Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2005 18:45:10 -0700 (PDT) From: C. McLamb <shabuchwae@yahoo.com> Subject: Southern Workout It can be very lonely traveling on the road, especially when you're always traveling to small towns like I do. Half the time I'm lucky to even be able to connect online, let alone find someone who's not married to hook up with while I'm in town. To make matters worse, I have to travel with other folks from work and room with them. I only get a solo room to myself three weeks of the year. So, my hands tend to be my best bathroom companions. So I have a stint of trips down south. I'm about 30 minutes outside of Tampa, Florida. I figure I'll at least get online. And I do. I then figure I can definitely find some ass, even if I need to get someone from Tampa to drive down here and I pop for a private room from my own pocket. Four hours later I'm still on the computer. Seems like I can't finds anyone in the town I'm in and no one from Tampa is up for the drive. FUCK! And sometimes I just get discouraged, whack off and head to bed. But it has been at least a month since I got some play and I am fiending for something! Getting fucked, fucking, hand job, don't care...I just need human contact! My roommate has been asleep for about 2 hours and he's not waking up any time soon. The dude has slept through me wanking off while he was asleep, forgetting, loudly moaning when I came and never even budged. So I figure, fuck, I'll look up some porn and work myself off. I leave the chat window open just in case and start to polish my knob. I'm about half way to my busting point and I get an IM from some very light-skinned papi. "Wow! Someone in this town who's actually hot!" typed this southern guy. "Yeah. Thanks. Looking for action. Staying at the Inn by the Bay. You close and got a place?" I typed back. Turns out he lived about 20 minutes away. He had no place but was willing to travel to me. And he was a full bottom looking to get used. Sweetness! I don't even care about this guy's pic. I only care about his mouth and ass. He says his body is smooth and he'll take it doggy. So all I have to worry about is the back and top of his head. Now all we need is a place. I call the front desk to get rates for a room. The dude at the front desk tells me they're all booked up! Since he was flirting with me earlier when I checked in, I figured I might get a room out of him with some big flirtation. He likes what I'm giving him over the phone and my promise to stop by later, but he can't cough up a room. As he's asking me when I'll be over, I hang up the phone (I may be a fucking horny bastard, but I wasn't horny enough to bust up in that shit!) I tell the guy there are no rooms and I don't know of many other places around the area. I ask him if he knows of any good places to park around town and I can fuck him in his car. He says he knows some places but he's not going to be very comfortable in a car. Yeah...I can feel him on that. It does get awkward. And he's about to run, and I tell him to hold on. I go around the hotel and search for a place outdoors to fuck. No luck. Then I see the workout room. It's already midnight. No one's working out this time of night in this crappy hotel. So I go inside to scope things out. The room is longer than it is deep. There are no cameras around. All the lights turn out. There are only three apparatuses and one table. No mirrors. I figure I can block the door with the table and do my business on the floor and apparatuses and be good to go. See how fucking horny and desperate I was? I'm running back to my room and hoping my on my laptop. "You still there??!!" I immediately type to him. "Yeah. I'm getting worked up looking at this pic of your cock," he types back. "Good. You're gonna need plenty of spit to suck my cock down. I found a place. It's in the hotel and in private. I'll meet you in front of the pool area and we'll go from there. Cool?!" "Sounds like it could be sketchy man..." "You want this phat cock or not?!" "Yes! I do! I need it, man! You sure it's safe...this place you found?!" "You think I'm going to risk getting caught, especially when I'm here with my workmates??!!!" "Makes sense. Didn't think of it like that. Alright. I'll be there in about 30-45 minutes. Gotta clean up first." I get his cell from him, hop in the shower myself and wait. An hour goes by and he's not there. So I hit him up on his cell. Turns out he's lost. I'm talking to him on the phone. The guy sounds a lot more fem than I usually like my guys to be. But I'm horny and move past this. Then he starts asking me for directions! Like I'm going to know! I try to remember landmarks on the way in. It takes about 20 minutes, but I get him to the hotel. I'm looking around to make sure no one is seeing me around this car and the dude gets out of the car and locks it up. He has a bag with him. Looks like your typical lube, condom, poppers and toys hook up bag. I tell him to follow me. I get to the workout room and key in. I start to go in to the room and then hear him call after me, "Wait up!" I peak my head out of the door and he's about two rooms down from me and he's hobbling along with a brace on his leg. I have to admit, that set me back