TheHole

There is a surplus of tops. Old tops, fat tops, ugly tops, smelly tops. Bottoms are just too picky. Cute top walks in, five bottoms descend on him like a pack of wolves. Meanwhile there’s the rock-hard 90-year-old that’s been waiting in the corner for a blow job for the past hour. I see this all the time. Before I realized my role as a truly submissive bottom, I was picky too. Now I fall to my knees to service that 90-year-old dick, and any other that comes along. That guarantees me a gut and ass full of 9 or 10 loads every time I head out. The tops are there. You’ve just got to be willing to take them. Every cock deserves good service.

Why would any barebacker use a silicon lube? That was developed specially for condoms. Oil is a natural lubricant, from vegetable oil to olive oil to mineral oil to Vaseline. It’s edible. Plus it rubs into your skin as a moisturizer. Silicone dries out your mouth. It’s terrible.

I love being fucked by a guy who is too good to fuck me raw and still gets his seed in me. He knows what my Hole is for, and I know my place.

This is fascinating in the age of COVID. Do you also believe that it is criminal to knowingly spread SARS-CoV-2? If not, why? You are aware that the infection/fatality rate of HIV at the height of the AIDS epidemic is almost identical to the infection/fatality rate of SARS-CoV-2 in the general population during the past year, right? SARS-CoV-2 isn’t as fatal as HIV but it’s ease of transmission compensates for that, making the two diseases equally as deadly. Yet they are treated as identical. Can’t figure out why that might be. Unless it’s the gay thing..

I’ve been intrigued by MisterBandB. Especially the listings that are clothing optional and have douching facilities provided.

Some guys are too good to fuck the Hole raw. They wear condoms. Some deposit their seed in the mouth, or all over the body or face, or right on the Hole. sometimes they flush it. It’s their right. But they all make sure that I know I’m just a Hole.

