Frustrated anon fuck and a depraved public fuck
This is a mostly true story of an experience I had in Alberta; the main events really happened but I've exaggerated some of the details to make the story more interesting. It doesn't paint me in the best light and am not normally this much of an asshole, but I guess this experience wouldn't have happened if I wasn't at least part-asshole on the inside or maybe an asshole-in-training.
I was having a terrible day, not only terrible on its own merit but also consistent with a terrible week and a terrible month, a streak that would have had even the most optimistic bloke thinking dark and terrible thoughts. Seeking some stress relief through casual sex, I know that I've got a particular soft spot for anonymous dark room sex primarily because of its utilitarian convenience. Because there are no faces to be seen and no words to be exchanged, it's really just about physically relieving your cock in some living fleshlight. Of all the many and varied types of sexual dynamics, I think anonymous sex is arguably the most stripped-down and utilitarian type of arrangement. Despite some basic ground rules for practicality, the main philosophy embodying it is incredibly yet profoundly minimalistic, such that great meaning can be found in a simple arrangement whereby, on a pre-arranged day and time, in a typically run-down motel room with lights turned off and door propped open, a person commits to being simply a hole to cum in, and of the men who enter the propped door, they too commit to simply being a cock to be enjoyed by the waiting hole. Just that. Anything else that may normally be associated with romance or seduction or sex, including face to face interaction, emotions, commitment and even knowing identities, is just not necessary. Just a hole and just a cock. I like to think of it as the fast food of sex - it may not be good for you in the long run but it sure is quick and convenient if you're hungry.
This particular hole had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I couldn't resist. Collectively, he seemed to be a straight, downlow, masculine, muscular, hairy-chested, married guy with a beefy butt that sported a covering of very fine blond vellus hair that seemed to almost shimmer in one of the pics he had of him lying naked face down with sunlight artistically across his bare bum. I tend to have an overactive imagination and from his pics, my brain had already crafted together a fictitious persona of a 40's brown haired married dad, the proud Canadian salt of the earth kinda guy, that works a stable construction job, has football buds over on the weekend to drink beer with and who coaches his son's hockey team on the weekend. Suffice to say, as I stood facing the propped open motel room door with peeling paint and a dirty brass '1010' inscribed across it, I had grand expectations of enjoying this vellus-haired muscle treat, and was confident I'd feel better about all the terrible things stressing me out after breeding this meaty piece of triple A grade Canadian beef. The plan was to just head in, pump and dump the muscled hole waiting for me in the dark, zip up then head out, five to ten minutes tops. Thankfully, there wouldn't be any annoying small talk before or after, which was relieving because frankly, in my terrible mood on such a terrible day, the last thing I wanted to do was to put on a polite smile and pretend to another person that my mood and day were anything except terrible.
However, things didn't go according to plan. As I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was that it was much brighter lit than I was expecting for an anonymous scenario. It was so bright actually, that I had no trouble discerning the bottom's features on the king size bed straight ahead of me, naked ass up face down with his squished face facing towards me, and clearly happy to have just been bred by this tall white strapping 30's ginger fellow who was also in the room, putting his meat back into his pants and trying to adjust his still hard cock in his business casual pants. What was immediately apparent was that neither the squished face nor the ass up face down body of the bottom was remotely similar to that found in the pictures he had sent, and even moreso, they were far removed from the epic fiction that I'd spun out in my head. I had been catfished. Understandably, I was pissed off because of the deceit, but I was even more pissed at myself for getting my hopes up. Notably, instead of the vellus-hair covered butt cheeks I had been daydreaming about on my way over, anticipating rubbing my face against those furry thick cheeks while eating him, the ass presented before me fell incredibly short in estimation, flabby rather than muscly as well as shaved and NAIR'd clean of all hair, cheeks, hole, back everything - my disappointment in the pit of my stomach was visceral.
