Bored out of horniness and climbing the walls thinking that I was going to have to jack off again, I decided to make the almost three-hour drive to a gay resort/sex club near where I live. I drove there for what seemed like an eternity with a hard-on the whole way. these kinds of situations can be like a new presidential initiative… if your expectations are too high you can ruin the whole thing. With that in mind, I set my mind on just making at least one good hook-up that would satisfy the beast in me and try not to be too big of a pig about it. I arrived and had a couple of beers while I got into my ‘Ho Wear,’ my old jeans with the ass all torn out and buttons on the front that didn’t really work and a thread bear white tee shirt with some old cum stains on it that really showed off my hard nipples… even in a darkened room.

Busted Open

I grabbed my poppers and made my way to the building that housed the maze of glory holes, jail cells, and darkened cubby holes to see what I could find. As I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, a couple of guys stood by me and started to rub their crotches. It was too dark to tell who was who, but I reached out and started to feel my way around. there was a jock kind of a guy with a really hard upcurved cock who liked my nipples a lot and played with them as I handled his cock. Then there was an older man who seemed to have too much to drink. That alone wasn’t a big deal, but as a recently quit smoker, his breath from old whiskey and stale cigarettes made me a little grossed out. Then there was a hulking guy who I couldn’t really make out at first because the light was behind him. I could tell he was big, but as I began to see, I could tell he had long hair, which really isn’t a turn-on for me. Eventually, I could tell that he was a really straight looking red-neck who just didn’t fit any of the ideas I had for my evening, but as I was walking away with my newly adjusted vision, I reached out my hand to discover a fat, hard, big-headed, red-neck dick poking out of his pants. So I just grabbed on and kept walking. he got the hint and followed me to one of the glory hole rooms. I didn’t want to bother with the glory hole itself, so I just motioned for him to follow me into the room. I took a big hit of poppers and pulled my pants down to my ankles as I sat down and came face to face with this straight man, red-neck monster staring at me. cartoon of a hot bald man I started to lick his heavy balls and his dick started to get even bigger. I put my lips around it and was relieved to find that I was going to be able to do a really good job for him. there’s nothing worse than finding the cock of your dreams to suck and then finding that it’s just too big to do anything with but throw it over your shoulder and burp it. I started sucking and slobbering on his stiffy and when I put the whole thing down my throat, I got an audible gasp from my, until then, strong silent type man. I got his attention with that move. He wasn’t the most attractive guy in the world, so I imagine that he has had his fair share of rejection by women, and even with his stud cock, by what can be a very superficial gay community. I was on a mission to make sure he knew he was the stud-stallion of the century. That’s generally the way I like to make men feel when I’m sucking on their rod, but in this case, I felt like this man really needed it. He grabbed my head and with stunned amazement, he started pumping his dick all the way down into my throat and all the way out as I gazed up into his face with my gullet wide open for him.

Cock stuffed in Head

He skull fucked me good and hard as I massaged his heavy, egg-sized nuts. They would relax and then pull way up high next to his crotch with every pump. Then I felt his nuts really retract as he stuffed the full length of his rod down my throat and held the back of my head with his massive hands. I could feel his cock pulsing and pumping his huge load down my throat as I gagged and choked but didn’t spill a drop. When he was mostly done, he pulled out and I tasted the last few drops drip out of his massive cock head onto my tongue. I licked him clean and he buttoned up and left the room… he didn’t say anything, but the look on his face was more than enough thank-you. If I can leave a man speechless, I figure I’ve done my job, plus that’s what turns me on the most. Based on my non-greedy pact that I had with myself, that really should have been enough for the evening, but I just wasn’t really quite done yet. I wandered around for a while and didn’t see anyone else I really was interested in. Just when I was about to walk out, I decided that I would go back into the larger room to see what was going on there. When I did, I saw the Daddy of my dreams standing there. He had to be 6’8″ and about 280 lbs. he was massive with a beard and mustache. He was leaning against the wall and sat down near him and started to jack my dick. He was doing the same. For whatever reason, guys like this are rarely into me. Usually, I find that they really want someone more than their size. I’m not small, but I’m not bulky. I made my peace a long time ago with the fact that I’m a tall trim guy with an athletic build… poor me, I’m not a linebacker like I wanted to be for so long. So, for whatever reason, this linebacker was into me. I walked over to him and started to feel his massive chest and torso. I ran my hands up and down, pulling on his big man-sized nipples and grabbing his fat, hard, beer-can dick. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and started to tongue me. He took his big hand and pushed my head to the side as he bit my neck and started squeezing my nipples. I was putty in his hands and he knew by the way I was submitting that he could do damn near whatever he wanted to do. My favorite thing ever is to be manhandled by a man who is way bigger, stronger, and more powerful than I am. This guy tossed me around like a rag doll. If he wanted his pits cleaned that’s where he put my mouth. If he wanted his tits eaten, he swung my head around to his chest. When he wanted me to suck his dick he forced me to my knees and stuffed it in my mouth. I obliged him with everything that he commanded. He turned me around and started playing with my hole and slapping my ass. He forced me over and I could feel his cock throbbing on my nuts as he pulled on my tits and chewed on my neck.

