First Dirty Fuck from a Nasty Top

[whthole4u]

First Dirty Fuck from a Nasty Top

I was in Houston for a few weeks doing some work and staying at a motel just off the freeway and south of downtown on the 59 Freeway. There was a video store in a strip mall near the intersection of Bellaire and Hillcrest that had some adult video booths in the back. No glory holes, but the doors locked so had founds lots of action there when I had lived in Houston before.

My first night back in town I had some beer then decided to go see what action there was. It was fairly quiet and not much going on and was about ready to go when I saw this older guy who was in his 40s from what I could tell, who had on jeans, cowboy boots, big buckled belt, cowboy hat, medium cropped beard and mustache, and a thick wad of tobacco under his lip – total country boy redneck look. He was about 6’1 and over 200, so as I liked tops bigger than me, started to follow him around.

He did not seem all that interested in me or anything else going on, so I went back to a booth and watched some movies. I had decided to give up and leave when the door opened and the cowboy guy looked in, looked around the hall, then stepped in my booth and locked the door. He didn’t say anything, just stood there watching the video and started rubbing his crotch. I went over, kneeled in front of him, and started licking his dick through his jeans and soon had a nice wet spot going. He took off his belt, laid it on the bench, opened up his jeans and slid them down. He was not wearing underwear and out popped this big old uncut dick, which was not even fully hard yet. My head was full of the odor of unwashed dick, piss, and sweat, mixed in with the smell of cigarettes and beer that was coming off him. He just kept staring at the video so I rolled the skin back on his dick and started to lick around the head. The head was HUGE! Most guys their head is smaller and their dick tapers and gates fatter closer to the shaft. Not him, it was a big and blunt at the end just as fat as the rest of his dick and I could barely get my mouth around it. When I tried sucking I gagged a little which turned him on as he grabbed my head and started pumping my throat, making me gag even more as he got fully hard, about 9 inches and thick.

Spit was running out of my mouth, my throat hurt as he hit the back with every thrust, eyes were burning and knees sore, so I stood up to catch my breath and wipe my mouth off. He kept watching the video, but turned me around, reached around and unbuttoned my denim shorts, pushed my shorts down and pushed me to bend over. I wiggled the bottle of poppers out of my pocket and started to hit them thinking he was just going to jerk off on my back as that seemed to be all he was doing. But, then I heard him spit, felt of a wad of juice in my ass crack and he slid his fingers up and down my ass then shoved two in my hole. I jumped a little, but pushed back and then realized he meant to fuck and did not think there was anyway I could take that huge head. I stood up to turn around to tell him and he just pushed me back over with his right hand as his left kept working his fingers in my ass, all the while I could feel his hard dick against my hips and right ass cheek.

That went on for a while and I figured that was all he was into. He spit a few more times and I realized it must be tobacco spit as I remembered the wad he had in his mouth. He then yanked his fingers out, pushed me forward a little, lined his dick head up with my ass and started to push – hard. I started to pull away, but he grabbed my hips and kept pushing. My hole could not take his head, it was just too big, but he did not say a word, just kept pushing, so I did a big hit of poppers. Suddenly his head popped through my asshole and fuck – the shock took my breath away! Once it was in he started to fuck balls deep at a steady rhythm and would spit on my ass crack every few strokes until it got nice and wet and started making slopping noises. Being bent over all I could see was his cowboy boots and jeans around his ankle, so I braced myself, hit the poppers, and grunted as he fucked.

He fucked at a steady pace for what seemed like forever and I was getting more and more sore and my legs were cramping. I tried to stand up, but he just stepped forward a few steps pushing me ahead of him so my head was now at the wall right under the video screen. He did not stop fucking and barely made a sound. I was breathing hard trying to take it and thinking I was going to pass out when he started to fucker faster and grabbed the sides of my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he unloaded in my ass. He yanked it out with a plop, turned me around and stuck his dick in my face. I tried to shy away, but he held the side of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I could taste cum, juice, and was afraid there would be a little shit, and started to really gag. He just stuck his cock back in my mouth, worked it around a little, then pulled it out and hauled up his jeans.

“Got a pen?” Those were the first words he had said and I said yeah, reached in my backpack, took out a pen and paper and handed it to him. He wrote the name down of a motel out by the highway just up from where I was staying and a room number and the name Chris. “I’ll be there about 8:00, drive a blue truck, bring some Corona.” He then put his belt back on and walked out of the booth.