Distracted from my main train of thought by the sight of ginger guy manipulating his member that had been ejaculating mere seconds ago, I leered as he zipped up his dress pants, his still erect cock obscenely leaving a hefty bulge across his left thigh, with an outline undeniably characteristic of penis and even clothed and without measurement tools, I could tell that he was wielding one monster-sized piece of meat. He was clearly packing heat, as in the third leg kind of heat, and it was physically intimidating to witness, despite the congenial, almost wallflower type of vibe ginger guy might have from the waist up. We made eye contact and even though I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare as is polite, there was absolutely no way in hell I was gonna have my insides rearranged by that anaconda. He grinned, groped my cock, unfortunately soft at that moment, then groaned as if in reluctance and said that he couldn't stay had to go back to work. Oh well, that's just how things are. Not much time had passed since I had come into the room and was still standing by the entranceway corridor with jacket and boots still on, checking out ginger dude and his snug butt in his dress pants as he opened and exited through the room door. I barely even registered the anonymous bottom unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it as he laughed and said in a sociable tone, "Hey cutie, you're up next!" in a bit of a drawl.
'Is this even an anonymous scenario anymore?' I wondered, a bit bemused despite his friendly tone, 'well, so much for my expectations of having a nice muscle hole waiting for me in the dark to breed then leave with no face-to-face interaction.' Looking down at the bottom, I confirmed my previous catfish assessment, that either the pics he sent are *************, are heavily edited or are simply just not him. This wasn't at all the proud Canadian construction worker dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his skin and body but still wanted guys to come over to breed him. The situation left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Despite that, I was still down to fuck, even after having my expectations come to terms with reality, after considering that 1) it's not the first time that I've been tricked and I guess I've accepted this kind of thing as just part of the game 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive here and gas is fucking expensive 3) I was horny and had taken Prep on demand pills earlier and didn't want to waste them so was eager to deposit my cum in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of the work day and 4) I needed some stress relief and in an anon scenario if it's darkened enough, I could basically even fuck the hole of a small woodland creature or a three eyed purple alien and none would be the wiser. In the dark, one's just a hole and the other's just a cock. So, I resigned myself to going ahead to fuck this fake fucker and breed him despite his deceit. Still, my unmet expectations festered and my disappointment nourished the seeds of hate and spite inside, and I figured I might as well fuck him roughly and painfully to maybe teach him a lesson. and perhaps some good ol demeaning and humiliating verbal comments mixed in, to sate my mean streak and to put him in his place.
'Get on the bed you whore. Did that guy just shoot his load inside you?' I asked in a low voice. I honestly hate talking during anonymous sex or any sort of direct social interaction - it spoils the intent and vibe for me, but this could hardly be considered an anonymous scenario anymore. 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up, 'it was a big load too.'
'Well, although things didn't go according to plan,' I thought, 'glad I could scoop this up at least.' as I bent over and started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it.
Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose that there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it at all. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anonymous cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed out on it. His hole was so loose that I couldn't cum as much as I tried. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault, it's likely that ginger business casual dude's weapon of mass destruction irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where after a certain point they just hang listlessly without any shadow of its previous elasticity.
I feel like I broke the rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip 'Grip me! Grip me! or there will be mutiny! the flaccid kind!'. Honestly, at that point, Ihad entered an asshole mode and was hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of anal sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest perhaps. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted:
Me: Hey man. Want a load? <sent face pic>
Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break.
Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min
Him: Got a nice cock?
Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent>
Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal today. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there.
Me: All good. 5 min.
'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him catfishing me, fucking up expectations and his hole not getting me off. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself inhabiting. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still unshot deep in my balls.
When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against the car watching him as he walked over, because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob as he wanted; of course, you see, I would accept nothing less than breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out ways to manipulate the situation toward breeding and even a forceful entry scene as a last resort; such was the measure of my mindset at the time. I nodded my head toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was fairly secluded albeit kind of dingy. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for lanky Viking-like dude to show up and had thought to myself, 'yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. It'd be a great place to fuck, much better than the cramped backseat of a car' Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of room 1010, that I had just left, its curtains drawn though with no visibility inside, though I could imagine the bottom inside to be scrolling on grindr looking hunting for more loads or replying to messages. Hopefully, the crevice's sketchiness doesn't scare off lanky dude. After all, for all he knows about me, I could be aiming to mug him, beat him up, whatever. However, after nodding over to the crevice and seeing his eyes follow, I could see a pause, the hesitation and uncertainty in his face as caution battled horniness, but thankfully, lust won over, and after a while he nodded in agreement and followed me over.
