raw. I'm not gonna try and say it didn't hurt. But despite the pain, his manhandling and forcefulness outweighed the pain and overpowered my ability to resist him. In fact, the pain I felt as he forced his fat cock into me just made me even more delirious with lust. I had never been fucked raw before either, and the realization that he was fucking me bareback whether I like it or not somehow made it even hotter.
I know it was tight on him, but he slapped my ass, pulled back a little, then back in more and held still. I took advantage of the moment to take a sniff from the poppers I was holding I felt myself opening up for him, and then just like that he was in to the base. It felt amazing, even though it still hurt. He just started ramming me then. He couldn't care less if I was into it. He was just getting off on using my hole. He pounded me hard and fast, holding onto my hips to pull me all the way down to the base of his meat with each stroke. I just had to take it, arching my back and spreading my legs wide as I groaned in ecstasy at the beating my hole was taking.
I felt myself starting to clamp down again on him and he held still. I took another hit of poppers and held them up in case he wanted some. He batted my hand away, knocking the bottle out of my hand. It hit the wall and landed on the bed, spilling a little, but he just started jack hammering me again. I didn't even care about the wasted poppers, I just needed him to keep fucking me like an animal.
Eventually he had me pressed all the way down onto my stomach and I had both hands bracing myself against the wall as he pounded me, grinding my cock into the bed. Then he started growling and grunting as he started shooting off into me. When I felt and heard him cumming that was all it took to put me over the edge and I came too. First time I ever came just from being fucked.
He never stopped rutting away as he came, shoving his cum further into me. Then, for a brief moment, he dropped down onto me, his sweaty chest against my back, his mustache against my ear as he caught his breath. I felt crushed, pinned by his weight, his meat still stretching my hole and spasming every few seconds. I didn't realize he was still coming! Then all too soon, he lifted up, pulled out, and I felt one last spurt hit my ass as he withdrew. Right then I felt a bunch of his cum slide out of my hole and down my leg. I felt filthy and degraded and yet, hornier than I'd ever been in my life.
"Okay thanks," he said curtly, in a way that clearly meant it was time for me to go. I hurriedly wrapped my towel around me and left, feeling more cum oozing out of me. It felt like a huge amount of cum! I had never felt my hole so loose and open like it was right then. I hurried to the showers, embarrassed that someone would see cum sliding down my legs.
When I think back on it, I can't believe I was ashamed for anyone to know I'd been creampied, that I had a loose, cummy hole that was ready to be taken. If I had it to do over, I would have found at least a few other guys to take advantage of my gape and add their loads to the first. But I wasn't ready for that yet I guess.
I think about that guy a lot. I'm pretty sure he was either straight and just there out of sexual frustration, or closeted and struggling to deal with it. In any case, that was the first time I let myself be totally dominated and treated like I was just a stupid hole to be used for his pleasure. I was used to being the one calling the shots. With this guy I literally never got a word in edgewise. Maybe he took one look at me and assumed I didn't speak English. Probably, he never gave it a thought. He couldn't care less what I wanted. And I fucking loved it!