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.

Friday and Saturday each netted me one load. Friday a former regular hit me up on Grindr, a young, fat, ginger Mexican. He had a small cock with a decent girth. He liked to stretch my cunt with his hands and toys, until it was near gaping, so he could just slip his little cock inside with no resistance. He never cared if he hurt me, usually jamming the dildo hard and fast until I yelped, and then moving it in a way he knew was going to hurt. Last time we met was at the park. The conditions weren’t optimal for ass play, we had no toys, and he tried jamming his small dick into my surprisingly tight hole. It didn’t work, and he stopped coming around. Well Friday he hit me up. At first he wanted to watch me get fucked, but since he didn’t have anyone that wanted to be watched fucking me, he settled for fucking me himself. It was like all the other times, ass play, dildo, gaping, then he slipped in and pounded me until he deposited his seed. I really like feeling the weight of him against me as he pounds. While loosening me up, he said he would cum once then fuck me again, but that didn’t happen. He only came once. Saturday all kinds of dudes were hitting me up on Grindr. Must have been pent-up horniness from the previous week without electricity. Sadly I didn’t have a place to host, until one of my regulars suggested a restroom in an office building. I got there before him, occupied the pre-designated stall, stripped down to my jock, and bent over the toilet. A minute or so, then he entered the stall and he tried entering my hole. The angle wasn’t working, so I climbed up on the toilet seat, crouching down in the corner, so my hole was in the air. He didn’t have a problem with this position; slipped his long thick cock right in. And he fucked, and fucked. I wrapped my arms around the cold steel of the toilet’s plumbing. My head was facing down towards the bowl. It hurt my back, my knees ached on the hard porcelain, but I knew my place, and that was to stay in position until he was done with me. That meant minutes more, maybe 10, while he pummeled my cunt. Even after he came, I stayed on my knees, wrapped around the pipes, ass in the air, until he wiped off and left the stall. Only then did I rise out of position, thankful for the anonymous sperm he had left behind.

What does a faggot do after four miserable days in the cold without heat or electricity are over? Does it celebrate, wait in line for gas, or join the masses scavenging the grocery stores for food? No. It looks for cock. So it was for the Hole. Four days without dick, four days without cum, caused an awful hunger deep inside. Power was restored, internet was restored, I was on all the apps looking for cock - Sniffies, Grindr, Scruff, Growlr, a4a, bbrts, jackd. It was Grindr that came through, which has been so true lately. I saw a semi-regular on there; hadn’t seen him much since the pandemic started. Told him I missed his cock. He came right over. He’s an average guy, with an average build, and an average cock. But from the moment he walks in my door, that cock is the most amazing cock in the world, something I need more than anything else. He likes it that way. I need it so bad I can’t wait until he undresses. I’m on my knees in front of him, groping at his cock, pulling down his pants, shoving his underwear down his legs, gobbling his shaft like a pig that hasn’t eaten in days. It might be an average cock, but when it’s in my mouth, going down my throat, it’s the best cock ever, the perfect dick, and I hunger for it. He lets me suck it as long as I want with my ravenous appetite. He wants in the Hole; the Hole is twitching for that cock. But he knows my mouth is enjoying it. He doesn’t want to pull out, and I don’t want to stop. But he wants in and I want to feel him. It’s a battle between my mouth and my cunt. When you’re ready he says. I’m ready, but it tastes so good, I just don’t want to let go. When you’re ready, up on the bed he says again. Clearly he wants the Hole now. Reluctantly I pull off his dick, mount myself on the bed, Hole in the air, ready for that wet cock. He pushes in, slow and deep. That’s what I’m talking about. I moan. It feels so good. I tell him how great his cock is, how badly I need it, how long I’ve been waiting to feel him, his cock again, how much I need his cum, so much better than anyone else’s. It’s the greatest cock. He delivers his load, satisfying my Hole - for a moment. It’s been four days. I cruise the apps more. Spot another regular on Grindr. He’s a hefty Mexican cub with a copious belly and the cutest curly hair. But of course his best feature is his cock. I’d blown him twice. When you want to feed me again? I ask. Wish I could not but I’m fixing my pipes” Was the reply. Then 20 minutes late, Still want some? It wasn’t but a few minutes before he was laying naked on my bed, just like the other two times, watching porn on his phone while I serviced his beautiful cock, rubbing his thighs and his belly, responding to his moans. Seems lick he liked me concentrating on the head of his dick, so that’s where I spent most of my time. But then he started pushing my head down, all the way, until my nose was buried in his fat, and his cock was almost making me choke. At some point he came, but I didn’t notice. That seems to be happening a lot lately, where guys cum and I don’t know. The taste of cum is pretty distinctive, and I remember most times it would flood my mouth, warm and salty. But lately that just doesn’t happen if they’re delivering their loads orally. More times than not I don’t taste I thing. Maybe they came earlier, or maybe dudes just don’t produce as much sperm as they once did. I don’t know. But that cock sure was good.