Got him!
I leaned against the alleyway wall as he approached and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and that the head was purple and swollen before lanky Viking dude got here. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect on men, typically gay but on some straight guys too. So, if this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, the sight of a hard cock will be the net to snag him with. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, pupils dilating, barely a second later and he's on his knees going for it and away he goes. I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by upper floor motel guests that had line of sight from their rooms if they opened their curtains, or of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people who just happened to walk by the alleyway. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic decorating this grubby little crevice that I was being serviced in. I focused on enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing proficiently up and down my shaft and across my cock head, imagining hopefully that perhaps a drop or two of my acrid piss still in the tip sneakily made its way through those lips. 'Ah, I don't feel as terrible anymore,' I thought to myself wondering if perhaps there was any the****utic benefit of letting my mind be immersed in all these random dirty fantasies. Perhaps the rational part of my mind would normally auto-trash those kinds of crap theories as they emerge automatically, but the horny part of my mind seemed to be keeping it distracted from its duties. 'Why not? It can't hurt to just go with the flow and see where my mind takes me, and if I end up being less stressed, that's a win' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and resolved to commit to this tempting, almost forbidden, kind of sensation. Tempting, like smelling the strong characteristic scent of cum on the cubicle walls of a men's washroom. Tempting, like the smell, taste and feel of your straight friends' cocks through a gloryhole. Tempting, like finding yourself on the weird side of porn and then jerking off to it anyways.
I luxuriated in my thoughts and the accompanying decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and I let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like how a****ls do when they're in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mount each other, breeding and mating on the filthy ground. Messy, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Whoa dude, can't do that today man' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' I grinned and winked at him in a friendly, confident and convincing enough way to let me do as I wish, hoping he wouldn't somehow clue in to my depraved internal thoughts as they built progressively built momentum and urged me to taste him, be inside him, use him, be part of him, defile him, claim him, devour him. He grinned back and in that slow stoner kind of voice said 'geez dude, have at it then man. It's all good.' as he turned his face back to the wall and allowed me full access. He unclenched and I immediately went straight in with my tongue as deep as I could make it. I don't think he expected me to be so assertive in tasting this region, and he clenched a bit, but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hard-working man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness. As I breathe in this aroma deeply, I can't help but be incredibly turned on by mentally connecting this aroma, with his face and the taste of his skin and sweat, savoring this intimate sense of his body. I also allow myself to indulge in the knowledge that this deeply personal zone of his is kept private and clothed from his friends, family, coworkers, and others in his life, but now here he is, open and exposed for me, so that I can smell, taste, tongue, feel, explore and ravage it, as much as I want, and in the most carnal sense. I could hear him moaning with his face pressed against the wall of this dirty back alleyway, back arched and ass presented to me and clearly enjoying my unrestrained savoring of his own dirty back alleyway.
Then, while he was still in a stupor that he had been lulled into by eating his hole out, I stood up, moved in closer, put one arm around his torso and with the other, I stealthily and quickly stuck my saliva drenched middle finger deep inside him. Barely a second later as I did, he panicked and sought to pull his ass back and return to a standing position, but I was ready, and I gripped him across his torso close to me and kept my finger inside him and waited him out. You see, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically compelling strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom in certain situations. I think that although it doesn't seem threatening, having it happen sends an implicit message psychologically that not only have you just intruded into his personal territory, he can only accept it because it's finished. Also, since penetration has already happened, albeit in a small degree, from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to suggest butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms who only need a simple excuse to tell themselves, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just allows you free access, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations and just go with the flow. I really do need some cock in me after all. I'll worry about it after'
So, I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed, then leaned in and pulled his face to me kissing him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, only then did I remove my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I took that movement to be a green light as I slowly pushed my cock head against the sphincter muscles holding his ass clenched, pushed further as I felt my meat inch slip into the hole and through the tight grip resisting entry, gaining ground unyieldingly, flesh upon flesh, steadily and determinedly, I continued to push in until I finally bottomed out, my pubes now pressed against his cheeks and sighed out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an a****l in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way.