I was moaning in pain and pleasure as his hot breath formed steamy words of faggot bliss in my ear canal and caused my body to shiver and quake. He pulled out a condom and as he was putting it on, I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my man-hole.

About to be plowed

The once-empty room was now full of gawkers and watchers. In some situations like this, it can be ruined by guys wanting to get too involved, but this man was so fucking big, that all anyone dared to do was watch. He had a hard time at first stuffing that beer can cock up my hole. Being mostly a cocksucker, I don’t have a very wide hole. But this guy was not taking no for an answer and he kept on prodding and stuffing until it made its way deep inside me. Then he started really bucking like a stud stallion. My head was banging on the wall in front of me as he fucked and slapped my ass in the middle of a room full of onlookers. he told me to “Spread my hole.” as I begged him to stop and to not stop. I pulled out my bottle of poppers from my hoodie on the floor and he obliged me as I took two big hits and put it back down. “Where’s your fucking manners, boy,” he spits. I quickly handed him the poppers and he too took two big hits. To be honest, I didn’t know if I could take this bull stud fucking me up the ass on poppers. But what’s a boy to do? If Big Daddy Dick wants poppers, you give Big Daddy Dick his poppers. He already has my hole anyway. I was right. i almost couldn’t take my big bull stud fucking me when he was on a popper high. We were both really bucking and moaning incomprehensible obscenities at each other. My guts were definitely being invaded. It hurt and I loved every hard thrust up my hole. He suddenly stopped and pulled out, swung me around, and pushed me to the ground. He pulled off the condom and started fucking my face hard. Now the back of my head was hitting the wall as he invaded my mouth with his fat cock. After a minute of jacking and out gushed his big hot load all over my face and front of my shirt. As he put himself together, he smiled down at me and told me how that was exactly what he was looking for, and that, ” You’ve been Daddy Dicked, Boy!” With jizz still dripping from my chin I explained that the pleasure was all mine. He helped me up off the floor (all that hotness and a gentleman too). As I was covered completely now in jizz I thought I’d better go clean up a little bit. On my way out, I saw him sitting in a lounge area so I walked over to him to tell him how much I had enjoyed it. He had a smile on his face the whole time as we introduced ourselves before I left for my room. When I got to my room and looked in the mirror I could no longer tell if he was smiling at me or laughing because I literally had cum dripping from everywhere.

Cum drenched face

A long strand was hanging from my ‘stache and attached down to my shirt. My shirt was covered along with my goatee and neck. I stood in amazement for a while as I gazed at the man juice that now covered my entire front and thought about the 8 or 9 guys who I had walked by on the way to my room. Not that they weren’t there to do the same thing, but still, it’s not a sight you see every day. After a little bit of rest, I decided that I still hadn’t quite had enough, but I knew that I was really pushing the greed factor. On the other hand, after all this hot sex, I still hadn’t cum. I went back in and strolled around a bit. Back in a dark corner, I saw what looked like a big black football player. MMMMM! I walked over and grabbed a handful of hard, ready-to-go, monster chocolate meat! I kneeled down instinctively and pulled down his sweatpants. When I did, his fad rod swung up and slapped my face with a thud. I started to go to town on that beautiful fuck pipe as I squatted in front of this beautiful man, swallowing and slobbering and jacking my cock. He started pumping my face faster now and his nuts were starting to tighten up next to his crotch. He was moaning with pleasure as he pulled out of my mouth and jacked off a huge load of jizz all over my face and shirt. I encouraged him to blow it all over me like the black bull stud he was as I too dumped a big load on the floor… mixing with his cum load and my spit, then he pulled up and walked away. I love it when they do that! I was once again covered in cum from my forehead to my boots. I stood up to get my wits about me and as I started to walk away I slipped in the gooey pile of spit and cum and landed on my ass right in it. I guess that was my message that I had had enough for the evening. I stood up again and walked past a lot of the same guys who saw me cum covered walking back to my room the first time. some of them laughed a good-natured laugh. If they only knew the extent to which I had been totally Daddy Dicked, they would have been jealous.