What is it about a Glory Hole? They had been banned in Houston at ABSs for a long, long time. Then I found some at a nasty bookstore off of Easter Freeway, but never a very good selection of cock. A few months ago I found three great Glory Holes at a clearer ABS, off of Richmond Avenue. First time there I sucked off six cock in an hour. That was on a weekday afternoon. Then I tried a Sunday; was lucky to get four in two hours. This week I was hitting it on Saturday afternoon. One side of the Glory Hole has the usual video equipment playing porn. On the cocksucker side, the booths are completely dark. The dudes can’t see who is sucking them off; all they see is a dark hole to insert their cocks. I sit in the dark booth, shirtless, nips clamped hard with industrial-strength clamps from Home Depot. They burn. I wait on the bench, looking through the Glory Hole. I see men walking by, just from the waist down. I’m waiting for one to stop. I see jeans walk in, coming towards the Glory Hole, groping himself. Long, wrinkled, wiry fingers unzip his denim, pulling out a flaccid cock in a nest of gray, straggly pubic hair. The cock comes toward me. I take a hit of poppers, slide down to my knees, open my mouth. They tend not to fuck your mouth at this place; it’s your job to coax the cum out. This dude never hardened, but I wasn’t sucking long before my mouth was flooded with warm cum. I resumed my position on the bench, watching the clothed cocks go by, waiting for a second. Thirty minutes later, sweatpants walk in, pulling out a flaccid brown cock. I hit the poppers, sink to my knees, open my mouth. I suck for less than a minute; he pulls out without cumming and tucks his cock back into the sweatpants. Maybe he didn’t like my mouth. Back on the bench. Jeans walk in, with concrete-covered work boots, hand in the zipper, straight to the Glory Hole. I didn’t even see the cock. I took a hit of poppers, sunk to my knees, opened my mouth. It was thick, very thick, long, uncut. It hardened immediately. This was a good cock. I eagerly sucked, under the foreskin, around the head, swallowing down to the balls. He smelled, not of sweat, and not mustiness, but of dirt, ground. He flooded my mouth and retracted his cock. Then he was gone. Another walked in, immediately replacing the thick cock. This cock was thinner, but just as long, and it too was uncut. I smelled the laundry detergent Mexicans typically use. Sucked that cock a few minutes. He came. Right after him, sweatpants walked in, reached inside, and pulled out another flaccid cock, about as fat as the one earlier. Right into my mouth it went. I enjoyed this one too, licking under the foreskin, swallowing to the balls. He also came quickly. I wanted more, longer, but he was done. I spent another thirty minutes at the Glory Hole. Jeans walked in, began pressing buttons on the video machine. I took a hit of poppers, slid from the bench to man the Glory Hole. He groped himself through his jeans. I stared intently at his crotch from the dark side of the Glory Hole. He kept changing channels. I took a hit of poppers. He continued groping himself, changing channels. Then he left. I returned to the bench. I watched and waited another half hour, but no more cock stopped at the Glory Hole. By now I had manned the Glory Hole for four hours. I had to return home. Sundays aren’t that productive here. I need to get here on a weekday again. Four hours then should net me over 20 cock. We will see.