I sat in the booth for a while recovering and no one else seemed to be around, still too early I guess, so I wiped off and went back to my motel. I was still debating what to do as my ass was fucking sore, but also aching to be filled, so I went to the store, bought a case of corona and some lime juice and drove to the motel he had written down. I got there about 10 minutes to 8:00 and there were a few cars on that side of the motel, and the only trucks were a couple big trucks they use for roadwork off to the back of the lot. He had said about 8:00, so I sat in the car, opened a beer, and waited. I had just finished my second beer when a blue pick up pulled up beside me. It was pretty beat up, had tool boxes and stuff in the back, and could not tell if he was driving or not as it was so close to my driver’s door. I heard someone get out, then saw him as he walked around the front. He just looked at me, unlocked the door to his room and stepped in leaving the door a little open. I figured that was my invite, so got out, grabbed the beer, went in, and closed the door behind me.

It had been only about 4 hours since the fuck in the video booth, but as soon as the door was closed he grabbed me and started kissing me hard. He reeked of beer and cigarettes and must be drunk I thought. He threw his hat onto the bed closest to the door, sat down, and said “Pull these off.” So I knelt and pulled his cowboy boots off, and worked his jeans off as he laid back on the bed. I tried to take his socks off and he pulled his foot away. Once his jeans were off he stood up, took his shirt off and just had a t-shirt on. He smelled thick of sweat and as there was no air conditioning on in the room, could see him starting to sweat even more.

He turned the TV on, switched to a channel playing porn, grabbed one of the beers and slammed it. He grabbed another and sat on the edge of the other bed. I was still standing by the other bed with his boots and jeans and not sure what to do or what was going on, so grabbed a beer and sat down on the edge of the bed closest to the door. I was nervous and drinking as fast as I could and had to piss, so asked if I could use the bathroom. He pointed to his left, so I went to take a piss. I was just finishing up when the door to the toilet opened and he was there. I was between him and the tub with no where to go so tried to back up. He pushed on my shoulder making me go my knees and stuck his dick in my mouth. I started to lick and he said, “No, hold still.” I had recently experienced my first time with water sports, so had an idea what was coming. He dick lay on my tongue sort of quivering and then I felt the hot piss. Fuck that tasted horrible! I wanted to gag, but kept swallowing as some of it started to spill out the sides of my mouth and down my chin onto my shirt. He pulled out of my mouth, shook it a little, then went back out into the room.

After a couple more beers he stood up between the beds just in front of the nightstand that was between. He set his beer on the nightstand and lit a cigarette, looked at the TV and started stroking his dick, which was getting hard. So I knelt in front of him and started sucking it. Same as before, he did not say anything, just would pick the beer up occasionally with one hand, his cigarette with the other, and watched the TV as I sucked him. I was getting tired and my teeth scraped his dick and I felt him smack my cheek with his right hand, but still he did not say anything. My jaw ached, so I started to lick him – damn he was hard. I finally had to stand up, sat down on the bed, and grabbed my beer to catch my breath. He just stood where he was watching the video with his hard dick sticking out while I slammed a beer.

He spit on his dick a couple times and looked at me, so I stood in front of him, hit the poppers, and bent over. I heard him squirt out some lotion from a bottle that was sitting on the bed stand, felt some squirt on my ass, then felt his cock push against my hole. While it did not go right in, it was easier then the first time, but still made me gasp a little when it popped through. He fucked steady and methodical without saying a word, but he would slap my ass with his right hand every few thrusts, each one getting a little harder. I just grunted and tried to take it. I soon started to feel like I had to piss or shit or something, and tried to stand up. He pushed me back down so I asked if we can stop a second as I thought I had to use the bathroom.

“What do you need to do?” I think I have to shit I told him. “Really? Hmmm – get on your back.” I said what, no, sorry, I can’t, I need to use the….but he pushed me onto my back onto the bed by the door, lifted my legs and slammed his cock in.

“Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” He had my legs pushed back and all his weight thrusting in my ass. I was trying to squirm but he pinned me with his arms on my shoulder and my legs wrapped inside his arms, so I had no leverage. He then leaned all the way over, kissing me hard, then started saying “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” He would kiss me hard for a while, then put his head to the side of mine whispering that over and over. His sweat was dripping into my face, burning my eyes. Every thrust he went balls deeps and with the pain I pretty much kept my eyes closed, but soon I was mumbling “please fuck me, please fuck me.”

I was not used to taking long fucks and the pain started to become unbearable. I then started to smell something – fuck – my ass was messy, what do I do, what can I do, will he be mad? He must smell it too, why isn’t he stopping? I tried pushing against him but was so cramped from him having my legs back by my shoulders and had no leverage could barely move.

I could now feel it running down my ass and the smell was much worse. He just kept thrusting and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy” and kissing me. After a while he started fucking faster with big, long, slamming strokes. His kisses became even rougher with his tongue going down my throat and his spit running out the sides of my mouth. He was pulling all the way out and slamming back in now as he kissed me and I could barely breathe with him on top and the pain. He then tensed and started grunting and moved his arms around my neck pulling him up to his chest while shoving deeper and unloaded. He was breathing hard, but with one movement pushed off me and yanked his cock out with a big squishing sound. I still had my eyes closed, but suddenly felt his hand on my head, he turned it to the side and pushed his cock against my mouth and into my throat. I gagged from the horrible taste and realized he had stuck his shitty dick in my mouth! He was fucking my mouth and I was gagging and trying to pull away and sit up. I finally managed to wiggle off it just as I felt everything coming up and leaned over the bed to the side by the door and puked. Oh fuck! I then rolled back over and he told me, “Sit up.”