Showing Dick in Dank Basement

Garg, the animal ‘Hairy-Man’ who lives in my head has a way of directing me to perverse and stimulating sexual situations and has a way of sensing the spirit world. Spirits are all around us, and if there’s anything they’re mad about, it’s that they miss the mashing together of flesh, of being a body. Whenever they get the chance they can and do inhabit our bodies and take us for a sex romp that we may never have been expecting.

Showing Dick

The laundry room in my apartment building is a dank, humid room at the end of a long hall in the basement. Most of the time it is lit mostly by the red exit sign and a few dim bulbs that flicker like old oil lanterns from the past. Several times while in the elevator, I’ve heard tenants talking about their fear of going down there. They would see shadowy figures pass by the door in the hallway and hear strange moaning and bumping sounds. I had heard them too, but it sounded to me like the muffled noises of neighbors having sex. I never felt threatened by the laundry room. I looked forward to the humidity and warmth which would cause my crotch to heat up and start to expand in my pants. The poor lighting and obscured corners and alcoves always made me think what a great place it would be to have anonymous sex. Washing machines going through their cycles with thuds and whirring sounds would obscure the banging, slapping, and slurping sounds of lubed flesh pushing into wet, gaping holes.

Most of the time, other tenants would avoid the basement entirely and opt for the laundry down the street. It was rare that I saw others while I sat quietly waiting for my load to wash and then dry. sometimes I would spend all afternoon doing my laundry with nobody but Garg and other horned-up spirits that stayed down there for company. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was taking a mental health day from work. The cold rain outside kept people from running about in the building and it was quiet except for the constant flowing of water against window panes and down drainage spouts. I had been in the laundry room through 2 of about 6 loads. It was laundry day, so I only had a pair of gym shorts and a wife-beater to wear. It was always too warm to wear anything else there anyway. The humidity and Garg running through my mind had given me my usual locker room hard-on… full hangage, spongy and full, but not hard. If I sat on the plastic chair with my legs spread, it couldn’t be hidden.

My cock always looked the best when it was in this state. The washer and dryers were making their sex sounds and the lights flickered causing shadowy spirits to swirl around even if only in my head. My spirit-like haze was cleared abruptly when I heard the elevator door open down the hall. I could hear whoever it was pulling their laundry bag down the hall. It sounded like they could have been dragging a body the way they pulled and stopped, adjusting their grip and then starting up again. Garg was getting excited at the prospect of who might be joining in on the afternoon laundry room fun and I had to adjust myself in my chair to hide my package from view. In walked a tenant I had pet-named Daddy Six-pack. Not because of perfect washboard abs, but because I always saw him carrying a six-pack of beer into the building. He was a big man with a beard and a naturally balding head. His beer-drinking had given him a nice belly… not a huge thing that you couldn’t get by, just a nice manly roll that I often thought I would like to bounce my forehead against if I ever got a chance to suck his dick.

