I Ended My Sexual Bender by F*cking Four Very Different People in Completely Different Ways (Part II)
The climax to my final evening at the Gaythering!
This is part II of my final evening at the Gaythering. Read part I here.
Original illustration by Roy (@theslagroom)
2:30 am: Blond-Haired Twink
My Italian Daddy and I were at Twist, but I kept losing him. To be honest, he wasn’t the going-out-and-dancing type. When I received a text from him saying he had a great night but was heading home, I thought, you know what? I should do that, too.
But… I wasn’t going to go home alone.
After all, I was surrounded by beautiful men at Twist (and earlier, Nathan’s Bar), and I didn’t cum (a second time), so I was ready to cum again.
Luckily, a bleach blond, brown-eyed twink wearing running shorts shouted, “Boyslut?!” I responded, “ Yes! How are you?”
Apparently, we met the last and only other time I was in Miami, back in 2018. Back then, he was a bartender at Twist, and we exchanged Instagrams. He’d been following me ever since.
Now this twink just oozed bottom. It was like “Raw Dog Me” was tattooed on his forehead, but in an adorable, cute way (if that’s a thing). Within seconds of talking, we were making out. I was feeling him up underneath his running shorts. He had a perky booty—smooth with jiggle.
“Do you wanna go fuck?” I asked.
“Oh, absolutely,” he said. He turned to his friends, “I’m going to go fuck the Boyslut!”
His gaggle responded, “Yes, bitch, he’s fine as fuck.”
I walked (as he skipped) back to the Gaythering. Within seconds, he was on all fours, and I was pigging out on his hairless booty. He tasted like cotton candy. I don’t even know how that was possible, but I feel like twinks often taste like Skittles. (It makes sense, considering I’m tasting the rainbow.)
I reached my hand around and grabbed his junk over his jockstrap. He was definitely on the smaller side, and it turned me on knowing how much bigger my cock was compared to his. (I’m a basic man at times—let me live!)
When I inserted a finger into his kaleidoscopic asshole, I was shocked by how tight my little man’s hole was. I grabbed more lube and pressed down, up, and to the sides—the “clock method” used to relax and open up a hole—but it wasn’t working.
“Breathe,” I said. His stomach rose and fell. “Ready to get fucked?” I asked, genuinely unsure of his response.
“Fuck yes!” he replied.
I applied some silicone lube to my cock and inserted my head. “Fuck, pull out!” he cried. I quickly pulled out and applied more lube. “Do you want to start by riding me?” I asked, which, in hindsight, I should have asked from the get-go.
He squatted over my filled dick and pulled his cheeks aside. “Poppers?” I asked. He nodded, and I grabbed some from the nightstand, unscrewed the cap, and fed them to him.
His inhale was deep and purposeful. On his exhale, his whole body relaxed, including his hole.
“There it is,” I said, as he slowly pushed down, further and further on my dick, until I was completely inside of him. “Deep breath,” I said. He did.
I didn’t move as he got adjusted to my thickness. I just lay there, looking into his hazel eyes—more amber than brown—more cat than human.
He raised up to my head and sat back down.
“Fuckkkk,” I said. “Baby, you feel incredible.” The pressure of his hole was almost too much—almost. (I have been in holes so tight that my dick ends up bruised the next day. His was not that.) I wanted to plow, just fucking go for it, but I knew I had to wait patiently as his gorilla bussy teased my member.
He slowly slid up and down my cock, edging me, though not on purpose. When he started to speed up, I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I flipped him around so he was on his back.
“Hi, baby,” I said as I weaseled my cock into his behind. I held his hands down above his head and slowly, tenderly kissed his neck, up to his jawbone, and then landed on his plump lips. With each thrust, he would slightly grimace.
“Does this feel okay?”
“You feel incredible. You’re just so thick.”
I kept my thrusts slow and steady, each time, resting deep in his asshole before slowly pulling out.
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