Ooops... I Did It Again

A horndog night ends. A bud and I end up a sex club in Atlanta. His choice, not mine. But I'm given an hour.

I've got to admit I had a few too many and, while I wasn't shitfaced, I didn't quite measure up to fully in control. I arrived with a parched throat looking forward to a Diet Coke only to find the fucking soda fountain plastered with a few too many "out of order" signs. So it was warm bottled water.

Yuck.

I wandered through the maze and black lights, into the rear back room. My dick throbbed inside my shorts. No luck. In the large dark room, I found a man with an already spooged ass wearing a jockstrap. He seemed entranced by the way I worked his nipples on his smooth chest. I positioned him to slide inside and he seemed completely open to my fucking. His solid body just would crouch.

I stand 6-foot-3-inch tall. Technically, I'm 6 feet 2¾ inches. Still, it's tall. But this fucker had to be 6-foot-5. I couldn't get his ass lower and, even on my tippy toes, only my cockhead would dip inside. I realized he was just entranced. Don't know what he was tripping on but positioning him for a fuck wasn't going to work.

I moved on.

A few more aborted attempts and a good blowjob or two, I end up in the darkroom again with just a few minutes left in the countdown on the clock. The room is really pitch black. You see figures as they move into the room but overall, you can't make out faces. It's all by touch and feel and smell and hearing. Every sense but sight. The sling in the room is empty and I'm there, dick out, being felt up by a few guys when one grabs me and pulls me toward the sling. He climbs in.

I feel his hole. It's already wet.

Bingo.

I begin to push inside.

"Wait," he whispers. "Condom."

Fuck is all I can think.

He hands it to me in the wrapper. I open it up, pop it on like a porn star then pierce the side so only the base of my cock is wrapped. I slide it in.

The bottom's fingers never eve bother to check if I've wrapped up as I begin to fuck him. He's moaning loudly. I am not holding back.

"Oh yea, fuck me harder!"

I do. The swinging of chains is drawing attraction. There's two men to either side and one behind me. Fingers probe where my cock is. The fingers do not belong to the bottom. It's the man to my left. He touches the rolled-up condom at the base of my cock. Little does he know that's the only part of the condom on my cock.

He whispers in my ear, "I don't need a rubber. My ass is right here if you want it."

But the stench of his smoky breath hits my nose. I turn away and fuck harder.

I reach down to find my poppers. I take a good snort of them And then I go back to the fucking. But not before I put my hand down and slip off the condom ring as I pull completely out and reenter him all raw.

My pace speeds up and I enter the rhythm with the beat of my heart as it absorbs the smell of the nitrates and I fly right toward my orgasm. I feel the first moments of my cum begin to pump inside this guy's ass and I want to make sure he gets all the cum he deserves here in the dark. I know it's coating his chute now. I pump harder. I'm holding his legs against my chest and he's grunting. I've got him in a kind of vice lock.

As the second and final wave of my orgasm hits, that's when the massive bulk of my cum really begins to shoot in his ass.

He might be realizing it.

He's begging for me to let him down.

But I'm still pumping, my around locked around his legs. I'm pushing all my DNA into his ass. And I'm letting him have it. I want him to feel me. I can now hear the mighty squish of my cock as it enters and exits.

"Let me down man," he says a third or fourth time.

I finally loosen my grip.

His knees unlock, my cock slips out and I step back into the crowd that's gathered around us. All the darkness allows me to slip into the people and then I'm gone.

In a few minutes, I'm with my bud and we're traveling home.