Alpha-male

He came in dragging his laundry behind him in one hand and carrying a six-pack in the other. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants and an old white tee shirt. He looked at me and glanced down at himself. “Laundry day,” he said implying that this was all he had left to wear. “Same here man,” I said with a similar glance down at myself. “All I had left,” and I left it at that. I didn’t want to seem too excited to see him. Amongst the sound of the machines and the humid air, I got a whiff of some really strong manly smells coming off of him. He filled a couple of washers, put in his coins, and sat down in a chair next to me leaving an empty between us for his six-pack of beer. “You want a beer man?” he asked me. I accepted. and we clanked bottles and swigged down a mouthful. My first loads of laundry thudded to an abrupt stop. As I got up I dropped a quarter, and it landed right between his feet. I reached down to pick it up and he reached for it at the same time. When our hands touched, it was the spark that allowed the circling spirits the chance they were waiting for. Until there’s some kind of contact they can’t do anything but observe and maybe make some noise and cast some shadows. But that spark that you feel sometimes is the energy that allows the spirits to flow into our flesh and take over our bodies. Granted, there has to be some kind of willingness, to begin with, but if it’s there and they see their chance they take it. My eyes first fixed on his bulging crotch and then moved up to his eyes. I stopped being myself at this point, and I could tell that he was someone else suddenly too. He grabbed my head and plunged his thick tongue into my mouth. I could feel it stuffing into my mouth like a soft, fat cock. He stood up and we tongue fucked each other’s mouths with spit and slobber spreading around our faces. His facial hair was rubbing around on my face and I could feel his cock straining against his sweats pushing against my now rock-hard prick sticking out from the leg of my gym shorts. All at once he spun me around, pulled down my shorts, and bent me over a hot, vibrating washing machine. he crouched down behind me and spread my hole open wide with his thick meat hooks. His wet, coarse beard started rubbing against my ass hole and his tongue started slurping and sucking my tight hole. Even though we were alone in the room, I could feel the eyes of the horny spirits watching us and swirling around us. It seemed as though the ones who were left out were jealous of the ones who got to inhabit our flesh. He sucked on my ass as he pulled on my fat cock with his rough hands. The moans around us were now joined by my moans and his slurping on my hole. I spread my ass cheeks wide as I leaned on the machine. It felt as if he was fucking me with his tongue that felt like a fat cock head teasing and prying my manhole. When He stood up, I felt him pull down his sweats and his fat Long prick sprung up with a loud slap against my wet, gaping ass-lips. He pulled down and let it go several times, letting me feel and hear his hard, fat cock slap against my hole over and over again. On the last slap, he aimed it just right and I felt his swollen dick head press against my hungry, slurping ass lips. I heard him spit on the junction between our joining flesh and all at once he buried his fat pipe deep inside me. I heaved and let out a loud gasp as the spirits around us now excitedly moaned and circled around us. It seemed as if I could feel their hot breath, but it was nothing compared to the hot fuck pole now stuffing my cunt. He punched all the way inside me and then pulled all of his slick cock out of my hole and then buried it to the hilt again, over and over he pumped my now gaping hole as he held my hips steady for the next thrust. I was now face down on the machine being fucked so hard that we were knocking the washing machine around. My cock was gushing pre-cum against the hot metal machine and with each hard thrust it was rubbing up and down the smooth metal. I could hear him starting to groan and pant behind me. His hot pits and hairy chest were dripping hot man sweat up and down my back as he heaved and pumped his pipe in and out of me. He started to cum and the spirits went wild. I could see them now standing around us in a circle encouraging us to put on our stinking, lubed-up, spit-filled flesh party.

Spreading the hole

Fuckin’ Hairy Hole

His thick, hard dick pumped and released over and over again sending thick creamy jizz shooting up into my guts. I could feel it spurting out between the seal made between my ass lips and his meat pipe. Hot cum was now flowing down my legs and scooped up a handful and stroked my swollen meat until it blew all over the inside of my shorts and covered the front of the washing machine while the six-pack man finished dumping the rest of his load deep inside me. We laid like that panting and heaving for several minutes with his wet, hairy chest pressing hard against my back. The hot cum was now really dripping down my legs and the smell of it mixed with the heavy humid air. His still hard cock was still wedged deep in my hole as his breath began to slow and our bodies began to recover from our ghost take-over fuck. His heavy cum and spit-lubed meat slipped out of my hole with a slap and I could feel the spirits leave our bodies. We pulled up our shorts, now covered in cum and sweat, and sat down without a word to finish our beers. The washing machine loads stopped and we both stripped down to toss in the last of our soiled clothes. As we sat naked in the dark, hot, humid laundry room, we drank a couple more beers and without any words, we realized that we had just been a part of some supernatural joining that couldn’t be duplicated quite the same again. We finished our laundry and the beers and left the haunted laundry. As I left I looked back and I’m pretty sure I saw Garg there smiling his toothy grin at me holding up a beer as if to toast my cum-filled fuck in the haunted laundry room.