I sat up as I wiped my mouth and my eyes, and he said, “Now you cleared out, clean it off good.” He stuck his dick back in my mouth as I could barely lick it still feeling sick from what just happened. He pulled his cock out, grabbed some towels, threw them at me, so I cleaned up the puke and went to the sink to wash off. He came up behind me and said, “No”, he stopped me from washing my ass off, told me to sit back down and drink this, as he handed me a beer and a towel to sit on. I guzzled that one and grabbed another. I had never had a dirty fuck like that and only played when I knew I was clean. I was queasy, but my dick was still hard, so did not know what was going on. He just sat on the other bed drinking his beer and watching the TV. After a few minutes I tried to apologize and said I was sorry and tried to explain that nothing like that had ever happened and he just got up and walked into the bathroom. “Come here.” So I went in and he was standing by the toilet, so I knelt in front of him and took his piss and this time he pulled out before he was done and wet a good part of my shirt and then he want back into the room.

I went and sat back down smelling like his piss, tasting his piss, the smell of his sweat and cigarettes and kisses still filled my nose, feeling my dirty ass. We sat like that for a while so I figured I better go. I got up and grabbed my pants and he said, “No, stay here, I’ll be right back.” He got dressed and left the room. About 5 minutes later he came back, got undressed again, and pulled out a joint. “Guys upstairs had it, they’re part of my road crew working on the freeway project. Smoke with me?” I told him thanks, but no, I didn’t smoke and should go. He said, “No, just drink some more beer, weed makes me horny.” Fuck – if he was not horny before, I did not think I could take any more and felt sick and told him so. He had lit up and just looked at me and smiled and took another hit.

I spent the next several hours alternately drinking his piss, and him pinning me on my back to fuck my shitty ass. Each time as soon as he got inside he started saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy” and kissing me rough and hard. My lips felt raw. Each time it was messier, smellier, and took him longer to cum. By the time we were done I was totally drunk and could barely stand from all the fucking. He told me he was in town for couple months, and wanted my number. I told him I was just in town for a few weeks but gave him my motel info.

A couple days later he called about 6:00 pm and said, “Bring some beer.” When I got into his room he was naked and watching a video and was hard, so I got undressed and just bent over the other bed. He moved around so he was facing the TV, grabbed the lotion and fucked. Hurt like hell as I was still sore and the huge thick head just tore through my hole. He cummed pretty quickly that time. “You got hot pussy for me?” he asked. It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about – or at least what I thought he was talking about – and I asked if he meant dirty? He did not say anything, just rubbed his dick, and I said no, sorry, didn’t think so. I started to get dressed and said, “Call me when you do, and bring the beer.” I told him usually early morning, so he said he would call me as he would be out with the crew. The next morning the phone rang about 5:30 am, it was him asking if I had some hot pussy for him. I said yeah, so he said he would be there in a few minutes, so leave the door ajar to my room and lay on the bed on my back. I was not sure about leaving the door ajar, but was able to unlatch and open just past the catch so it was ajar but not really open and laid back and waited.

Soon the door opened. I heard him get out of his pants, he climbed onto the bed, lifted my legs up, spit in his hand a few times, and pushed his head in. Thankfully I had hit the poppers before he got there and put lube up my ass as every stroke burned. Even this early in the morning he reeked of sweat, cigarettes and beer. He started kissing me and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” I could smell the shit and it was uncomfortable as he fucked and pushed it back in further. Like usual it took him a while to cum and this time when he pulled out I begged please, I don’t like that, can’t lick it. He did not say anything, just got up, got dressed and left. We repeated this routine for the next few weeks. He would call and then come by every morning between 4:00 and 6:00. A few times he would feed me his piss first, but usually just got down to a shitty fuck. I had to go back home to San Antonio, but made it back to Houston for a couple more weekends before he left town. He never talked about himself or said more then he did those first few times, and each time I was disgusted, sick to my stomach, but left hard and my ass aching for his big headed dick to fuck me more.

[copenhagendipper]

Great story...suprised that I didn't find it sooner.

[straycowboy]

Iread this one before, and agree its hot, except I didn't really care for the scat part.

[copenhagendipper]

The scat is a bit over the top, but it is a "nasty" story and that what does it for me. In real time (life), I'm more partial to the gag the fag -face fuck ya till ya puke then fuck ya some more then take your ass with your throat slime.

[straycowboy]

Hey, we need to get together and tag team us a bottom.