After waiting a bit to give him time to adjust and for me to savor the intimate sensation of warmth and connectedness from having my raw cock inside him, I then surrendered my last bit of reservations and gave into the dark sensation I'd been holding back, and as lust took hold of me, the asshole dom top persona that had been waiting on the sidelines manifested and aggressively pursued the call to lust, to breed, to rut, to take, to colonize, and did so unrelentingly. It wasn't my proudest top moment at all. I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently, the way I would use a fleshlight to jerk myself off. It was likely painful for him as I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Nonetheless, I was selfish, and kept pounding unrelentlessly, mind blank and a stupid perverse look on my face as soft whimpers and groans fell on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his neck, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeper.
At some point, I realized that our movements had gradually inched us both out of hiding from the alleyway crevice. Perhaps I went too far when handling this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I intentionally moved us out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, though none I could see were aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down, perhaps the pain drew his focus internally and I don't think he realized that we were now in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy and now exposing himself to drivers passing on a busy main road and possibly his work colleagues if he really did work at the motel or next door. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and had him lean over on to it. This was a good position as he could stabilize his footing and arch his butt out allowing a more regular, steady fuck, that felt so good that I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency or at the sudden action. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'.
I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking guys laughing and whooping at us. As quick as I could, I pulled my cock out of him and sprinted, along with Viking dude, back to the alleyway crevice where I pulled back on my clothes and readjusted myself. Lanky viking dude didn't stop sprinting, continuing past me, briefly pausing to grab his shirt on the ground then continued to run down the alleyway while pulling on his work polo shirt and belting up his pants. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a flash of panic thinking about what I had just done, 'Oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', I thought to myself, 'you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency you moron. You're lucky no one called the cops. Hurry and get the fuck out of here.' As I was exiting the parking lot, I saw him cross in front of the car, still walking quickly, and waved to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of raw dogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that just uncontrollably snowballed. What a terrible day.
I was having a terrible day, not only terrible on its own merit but also consistent with a terrible week and a terrible month, a streak that would have had even the most optimistic bloke thinking dark and terrible thoughts. Seeking some stress relief through casual sex, I know that I've got a particular soft spot for anonymous dark room sex primarily because of its utilitarian convenience. Because there are no faces to be seen and no words to be exchanged, it's really just about physically relieving your cock in some living fleshlight. Of all the many and varied types of sexual dynamics, I think anonymous sex is arguably the most stripped-down and utilitarian type of arrangement. Despite some basic ground rules for practicality, the main philosophy embodying it is incredibly yet profoundly minimalistic, such that great meaning can be found in a simple arrangement whereby, on a pre-arranged day and time, in a typically run-down motel room with lights turned off and door propped open, a person commits to being simply a hole to cum in, and of the men who enter the propped door, they too commit to simply being a cock to be enjoyed by the waiting hole. Just that. Anything else that may normally be associated with romance or seduction or sex, including face to face interaction, emotions, commitment and even knowing identities, is just not necessary. Just a hole and just a cock. I like to think of it as the fast food of sex - it may not be good for you in the long run but it sure is quick and convenient if you're hungry.
This particular hole had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I couldn't resist. Collectively, he seemed to be a straight, downlow, masculine, muscular, hairy-chested, married guy with a beefy butt that sported a covering of very fine blond vellus hair that seemed to almost shimmer in one of the pics he had of him lying naked face down with sunlight artistically across his bare bum. I tend to have an overactive imagination and from his pics, my brain had already crafted together a fictitious persona of a 40's brown haired married dad, the proud Canadian salt of the earth kinda guy, that works a stable construction job, has football buds over on the weekend to drink beer with and who coaches his son's hockey team on the weekend. Suffice to say, as I stood facing the propped open motel room door with peeling paint and a dirty brass '1010' inscribed across it, I had grand expectations of enjoying this vellus-haired muscle treat, and was confident I'd feel better about all the terrible things stressing me out after breeding this meaty piece of triple A grade Canadian beef. The plan was to just head in, pump and dump the muscled hole waiting for me in the dark, zip up then head out, five to ten minutes tops. Thankfully, there wouldn't be any annoying small talk before or after, which was relieving because frankly, in my terrible mood on such a terrible day, the last thing I wanted to do was to put on a polite smile and pretend to another person that my mood and day were anything except terrible.
