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About this blog
I thought I'd share a true experience in my past.
Recently I reminisced about the time I worked in the US. This was 1998-2000. My company sent me to the Boston area to work on a project. I would spend 6-7 weeks there and then back home for two weeks and back again for 6-7 weeks and so on for about two years.
I stayed at the Embassy Suites in Marlborough, Mass. when I was there. Later at a suite hotel in Chelmsford (can't remember the name but by the photos looks like what is now County Chelmsford, had a different name then).
There I was: In my 30s, single, and horny as fuck all the time. Apart from work there was not much to do. Sometimes went to the mall a bit further up the highway (I-95 exit 37?) ogling the hot guys in their "American look" of cargo shorts, t-shirts or polo and baseball caps which I found really hot (something which is common now in NL too but not at the time). I soon adopted that look when I was in MA and not working. And I looked hot in those even if I say so myself!
This was in the early days of internet and I only knew gay.com and cruisingforsex.com as possibilities in the US to hook up. I had to be careful because I didn't know what the IT guys could see what I was doing on my company laptop but I took the risk sometimes. I couldn't really host at the Embassy. Even though it was a reasonably big hotel the staff knew me by my first name from all the time I was spending there. And colleagues would stay there too. I could not run the risk of word getting back to the company about "indecent behavior".
I think it was on cruisingforsex.com that I got a message from this guy Robert. I had some pics of my bubble butt in my profile stating I was looking for tops in the area. He said he was a Daddy hosting sex at his place on Friday nights. He liked to watch guys fuck. Did I want to get laid and was I interested? Can't remember exactly but I think he was located in Hudson (Newton first came to mind but I now think that is too far away). I hesitated at first but then took him up on his offer, not knowing what to expect. He gave me the address and told me to be there around 8pm on Friday.
Not really knowing the area I had some difficulties finding the place so I was late and showed up at this bungalow around 8.30. He was a Daddy alright. In his 60s, white bearded cigar smoking Daddy. I was nervous as hell. So we made small talk at first and he kept pouring whiskeys to make me more comfortable. Said I was a hottie, he would find some guys to come over to fuck.
The next hour he spend on the phone on a gay sex chat line. He always started with "This is Robert. I am a Daddy. There is this hot Dutch bottom looking for loads. Are you interested?" Within an hour he had three guys, gave them his address and told me they were on their way. All the time he was on the phone I was on the couch watching a porn video, downing whiskeys to get rid of my nerves and getting hornier with each glass. Add poppers to that and I went into slut mode.
First guy showed up 30 minutes later. Average Joe but nice cock. Sucked him a bit first then he lubed me up and fucked me on the couch. Robert was watching us fuck all the while on the phone trying to find other guys. Guy shot his load within minutes, dressed and left. Didn't even know his name. From then on until 2am guys came and went. In total about 8-10 or so, lots of flakes too. I was pretty drunk by that time even if it didn't show, felt like a total slut and loved it. Some were a bit put off by the "old guy" watching but none walked away (it was more or less anon for them anyway) and all dumped their load in my ass. No talk of condoms. A few were in and out the door quickly, most took much longer. Sometimes the next guy arrived when I still had a dick up my ass.
All the while Robert was on the phone and in between chats encouraging the guys ("fuck his ass!", "load him up" and to me: "suck his dick!"!)
At 2am Robert's much younger boyfriend (around my age) came home. He looked at me but didn't say anything and they retired to their bedroom. He had probably seen this before. Robert had told me I could sleep on the couch being too intoxicated to drive. Also told me Steve, the guy who rented the room upstairs, would be coming home from his work shift around 4am but to stay away from "that nasty piece of work". I woke up when I felt someone trying to stuff his dick in my mouth. BIG dick! It wasn't the BF. Still boozed up and still horny I just opened my mouth and sucked. Then I heard him whisper "come upstairs". Despite Robert's warning I followed him. And loved this "nasty piece of work". Rough hard fucker who planted two consecutive loads in my cummy hole. Sneaked downstairs afterwards.
In the morning (BF still asleep) I had a coffee, lied to Robert about Steve and drove back to my hotel getting horny again thinking about what had happened.
This was a first of many Friday evenings/nights spent at Robert's place over those two years. I couldn't go if colleagues were staying at the hotel (was expected to socialise) but when I had the weekend for myself I would drive over. He always managed to get guys to come over and fuck me, one time more than the other. He on the phone watching us fuck, he never participated. Some guys showing up I thought were really hot. Got a few phone numbers from them and even spend a weekend with a hot top I met at Robert's in his apartment in Boston. He and a friend taking turns in my ass all Saturday evening and night.
Several came back to fuck "the Dutch guy". Even the BF fucked me a few times when he came home at 2am now that I had become a regular visitor. Not saying very much, just fucked and afterwards retired to the bedroom with Robert. And always there was Steve upstairs for a "nightcap fuck" when Robert and BF were already sleeping. I don't think Robert ever found out about Steve fucking my cum filled sloppy hole when he was asleep.
I don't recall how many cocks and loads I took on those Friday nights for two years but it were dozens.
It wasn't until internet became what it is now that I learned about guys who like whoring out guys. Only then I realised there was a name for it and I had been whored out by Robert in Massachusetts in those two years..... And had loved it!
Later I thought that maybe there had been a hidden camera recording those fuck sessions but I never saw anything on internet and he never mentioned it.
After the project was completed I did not get to return to Boston until two years later. I tried to get in touch with Robert again but his phone was disconnected and email didn't seem to work. That time I stayed at a hotel in Chelmsford. It was easier to hook up then at the hotel as I was alone and my room was located on the ground floor next to the back entrance so guys could come in unnoticed by staff. But there I never reached the level of sluttiness as I had at Robert's place.