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By *ortar OP Man
2 weeks ago
Belfast / Newtownabbey |
I quickly packed my laptop away and headed towards the town. About a mile from the layby I passed the cop car which had pulled over onto the side of the road, as I passed by I breathed a sigh of relief saying out-loud to no one in particular “Good call, I bet those bastards were waiting to see how long I’d be there!”
Thirty five minutes later I closed the hotel room door behind me. Even though I’s arrived a good hour and a half before the official check, my room was ready and thankfully they let me check in. I quickly logged back onto Grinder and DM’d my trucked friend that I’d arrived and asked if he was still up for using my mancunt. He responded “Deffo” so I let him know the room number and confirmed that he wouldn’t need a room key to get access to the rooms. I do love the older hotels that still use proper room keys!! He responded that he’d be there in an hour’s time, adding “You’d better still be wearing it” I answered “Yes Sir I am.”
An hour later, and after another preparatory clean up, I was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at my phone, heart beating in anticipation, naked with my swollen cock straining against the bars on the steel cock cage. Another five minutes passed, still nothing. Resisting the temptation to send a message I busied myself double checking the lube, aeromas, wipes and towel covering the bed until finally my phone buzzed. “I’m here. What’s the room number again?” With moist finger I responded “Room 146, first floor…door is open” before dropping to my knees.
After what felt like ages I heard the door being pushed open and I finally set eyes on the owner of that hard veiny dark cock that had caused my fuck-hole to twitch. He was shorter than I expected about 5ft 7in, bald with a grey goatee beard, quite chubby and definitely older than the 47yr on his profile. On seeing me naked, on my knees with my cock encaged his face broke into a broad smile. Fumbling with his trouser belt and moving closer and, in what I guessed was an American accent, spoke for the first time “Fuck! Looks like I’ve got me a real slutty faggot here.” I smiled in response adding “You do indeed Sir.”
Within seconds he was naked from the waist down and I finally got to see the object of my desires in the flesh, and boy what flesh it was! Even semi-erect it was an impressive girthey 7in with a shiny purplish tip emerging from a dark brown foreskin. “What you waiting for slut get sucking” he barked while discarding the rest of his clothes. Immediately I opened my mouth wide, took hold and guided the swelling cock into my mouth. My senses went into overdrive, the glorious taste of a cock that had been cooped up in pants all day, the smell of man sweat and urine coupled with the unmistaken taste of musky cock and pre-cum. With moans of pleasure and with his big hard hands gripping my head he started to fuck his now fully erect cock in and out of my face. Each stroke caused me to gag as he pushed deeper and deeper until finally, my nose was brushing against his pubes. My eyes were streaming as I struggled to relax my throat and control my gag reflex. My own cock was straining against the constraints of the cock cage with drops of pre-cum coating the steel as the intensity of the face fucking increased with each stroke. He was moaning and groaning, calling me “a faggot whore”, “cocksucking slut” and “cumdump” and I loved it.
As he continued face fucking me, I’d resigned myself to him dumping his load down my throat when suddenly he pulled back and ordered me to stand. As I did, he grabbed hold of my caged cock and balls, squeezed and pulled me close to him clamping his lips hard against mine. Moving his hand up to the back of my head he pulled me it tight, probing his thick tongue deep into my mouth. His other hand gripped and started kneading my right ass cheek quickly moving towards my ass crack, his fingers started probing then finding my rosebud. As his finger pushed in he broke the kiss and starring directly into my eyes spoke “That’s one tight cunt you have there boy, let’s see what it can take” at that he starting moved me backwards, turning me round and pushing me over the edge of bed. “Knees up slut, stretch that hole open” he ordered. With both hands on my ass cheeks, legs spread, face buried in the bed, caged cock dangling and back arched I spread my cheeks open exposing my hungry fuck hole as ordered.
My pulse was racing as I waited in lust fuelled anticipation, suddenly the sensation of bearded bristles followed almost immediately by the delightful feeling of a thick wet tongue probing my twitching hole. Gripping and pulling down on my caged cock, I gasped and moaned in delight as his tongue wormed it’s way deeper up my fuck hole.
Still gripping my ass cheek apart and with my own cock being roughly manhandled and straining against the constraints of the cage, I was in fag heaven. After about a minute, the tongue fucking stopped and he stood up. “Time for the main event” he announced adding “You’d better get ready” as he dropped the brown bottle by my face. As I started inhaling from the bottle I felt the cold sensation of lube being applied and fingered into my hole. “Spread that cunt open boy!” He barked as his cock head made contact with my hole for the first time. As the pressure against my hole increased the first aroma rush wave engulfed my body followed moments later by that wonderful feeling of surrender as his cock broke through and popped in. I groaned in delight as he pushed in further and further savouring the discomfort and pleasure of being impaled on a hard throbbing cock. Soon I was fully impaled and I could feel his pubes press against my ass cheeks.
He held position for a few seconds as I took a few more sniffs from the bottle before once again gripping and pulling my ass cheeks apart. As I did, his hands gripped my hips and he started to pull back before slamming back in, the fucking had begun!
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