Travel Diary: Vegas Virgin Cherry

He claimed to be straight. Another straight man, away from home, and begging for a cock up his ass. Shit, I know how to find them.

Actually, he found me. Early in my trip, he caught one of my Craigslist postings and responded with the usual short, clipped responses. It bounced back and forth to the point when I mentioned I'd only fuck him raw. Soon, he dropped off the radar.

As 2 a.m. approached that night, he reappeared, having reevaluated his no-barebacking stance. But by then, the East Coast time caught up with me and I went to sleep.

Again, later in the week, he sent a response to the latest of my Craiglist ads: "I think I know who you are."

Of course, that got my attention. And interestingly enough, he was in the same hotel and on the same floor as I was. Within a moment, I knocked at his door.

A little on the beefy side — something I liked — he dropped his underwear and tucked his knees under his belly, positioning his ass just over the edge of the bed. I lubed it up and pressed against his hole.

Easy does it, it took a moment to pop inside but then, I pushed further and easier. Later, he'd admit he played with dildos a whole lot. It made the fuck easy. No kissing, no hugging, nothing nice. I just fucked. I came. Yes, in his ass. I continued to fuck for a while but got bored, so I started going soft. I pulled out and, yanked my pants up and exited the room.

I fucked and bred him twice more, mostly out of boredom and convenience. I had no one else who actually followed up and I left three loads lighter. His ass no longer virginal. And when he gets home to the Midwest, his ass will crave more cum. I have no doubt.