Chicago, March 3-6, 2021, Heart ‘O Chicago Motel: 29 Loads. Midway was busier than La Guardia but, unlike La Guardia, all the restaurants were closed, even the take-out places. Going out across the city was like going into New York, so different than Texas or Georgia. The L was empty; Roosevelt station was empty; the second L train was empty. I got off the L at Thorndale, and crossed a dozen or so blocks of residential apartment buildings until I reached my destination - the infamous Heart ‘O Chicago Motel. An older man, with long, scraggly fingers and dirty, thin blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, checked me in. His waist was probably as thick as one of my thighs. He reminded me of the sleazy hotel keeper on HBO’s Deadwood. The entire time he was checking me in I was thinking about sex with him, his thin arms wrapped around my chest, the skin dangling against my body, my plump nipples squeezed between his long, wrinkled fingers, his cock entering my Hole, his nasty breath filling the air I was breathing, his toxic seed pumping into my Hole. I suddenly realized how truly hungry for cock, any cock, the Hole was right now. The room had an actual, metal room key, and the door knob was one that could be left unlocked. That would be convenient. Like most cheap motels the furnishings were basic, with a small table and a bed. The walls were painted paneling. The bathroom had yellow subway tile accentuating a toilet, bathtub and sink, all yellow. It was kind of cute, in a mid-century Mod sort of way. Up the street from the motel was a White Castle and Starbucks. That would be convenient. I posted my ads, prepared the Hole, and waited for cock. The evening went like my first evening in Chicago. Slow. A dude listening to dance music on his Beats pumped me with four loads. He would come, clean up in the bathroom, get dressed, then let me kiss his cock ‘one last time.’ The first three times he hardened again. Next thing you know he was in the Hole, pumping in another load. The fourth time he didn’t get hard, and he left drained of all his seed. Then it quieted. Hours passed with no cock. A dude hit me up, but he wanted me to travel. I wasn’t traveling. A cute latino from Grindr stopped by, pumped in a nice load. Later an Asian stopped by, pumped in his nut. I woke up early on Friday, thinking the cock in Chicago was going to be as lame as the cock in New York. Three cock stopped by on their way to work - a BBC, an older gent, and another black guy. Around 9am, the dude that wanted me to travel the night before hit me up. He wanted to know how many loads I had in. He was disappointed that it was only three, but he wanted in. He gave me specific instructions. He wanted me completely naked - no jockstrap - on the bad, ass up, on all fours when he walked into the room. I complied. The door opened. Light streamed in. Then he was shoving the thickest cock of the trip in the Hole. And the Hole was his. His strokes were long and deep. He adjusted the Hole to his needs - spreading the legs, pulling them close, pushing the back down - getting just the right angle. He would instruct the Hole to push, push hard. It pleased him. He was digging inside for cum. He found it. He would instruct to push harder. On the out stroke, he would spit on his shaft, push it in. “Give me that Hole.” This continued for 45 minutes, and hour. It hurt. When he was ready to nut, he pushed my head down, lifted my back. The Hole was high in the air. He was drilling deep, and hard, crushing his cock deep inside. I screamed. He nutted. Three more cock stopped by after him. After the last one, he asked me to travel to him again. This time I obliged, riding an uber with cum leaking down my thigh. In his apartment I stripped, mounted his bed like I had been mounted earlier on the motel bed. He wasted no time in positioning me to his liking, pushing his thick cock deep inside, instructing me to push back, push the cum out. He knew what the Hole was, a repository for cum, and he liked that. For another hour he fucked, digging the anonymous loads out of my ass with his shaft. He didn’t speak to me afterwards. I gathered my clothes and left. Back to the Heart of Chicago. I figured it would be another slow night, like last night. I bought a six-pack of beer. At the motel I opened the bathroom window to keep it cold. Since it seemed so slow I added my room number to the Grindr and Sniffies ads. Usually that doesn’t result in anyone stopping by, but I would see if it worked in Chicago. I got a few teases as the evening progressed, but the only one coming over was the dude from Grindr last night, and that didn’t work out too well. I hadn’t douched all day, trying to keep the cum inside. I hadn’t eaten either, so I didn’t know if I actually should douche. Well, I should have. He didn’t appreciate that little accident. Near 11pm a dude fucked me. He nutted, and went into the bathroom. A knock came at the door. I assumed that it was open, but the guy must have locked it. I unlocked it. A dude came, stripped, and started fucking me. The first dude came out of the bathroom, saw the guy, got a little perturbed, dressed and left. That’s when it started. The door was unlocked. Another dude came in almost immediately after he was done. Then another. And another. It was cock after cock. Cock was almost constantly in the Hole. I’d occasionally lift my head, glance around the darkened room. Sometimes there would be shadow figures around the bed, watching, sometimes there wouldn’t. Cocks would enter my mouth, leave my mouth. There were big cocks, big loads, small cocks and small loads. I tried counting, but lost track. Some cock hurt, some didn’t. Some guys slapped me around, others fucked gently. One dude pissed in my mouth. One dude sank his teeth into my back until I screamed. It quieted down about 2am. Then a few stragglers who had been parked in the parking lot waiting their turn, came in, one-by-one. First a large black man that had been put-off by the group action earlier. Then a tall, skinny black man with a long cock. And, last, a bear that had (apparently) been trying to slide into the Hole all night, but had to wait until I was alone. I’m pretty sure I undercounted the loads, but there was at least 11 that night. But there was one more. I knew who wanted the Hole now. It was 2:30am. I was tired. I was sore. But it was my responsibility to provide him with that Hole, to provide to him the cum that the Hole had collected. I summoned an Uber. At his apartment I assumed the position on the bed. He fucked like he did before, his thick, long cock drilling in slow, deep, making me push back, pulling that cum out. It was uncomfortable. I had lost my poppers earlier. My thighs hurt. He move my legs open, then closed. The shift in position helped a little. He went to piss. I stretched my legs. He came back. I offered the Hole. He was in and out. Thirty minutes passed. I couldn’t take it any longer. My hips hurt, ached. I did what the Hole shouldn’t do; I started whining. He said if it hurt I could leave. I did. I failed. I should have been more prepared to give him what he wanted, what he needed. I should have endured the pain. But I didn’t. Twenty-nine loads in Chicago. And I still failed.

It closed down for the month of March. I ended up at the Millennium Times Square. It doesn’t use key cards for the elevator. I ended up with 11 loads in about 36 hours. Not much compared to other cities.