Friday. Another dude hit me up on Grindr, a 20-something. He claimed to be “Super horny,” but he identified as a Vers Bottom in his profile, which made me a bit leery. “What are you looking for?” “Play with your hole and cum in it.” Perfect. This one wasn’t completely anon; I met him at the door. He was tall and lanky. I groped him, my usual greeting. I didn’t feel very much inside those basketball shorts. I stripped off my T-shirt and mounted the bed, on all fours, in my jock strap, giving him access to the Hole. He pulled off those basketball shorts, but he was quick - I didn’t get a glimpse of him cock. He started playing with the Hole, tracing the outside rim with his fingers, then his tongue, then back to his fingers. I yearned for penetration, but he wasn’t going to give it yet, and when he did he used his fingers, barely inserting them. So far he was true to his word, playing with the Hole, making it hungry for his cum. He continued stroking the Hole, slightly poking it, when I felt something push in. It didn’t feel like a cock, and it seemed much bigger than the cock I felt through the basketball shorts, a different shape. It’s texture, it’s feel, it just didn’t seem like a dick. He stretched me with it, pulled out. Apologized for not staying hard. I was like No problem. That Hole is yours. Do what you like. He licked the Hole more, delicately stroked the Hole with his fingers more, still only probing slightly past the rim. Again he penetrated me with something. Maybe it was his cock? Maybe not. Again he pulled out; said he might not cum. I don’t care if you cum. Just enjoy yourself. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to feel him deep. I wanted that cum. But, ultimately, the purpose of the Hole is his pleasure, not mine. He played with the Hole more, entertaining himself. Then he pushed that cock (?) in one more time, deep, in and out. I tried to be as loose as possible, so he didn’t slip out again. And he didn’t. He came. He was pleased with the Hole; he didn’t think he would cum. He dressed, cleaned up, and left. I still didn’t see his cock, but the Hole sure was cummy. That must have been a real cock after all.

Based on a posting buried in this topic, I tried Belvedere Hotel but it seems to be closed for March. The Lexington Hotel was mentioned a few times, but it's way expensive. So I booked the Hampton on 35th. It's not supposed to have key-card elevators, but the front doors require a key-card after midnight. Kind of sucks. I'm not there until March 2-4, so we'll see.

Working from home (the good thing about this pandemic), it was a four-load Tuesday. There was a BBC on Grindr that had fucked me before. I hit him up a few weeks ago, and he basically lectured me about life not being all about sex, he had met someone, he had matured, whatever. So I saw him on Grindr this morning, and hit him up with some trepidation. But it didn’t take very long before he was standing in front of me naked, dreadlocks dangling, cock sliding way down my throat. Then it was up my cunt until he came. Then I spotted a tall, heft, 30-something Pakistani that had fucked me once behind Home Depot. He was pretty eager to come over, too. Said he was in the area with his mother, but she would wait in the car (!). And she did while her son nutted. I sucked his nipples, he pushed me down to his smallish cock, pulled me back up to his nipples almost immediately, had me suck on them for a super-long time, then bent me over, shoved it in, and deposited his load. Number 3, Grindr again, was a tall and hefty, early-20s white dude with the scraggly hair going. As soon as he stripped I tried going down on his cock with my mouth, but he pushed me back on the bed and raised my legs above my head, telling me that he was in charge. Then he pummeled me until he came. The 4th dude was a regular from bbrts. Had to travel to his house, but it was worth it. Roughly fucked my face, then my cunt, cumming deep inside. I always like how he stays inside, holding me down, long after he cums, as if he’s discharging all of his energy into me.

Vintage Park is pretty deep into the exurbs. Most cumdumps stay at the La Quinta Greenway Plaza. You have to specifically ask for one of the rooms with outside doors, otherwise they try putting you in the main building that requires a key card. How much cock you'll get will depend on near-by road construction. Others like the Crowne Plaza Greenway, but that sometimes requires you to show a key, and the Four Points, but lots of people don't know where to park. A few times I've gotten about two dozen loads at the La Quinta Galleria and the Holiday Inn at 610 and I-10. Both have easy free parking.

Most cities - Dallas, Houston, San Antonio, Ft Lauderdale - are good for 6-12 loads. But 24 hours in Sugar Land, Texas netted me 39. Rednecks, BBC, Latinos, Middle Easterners. It was mind blowing. My hole was swollen, bruised and sore.

Since Hotel Pennsylvania is closed, what are some other good choices for hotels with easy access in NYC?