CUMSLOPPY STORY || Stealthing A Bookstore Bottom

My timing is a bit off over the last week or so. Not sure what the deal might be but I’ve found myself a little late or a little early. Friday I hit the local adult bookstore before heading home at the behest of a bottom for a quick breeding, missing him by about 10 minutes — or so he claimed via text. He’d bailed after getting “bred by the biggest cock there ever.” Generally I’m not inclined to believe that shit except for the fact I ended up encountering a big-dicked guy who’s cocksmelled like he’d unloaded deep in a raw ass. A raw ass that had failed to clean out very well and the top didn’t exactly hit the bathroom sink after the fuck.

Anyway, it’s a little disappointing that the bottom took one load and bolted. Still, the big-dicked top had probably stretched that ass out. But it left me with nothing around that evening but a slightly adequate blowjob by a bubba before heading home.

So Saturday morning, I vowed to find some ass and I headed back down again.

Again, I had the promise of a bottom. This time, a tight but older muscleman who failed to how up until at least 90 minutes after his appointed promised hour. Searching for him resulted in me ending up in a room with a Gaucho from Argentina.

If it weren’t for the fact we were in Georgia at an adult bookstore and he was at least 20 years younger, I’d swear he looked like Robert De Niro. Swarthy good looks with a smooth demeanor and the facial mole in almost the perfect place, he passed by me into a room and motioned me in before locking the door behind us. In a broken English and heavy accent, he asked what I’d do.

“I’m a top,” I said.

“I bottom,” he said.

Then his pants and shirt came off. Completely naked, his uncut pinga suspended between us before kneeling and sucking my cock to it’s full erectness as I too stripped down. He licked his hand as he stood and turned around. Despite having a whole room, he leaned against the wall and pulled my cock toward his hole.

He didn’t need to ask twice.

Most Latinos have just a bit of hair, especially along the crack of their ass. Some have a fair amount on their ass. This Gaucho didn’t. Nothing. Smooth. If he shaved, even the sensitive head of my cock didn’t detect the prickly pear stubble in finding his hole. I slid part way and then encountered his ring. I pushed forward. He pushed back. It took some pressure for me to break through.

I needed to add more spit to give us enough lubricant and make it slick enough to really fuck. But pretty soon his face was pressed into the wall and he looked like I might press him deep into the drywall.

Moved him toward the crappy bed. Since opening the upstairs here, the fags have taken to slashing open the cushions so attempts at duct taping this one up had long since failed. We found a spot and I began pumping him in earnest.

He began saying I could come over to his house sometime and fuck him and his “daddy.” I slowed up enough to allow him to pull up a phone photo of a too-fat guy. Oh I don’t mind the older men and I especially like some beef, but this guy had a few too many miles and way too many pounds. My cock would never reach his hole.

“No man,” I said. “Just want to breed you.”

“Oh no,” he said. “No cum in mi culo. We use condom.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not cumming yet.”

Of course, this set off alarm bells for me. I reached for my shorts while he fumbled to put up him phone. My cock slipped out of his ass, of course. I pulled out my poppers. “Want some poppers?”

“Sí,” he said, then taking a snort. I took my snort then went to fucking.

“No cum yet,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” I said, lying. “You’ll know when I cum.”

His ass was so damn smooth. And while his chute was too, it had a wicked curve up that made really sticking it deep on a consistent basis tough. But I kept pace and knew it wouldn’t be too long. I began to fuck a little harder. He began to moan a little louder.

I didn’t care. I could feel him approaching his own orgasm but mine wasn’t too far off either. I closed my eyes and felt his hole began to spasm as I kept up the pace. And I began to release my load into his raw ass.

Then his ass seized up. It clenched down on my cock and I had to stop. I only hoped I wasn’t throbbing any more.

His ass got so tight, it began to squeeze me out. I looked down as I slipped out of his smooth ass and saw my cock slide out with a cum string remaining, connecting his asshole with my still hard and still wet cock. I wiped it off, but he turned around to see my hand on the head of my cock.

“Did you cum?”

“No,” I said. “Not yet. Did you?”

“Sí,” he said. “Feel good. Sorry I could not wait.”

“It’s alright,” I said. I was reaching for my pants as he reached for his clothes. “Where are you from?”

“Argentina,” he said.

“Cool,” I said, then thinking I’d never fucked an Argentinian.

“You sure you no cum?”

“Nope,” I said. “I’m very loud when I cum.”

Still, I left to head home quite satisfied. And he went home to daddy with my load inside him.

Story Courtesy of Mark Bentson at iblastinside.com