New York City, March 1-3, 2021, Millennium Hotel Times Square : 11 Loads The Tuesday flight from Atlanta to La Guardia was empty. La Guardia was empty. Google didn’t give very clear information on finding the buses, but I found it. The driver helped me get a ticket - it’s a pretty odd system without much direction. The bus was empty. I transferred to an empty subway. Then I walked through an empty Times Square, down empty streets, to an empty hotel. What had happened to New York City? Actually it was quite reminiscent of the last time I had been here - working the response to World Trade in 2002, four years before I began barebacking, and ten years before I realized I was nothing but a Hole. Along with a dearth of people in Manhattan, there was a dearth of cock. That first day I got four. I spent most of Wednesday in my hotel room, waiting for cock. The Millennium Time Square has easy access - there is no key card required. It was in my ad., but that didn’t seem to matter; throughout the entire day I only got four cock. At some point I went for a walk to Hudson River Park. The city wasn’t nearly as deserted as I had first thought. Maybe I’m not a type - older, chubbier - that New York cock is attracted to. Early Thursday morning was the most active - three dicks within a few hours before leaving to the airport. The cock was unremarkable; the guys weren’t Hispanic. At first I thought they were mostly Eastern European based on their accents, but then I noticed that they all had circumcised cocks; that would seem to indicate Middle Eastern. Plus slavs are usually well-hung, and these guys were relatively normal. The cock was evenly distributed from bbrts, Grindr, and Sniffies. Maybe even one from adam4adam. Eleven loads in 36 hours. Is that normal for New York City? Is this an island full of bottoms? Maybe they like younger, fitter guys here (saw a lot of those on the streets). Or maybe, because it’s not a car-based city, the cock just evaporated to the suburbs?

Atlanta, February 28-March 1, 2021, Red Roof Inn Buckhead: 22 Loads. My flight to Atlanta on Southwest went through Tampa. Both flights were full, which surprised me. The Tampa airport was busy, and I found some food there, which gave me an excuse to take off my face mask for almost the entire duration of the layover. Hartsfield was as busy as Tampa, just on a larger scale. It was surprising compared to Hobby Airport, where half the gates were not being used. Google gave me pretty explicit directions on catching the MARTA train. I found a MARTA app. It worked on the train, but when I connected to a bus at the Lindbergh Station to take me on to the motel, the bus didn’t have a reader for the app, and the driver was clueless (and mean). She made me go through these strange motions, showing her the day pass, the date of the day pass, closing the app and brining it up again, before she let me on her empty bus. The bus dropped me down the hill from the Red Roof. I noted a Waffle House within easy walking distance, and a CVS where I could get my enemas and petroleum jelly - my preferred lubricant for raw (silicon lube ass-to-mouth is terrible). The room was barren, on the first floor, and hot. Very hot. I turned up the AC as far as it would go, then hiked down the hill to CVS. I came back and the room was still hot. I put my ads up and washed, doing a deep cleaning of the Hole. I didn’t want any surprises. Slipped into my jockstrap and waited. Cock in Atlanta came consistently and easily. That first night I took 12 loads until early in the morning. The cock ran on the large side, most huge, and most black. The men liked to fuck solo, and for a long time. The first few fucked for more than an hour. Those were some of the biggest cock I’ve ever had considering the combination of length and girth, and I’ve had some big cock in my day. Those big cocks really like a deep Hole. And I’ve got a deep Hole. After a few hours of sleep, the cock started up again, dudes hitting me up on their way to work. Throughout the day I took 8 loads, sleeping on and off. It wasn’t particularly busy, but I didn’t get bored between cock either, which is always a danger when things get slow. A few guys were repeats from Sunday, but not the well-hung ones. I was kind of grateful for that. The Hole needed time to recover from those massive dicks. Things tapered off around 10pm; it was a week night. So I went to bed, got up early. My flight to La Guardia was around 10am, but I managed to take two more cocks that morning. Guys are always looking for Hole on their way to work; it’s that morning wood. Still didn’t get anything nearly as large as the dick on that first night. Twenty-two cock isn’t a record for me, but it wasn’t bad either. Oh, and almost all the cock was from bbrts. I don’t think I got one load from Grindr, Adam4adam, or Sniffies.