However, things didn't go according to plan. As I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was that it was much brighter lit than I was expecting for an anonymous scenario. It was so bright actually, that I had no trouble discerning the bottom's features on the king size bed straight ahead of me, naked ass up face down with his squished face facing towards me, and clearly happy to have just been bred by this tall white strapping 30's ginger fellow who was also in the room, putting his meat back into his pants and trying to adjust his still hard cock in his business casual pants. What was immediately apparent was that neither the squished face nor the ass up face down body of the bottom was remotely similar to that found in the pictures he had sent, and even moreso, they were far removed from the epic fiction that I'd spun out in my head. I had been catfished. Understandably, I was pissed off because of the deceit, but I was even more pissed at myself for getting my hopes up. Notably, instead of the vellus-hair covered butt cheeks I had been daydreaming about on my way over, anticipating rubbing my face against those furry thick cheeks while eating him, the ass presented before me fell incredibly short in estimation, flabby rather than muscly as well as shaved and NAIR'd clean of all hair, cheeks, hole, back everything - my disappointment in the pit of my stomach was visceral.
Distracted from my main train of thought by the sight of ginger guy manipulating his member that had been ejaculating mere seconds ago, I leered as he zipped up his dress pants, his still erect cock obscenely leaving a hefty bulge across his left thigh, with an outline undeniably characteristic of penis and even clothed and without measurement tools, I could tell that he was wielding one monster-sized piece of meat. He was clearly packing heat, as in the third leg kind of heat, and it was physically intimidating to witness, despite the congenial, almost wallflower type of vibe ginger guy might have from the waist up. We made eye contact and even though I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare as is polite, there was absolutely no way in hell I was gonna have my insides rearranged by that anaconda. He grinned, groped my cock, unfortunately soft at that moment, then groaned as if in reluctance and said that he couldn't stay had to go back to work. Oh well, that's just how things are. Not much time had passed since I had come into the room and was still standing by the entranceway corridor with jacket and boots still on, checking out ginger dude and his snug butt in his dress pants as he opened and exited through the room door. I barely even registered the anonymous bottom unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it as he laughed and said in a sociable tone, "Hey cutie, you're up next!" in a bit of a drawl.
'Is this even an anonymous scenario anymore?' I wondered, a bit bemused despite his friendly tone, 'well, so much for my expectations of having a nice muscle hole waiting for me in the dark to breed then leave with no face-to-face interaction.' Looking down at the bottom, I confirmed my previous catfish assessment, that either the pics he sent are *************, are heavily edited or are simply just not him. This wasn't at all the proud Canadian construction worker dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his skin and body but still wanted guys to come over to breed him. The situation left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Despite that, I was still down to fuck, even after having my expectations come to terms with reality, after considering that 1) it's not the first time that I've been tricked and I guess I've accepted this kind of thing as just part of the game 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive here and gas is fucking expensive 3) I was horny and had taken Prep on demand pills earlier and didn't want to waste them so was eager to deposit my cum in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of the work day and 4) I needed some stress relief and in an anon scenario if it's darkened enough, I could basically even fuck the hole of a small woodland creature or a three eyed purple alien and none would be the wiser. In the dark, one's just a hole and the other's just a cock. So, I resigned myself to going ahead to fuck this fake fucker and breed him despite his deceit. Still, my unmet expectations festered and my disappointment nourished the seeds of hate and spite inside, and I figured I might as well fuck him roughly and painfully to maybe teach him a lesson. and perhaps some good ol demeaning and humiliating verbal comments mixed in, to sate my mean streak and to put him in his place.
