In the taxi ride back to the hotel, my pussy was aching for more attention and I was still high, my body felt like it was floating in air.
i made it back to the hotel room and immediately stripped down to my jock and shoved some fingers up my ass to dull the craving it desperately cried for.
i logged onto every hook up site on which I had a profile and hoped for the best. It was nearly noon so I liked my chances.
Sure enough, I met Hector, 47, 5’9, full beard, hairy bear, with a fat uncut cock and as he indicated extra large hands that were made for pig faggots like me. I told him I’d been partying all night and he was down to continue and had some supplies to bring along. I asked him to bring some lube, too.
Hector had been working on his yard all morning. He showed up in a yellow tank top, blue loose shorts and flip flops. The outline of his cock showed nicely in those mesh shorts. He smelled so musky and manly. I asked him to lift his arms up and I took deep whiffs and used my tongue to slather up his stink. I was wild with desire when Hector worked first one, then three of his fat fingers up my ass.
I pulled down his shorts and gave him a sloppy blow job, taking all of his inches down easily, lathering his meat up so I could ride it. I encouraged Hector to sit on the chair as I mounted him, my back to his chest and rode like a stallion as he called me a pussy boy and how much he loved to use piggy faggots like me.
Hector asked me to grab his backpack so I reached over and passed it back to him while still implanted on his dick. He wrestled around back there while I was lost in my own bubble and when the needle hit my vein I was surprised but the rush really took over and once again I was floating away, far away. Hector pushed my back so I was bent over and he shoved one of his fists up my ass with his cock still inside me. He punched me and I was blubbering and bubbles of spit dripped out of my mouth. It was wonderous.
Hector pushed me off of him and threw me onto the bed. He had a big tub of elbow grease and while I was ass up, face down, he brought the chair over to the bed and began to jab me with one fist and then the other. Then he kept one fist down to the elbow and opened me with the other closed palm. He began punching my pussy out and I cried out in high pitched tones. Hector said I was his bitch, his cunt faggot, that I was born to open my pussy for real men to use, etc. he was also high and his inhibitions were set free and he spoke his mind.
i let him use my asshole anyway he liked while I submitted my pussy to him. It was slack, no give, no respect, it opened like a tunnel for two forearms to reach into my ditich down to the elbows.
Hector finally stopped only for us to blow some clouds and get me on my back. One pillow behind my head and other under my waist. Hector pushed down on my thighs with all his weight and my rosebud exposed. Hector punched me hard while I wailed in pleasure and shot my nut onto my abs. And my body convulsed.
Hector took a break while I sucked his cock and he said he needed to piss. We went to the bathroom and I sat on the toilet and opened my mouth. Hectors stream began to flow and I swallowed every drop. Some dripped down my beard onto my chest but I was fine with that. It felt warm and welcome on my tingling skin.
hector had me bend over the sink and he fucked me with his hard dick and his his fist for several minutes before we were back in bed and I was back on all fours for another round. Hector was a boxer in his youth and he took my cunt to a new level of punches in rapid succession that I’d never experienced before. Then there was even more double punching.
Hector was at his time limit before his husband was due home so he turned me on my back and fucked me missionary until he bred me completely.
Once Hector left me, my hole was beginning to close and it was time to call it a day. I fell asleep very, very happy and satisfied.