Sometimes when I’m traveling in Houston, Dallas, San Antonio, Austin or New Orleans, I spend a day, sometimes a weekend, a Hole dedicated to taking loads. I crave cock, and when you’re new meat, you get a lot. The most cock I’ve had the pleasure of servicing in a 24-hour period has been 39 at a hotel in suburban Houston. That was a few years ago. Last year, I decided that I would do a CumDump tour, hitting up the largest 10 metro areas in the USA, taking loads for at least 24 hours in each one. I managed to do Dallas and Miami-Ft Lauderdale, then the lock down came, screwing everything up. In January, II had my regular blood work for my big blue pill. The virtual appointment with the doctor was In early February. The doctor was being cagey on the phone - asking me how I felt, if I had had any major medical problems since I last saw her. I was like, no. Then she told me what I needed to know - somewhere I had been exposed to the coronavirus, and I had the antigens for COVID. She explained that it probably meant I was immune for at least a few months, and I could take my time getting the vaccine. My fear of flying evaporated, and the cum tour was back on. The first three cities were to be Atlanta, New York, and Chicago. I packed light - I was going to be in a jockstrap most of the time. I picked out the accommodations mainly based on this forum, although New York City seemed to be a problem because my first two picks ended-up closing for the month of March. I set out some rules: 1. Four ads on four platforms - bbrts, a4a, Sniffies, and Grindr. 2. The Hole will be available at the motel/hotel for at least 24 hours consecutively 3. No traveling for loads during that 24 hours. 4. No gen. 5. No pnp - but lots of poppers. 6. Raw loads only - condoms may be used but the load must be deposited in the Hole. 7. No load refused.

TheHole281 Houston, Texas

The first time Gio fucked me I was waiting for him in a stall in a restroom of an office building, mounted on the hard, cold fiberglass of a toilet, wearing a jockstrap and a work shirt. He walked in, deposited his load, and left. I felt the thickness of his cock, but I never saw him. He had contacted me through Grindr, where his profile bluntly stated that he didn’t need a ‘Daddy.’ I figured this was a one-off for relief. But he hit me up again. He didn’t want the restroom; he wanted something more intimate. Eventually he fucked me at my house during lunch, and it was much more intimate than the quick fuck on the toilet. The third time was today, and I knew what he wanted. I was playing a role. He wanted a Daddy and a cunt - a Daddy to gently seduce, then a cunt to rape brutally. I knelt before him, gazing up at his full lips, his hard, youthful 20-something body, wrapping my hands around his hairy, thick thighs, and wrapping my lips around his nice cock. That didn’t last long. He pulled me up and kissed me. I’m not used to being kissed. Then he lay on the bed, me on top of him, still kissing. He rolled me over, lifted my legs, then licked each foot, sucking each toe. Gentle he was. His hands glided all over my body, his lips brushed down my legs, to my nips, to my lips, and back down. Then, just like last time, his demeanor changed. He grabbed my legs and flipped me violently onto my belly. A strong hand came down and pushed my head into the pillow. His thick cock penetrated me in one violent stroke, like a spear. I yelped. He covered my mouth, and started fucking. I knew what he wanted. He wanted resistance. I struggled under his weight, trying to pull away from that cock. He fucked more forcefully. Last time I didn’t struggle; he fucked for about 10 minutes. This time the struggling sent him over the edge; he came right away, pumping that young seed into my Hole.

The ginger Mexican hit me up on Grindr. Wanted to know if I’d had any loads yet. I hadn’t that morning. That disappointed him. An hour later he text me; he had to nut anyways and he’d be over in a half hour. I thought about the dude that fucked me yesterday, the one that gave me three loads. His cock was similar to the Mexican Ginger, kind of a small nub, with most of the shaft buried in the folds of his abdomen. Neither really got hard and with their snail size and flaccidness, both had trouble getting their dicks inside. Their fucking really doesn’t do anything for me, but that’s not relevant; I am a cum receptacle - I am just grateful for their loads. The ginger Mexican stopped hitting me up after he couldn’t enter me once. I thought that I should be helpline them, making it easier to fuck. So perhaps I should stretch my Hole before the fucking, so their cocks could enter with no resistance. That would produce the same effect that he wanted from someone fucking me before him. I gathered my thin dildo and a few bottles, and set about cleaning and stretching in the shower. I was toweling off when I heard the door open. Quickly I got onto position on the bed, at the edge, face down, ass up on all fours. The large ginger Mexican came into the room. He fingered the cunt. Took the long dildo and easily shoved it in, all the way. He was pleased. He took the dildo out and immediately replaced it with his cock until, silently, he deposited his load inside. Later, after he left, I text him Thank you for the load.

A message came over Sniffies, I need to nut rn. Sniffies is usually full of flakes, but once in awhile a really good cock comes along. I gave him my address and directions. In a few minutes his fingers were in my cunt, stretching open. Then his cock went in. It wasn’t hard, but he fucked until he came. Then he fucked a second time, came, moved it to my mouth for some oral, and went back to fucking until he came a third time. I don’t think he was ever hard. He text me after he left. Said his name was JD. He told me he was just gonna call me ‘cunt,’ when he needed to nut again. That was fine by me.