'Get on the bed you whore. Did that guy just shoot his load inside you?' I asked in a low voice. I honestly hate talking during anonymous sex or any sort of direct social interaction - it spoils the intent and vibe for me, but this could hardly be considered an anonymous scenario anymore. 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up, 'it was a big load too.'
'Well, although things didn't go according to plan,' I thought, 'glad I could scoop this up at least.' as I bent over and started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it.
Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose that there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it at all. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anonymous cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed out on it. His hole was so loose that I couldn't cum as much as I tried. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault, it's likely that ginger business casual dude's weapon of mass destruction irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where after a certain point they just hang listlessly without any shadow of its previous elasticity.
I feel like I broke the rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip 'Grip me! Grip me! or there will be mutiny! the flaccid kind!'. Honestly, at that point, Ihad entered an asshole mode and was hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of anal sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest perhaps. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted:
Me: Hey man. Want a load? <sent face pic>
Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break.
Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min
Him: Got a nice cock?
Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent>
Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal today. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there.
Me: All good. 5 min.
'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him catfishing me, fucking up expectations and his hole not getting me off. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself inhabiting. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still unshot deep in my balls.
When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against the car watching him as he walked over, because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob as he wanted; of course, you see, I would accept nothing less than breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out ways to manipulate the situation toward breeding and even a forceful entry scene as a last resort; such was the measure of my mindset at the time. I nodded my head toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was fairly secluded albeit kind of dingy. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for lanky Viking-like dude to show up and had thought to myself, 'yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. It'd be a great place to fuck, much better than the cramped backseat of a car' Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of room 1010, that I had just left, its curtains drawn though with no visibility inside, though I could imagine the bottom inside to be scrolling on grindr looking hunting for more loads or replying to messages. Hopefully, the crevice's sketchiness doesn't scare off lanky dude. After all, for all he knows about me, I could be aiming to mug him, beat him up, whatever. However, after nodding over to the crevice and seeing his eyes follow, I could see a pause, the hesitation and uncertainty in his face as caution battled horniness, but thankfully, lust won over, and after a while he nodded in agreement and followed me over.
Got him!
I leaned against the alleyway wall as he approached and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and that the head was purple and swollen before lanky Viking dude got here. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect on men, typically gay but on some straight guys too. So, if this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, the sight of a hard cock will be the net to snag him with. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, pupils dilating, barely a second later and he's on his knees going for it and away he goes. I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by upper floor motel guests that had line of sight from their rooms if they opened their curtains, or of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people who just happened to walk by the alleyway. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic decorating this grubby little crevice that I was being serviced in. I focused on enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing proficiently up and down my shaft and across my cock head, imagining hopefully that perhaps a drop or two of my acrid piss still in the tip sneakily made its way through those lips. 'Ah, I don't feel as terrible anymore,' I thought to myself wondering if perhaps there was any the****utic benefit of letting my mind be immersed in all these random dirty fantasies. Perhaps the rational part of my mind would normally auto-trash those kinds of crap theories as they emerge automatically, but the horny part of my mind seemed to be keeping it distracted from its duties. 'Why not? It can't hurt to just go with the flow and see where my mind takes me, and if I end up being less stressed, that's a win' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and resolved to commit to this tempting, almost forbidden, kind of sensation. Tempting, like smelling the strong characteristic scent of cum on the cubicle walls of a men's washroom. Tempting, like the smell, taste and feel of your straight friends' cocks through a gloryhole. Tempting, like finding yourself on the weird side of porn and then jerking off to it anyways.
