For some reason, Inserection proved to be a little busy that day. I’d been sucked by a few men. None stood out. He’d been running a little late. But eventually showed up and we secured a glory hole across from one another.
He sucked me some then slid his ass onto my hard cock through the hole.
The initial entry can always be different. Has he been fucked prior and opened up? That can be a very smooth, easy entry. If the cock was huge, then we’re talking about hot dog down a hallway smooth. Sometimes I don’t get enough friction to get off.
Then there’s the ones who are tighter than an unfucked preteen before the priest molestation. That can be painful, especially because my cock stands rock-hard and I can allow someone that tight to slide onto it.
With his, he’d messaged I’d be churning up a load already deposited a couple of hours earlier. That said, he’d be tightened up.
But his ass started with that resistance to entrance then began to open enough to allow my head to pop inside. His ass hugged my cock. Tight. And like a velvet wrap of warmth with the cum-soaked interior, I felt him back onto my cock.
After he had enough time to adjust, I began my assault on his ass. But it felt just too good to let myself cum too quickly. And I just wanted to get a little deeper. When he came off me and I felt a tap on my cock.
I pulled out and bent over, thinking he’d invite me to his booth.
“Want to go to the darkroom?”
The darkroom was just that… a darkened room with some sofas around the edge of the room. One couldn’t see very well in the space, just shadows, really. Since Inserection had decided to lock the rooms upstairs and charge for their use, the darkroom gained in popularity.
Unfortunately, some asshole will occasionally come in and turn on their cell phones to get a glimpse of what’s going on. Once, a man even punched someone for it. But I was fucking someone and didn’t bother to pay attention much.
I went in behind him, my pants barely cinched up around my hardon. Interestingly enough, he didn’t go far into the room. Right in the doorway, with the best of all possible views (with the light that filtered in), he dropped his pants and climbed onto the semi-sofa and presented his ass.
I opened my pants and aimed for his hole.
The entry this time was perfect. Just enough resistance for perfection in pleasure.
And I began fucking in earnest. Slowing down some. Speeding up. Pacing myself.
A crowd formed around us. I felt hands on my ass, even around my asshole. But no one dared step behind me, lest it dampen what little light came in.
Occasionally a hand would venture down to check and see whether I was wearing a condom. Of course I wasn’t.
I bent over, he arched up.
“You want my load?” I asked.
“Breed my negative ass,” he responded.
An odd response. This bottom hadn’t bothered to discuss status.
“You want my jizz, no matter what?”
“Give it to me!”
“You got it.”
I stood and began really fucking him, pounding him into that sofa. He started breathing harder.
“Here’s my fucking load,” I growled as I felt my balls tighten up.
As I normally do unless I’m stealthing, I plunged in and completely stopped moving for the initial pulse of my cock.
My cockhead swelled in his tight hole. As it did, he inhaled and gasped. My taint muscles then let loose the first giant pulse and my cum jetted into his guts. He started to practically scream.
I resumed my fucking, feeling my cum mix in the creamy Santorum already mucked up in this bottom’s ass. The crowd surged closer and one old troll lost his load on the floor.
Obviously, the bottom shot all over the sofa thing. He would tell me later he’d never felt anything like it.
“That’s why I’m called, ‘iBLASTinside.’”
Other men pulled at me to fuck them but, for the moment, I was satisfied. I left, headed home before the traffic got too bad.