I luxuriated in my thoughts and the accompanying decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and I let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like how a****ls do when they're in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mount each other, breeding and mating on the filthy ground. Messy, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Whoa dude, can't do that today man' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' I grinned and winked at him in a friendly, confident and convincing enough way to let me do as I wish, hoping he wouldn't somehow clue in to my depraved internal thoughts as they built progressively built momentum and urged me to taste him, be inside him, use him, be part of him, defile him, claim him, devour him. He grinned back and in that slow stoner kind of voice said 'geez dude, have at it then man. It's all good.' as he turned his face back to the wall and allowed me full access. He unclenched and I immediately went straight in with my tongue as deep as I could make it. I don't think he expected me to be so assertive in tasting this region, and he clenched a bit, but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hard-working man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness. As I breathe in this aroma deeply, I can't help but be incredibly turned on by mentally connecting this aroma, with his face and the taste of his skin and sweat, savoring this intimate sense of his body. I also allow myself to indulge in the knowledge that this deeply personal zone of his is kept private and clothed from his friends, family, coworkers, and others in his life, but now here he is, open and exposed for me, so that I can smell, taste, tongue, feel, explore and ravage it, as much as I want, and in the most carnal sense. I could hear him moaning with his face pressed against the wall of this dirty back alleyway, back arched and ass presented to me and clearly enjoying my unrestrained savoring of his own dirty back alleyway.
Then, while he was still in a stupor that he had been lulled into by eating his hole out, I stood up, moved in closer, put one arm around his torso and with the other, I stealthily and quickly stuck my saliva drenched middle finger deep inside him. Barely a second later as I did, he panicked and sought to pull his ass back and return to a standing position, but I was ready, and I gripped him across his torso close to me and kept my finger inside him and waited him out. You see, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically compelling strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom in certain situations. I think that although it doesn't seem threatening, having it happen sends an implicit message psychologically that not only have you just intruded into his personal territory, he can only accept it because it's finished. Also, since penetration has already happened, albeit in a small degree, from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to suggest butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms who only need a simple excuse to tell themselves, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just allows you free access, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations and just go with the flow. I really do need some cock in me after all. I'll worry about it after'
So, I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed, then leaned in and pulled his face to me kissing him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, only then did I remove my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I took that movement to be a green light as I slowly pushed my cock head against the sphincter muscles holding his ass clenched, pushed further as I felt my meat inch slip into the hole and through the tight grip resisting entry, gaining ground unyieldingly, flesh upon flesh, steadily and determinedly, I continued to push in until I finally bottomed out, my pubes now pressed against his cheeks and sighed out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an a****l in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way.
After waiting a bit to give him time to adjust and for me to savor the intimate sensation of warmth and connectedness from having my raw cock inside him, I then surrendered my last bit of reservations and gave into the dark sensation I'd been holding back, and as lust took hold of me, the asshole dom top persona that had been waiting on the sidelines manifested and aggressively pursued the call to lust, to breed, to rut, to take, to colonize, and did so unrelentingly. It wasn't my proudest top moment at all. I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently, the way I would use a fleshlight to jerk myself off. It was likely painful for him as I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Nonetheless, I was selfish, and kept pounding unrelentlessly, mind blank and a stupid perverse look on my face as soft whimpers and groans fell on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his neck, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeper.
At some point, I realized that our movements had gradually inched us both out of hiding from the alleyway crevice. Perhaps I went too far when handling this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I intentionally moved us out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, though none I could see were aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down, perhaps the pain drew his focus internally and I don't think he realized that we were now in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy and now exposing himself to drivers passing on a busy main road and possibly his work colleagues if he really did work at the motel or next door. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and had him lean over on to it. This was a good position as he could stabilize his footing and arch his butt out allowing a more regular, steady fuck, that felt so good that I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency or at the sudden action. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'.
I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking guys laughing and whooping at us. As quick as I could, I pulled my cock out of him and sprinted, along with Viking dude, back to the alleyway crevice where I pulled back on my clothes and readjusted myself. Lanky viking dude didn't stop sprinting, continuing past me, briefly pausing to grab his shirt on the ground then continued to run down the alleyway while pulling on his work polo shirt and belting up his pants. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a flash of panic thinking about what I had just done, 'Oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', I thought to myself, 'you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency you moron. You're lucky no one called the cops. Hurry and get the fuck out of here.' As I was exiting the parking lot, I saw him cross in front of the car, still walking quickly, and waved to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of raw dogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that just uncontrollably snowballed. What a terrible day.
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