for a second. "It's cool. Most guys don't know how to deal with it. That's why I don't tell most guys. If you're not cool with it I'll go home. Or you can just think of it as you having an advantage over me and I can't get away if you start fucking me too hard." He got this coy little smile on his face like it was a challenge to me to be man enough to fuck a cripple. So I had to step up to the challenge. "Get your ass in there, gimp!" That set the night off as being hot and playful. Neither one of us was going anywhere soon. Once I got him in and put the table up to block the door, he was all mine. Now, since I'm not some asshole, I didn't want him to think I didn't care about him. He may be a hook up, but I'm sure he's sensitive about his leg. And, from the look of it, this wasn't something he was born with. So I start to talk him up. Turns out he got in a car accident and his leg has been fucked up every since. "I'm in therapy. It helps but not much. Though I do know getting that cock in my hands would help me out a whole hell of a lot!" Seemed like talk was cheap but gimp talk got him going. So I laid down some towels at the end of the bench press machine, took off all my clothes, sat on the edge of the bench, spread my legs and said, "Time to feed, gimp." Soon as he had his brace and clothes off, he went to work. My little gimp knew just the right angle he needed to get my cock all the way down his throat every time he took a dive down to my pubes. I was in heaven. "You like that, don't you? Bet you won't look at a gimp the same way again," said my little faggot with a big grin on his face as he took my cock down to the hilt again. But I had to be the one in charge, right? "Damn right I won't. But I'm wondering why your hands aren't on my nipples. I didn't see a brace on your arms, now did I?!" His hands shot right up to my nips without even taking his eyes, mouth and throat off my cock. He started grabbing and pinching them like they were knobs on a faucet. Shit no! I don't have those cow utter nipples just yet. So some delicate talent was in order. I take my hands, which are far larger than his, and grab his wrists hard. He stops moving his fingers on my nips and looks up in to my eyes. This horny little gimp doesn't even make a sound or let my cock out of his mouth; he's just staring up at me with these big brown eyes and my spit-soaked cock lying in his mouth. I look right down in to those eyes. I was already to be big, bad, butch top man. But not with that look. So I release my hold on his wrists, look back in to those eyes with a grin on my face and say, "They're not radio tuners, gimpy. Pain is not on my agenda tonight." He goes right back to slaving on my cock and changes his nipple work post haste. Next thing I know he has me laying back on the workout bench, moaning, eyes in the back of my head as he is using every muscle in his mouth and tongue to work my cock and finding the right combo of areola and nipple tip to drive me wild! Fucking lucky find with this gimp! I'm about to shoot a huge load down his throat if he doesn't slow down with his "tongue pressure swirl as he's deep throating my cock" move. So I grab his hair ^Ö gently enough to not hurt him but firm enough to control his head ^Ö and pull his face off my crotch. I always get myself right to the edge when getting sucked off then pop my cock in their ass to finish off. This time my timing wasn't so great and his skills were too sharp. Right as the head of my cock escaped his mouth, I ruptured all over his face! My cock muscles were spasming and my cum was shooting out in wavy ribbons and splashing all over his chest and face. I'm breathing heavy while drool and cum are just running down his face, on of his eyes shut to keep the cum out. I'm thinking he's going to get pissed. You don't just give a guy a facial ^Ö let alone inevitably get some cum on his tongue ^Ö without his permission. But he's sitting there on his haunches with a smirk on his face and his cock harder than it had been yet. Looks like he was all for it! I still felt like I should be courteous and apologize. "Sorry, man. I thought I could control myself. Your skills are fierce!" "No need to apologize," said my little gimpy. "I should be thanking you." And with that comment, he looks me dead in the eyes, opens his mouth and goes right back on my cock, cleaning the remaining cum right off! THEN he leans up, sticks his tongue out, licks whatever cum he can off of his own face, and says, "Guess this means I won't be getting fucked tonight..." Needless to say, my cock is right back up with that comment and those actions! I just lean forward, pick him up under his arms so that he's standing, toss him down on the bench face first, and say, "You guessed wrong, gimpy!" I get behind him, put my right arm under his smooth stomach, and use my left hand to push him on his shoulders and bend him over. His face is right near the workout bench. So I bend over, sliding my hand down to his crotch and wrapping my big hands around his cock, put my chest and stomach against his back, bite his ear and whisper, "Climb aboard, baby boy..." He inches forward with his elbows and forearms on the workout bench. He then gets his left leg up on the bench but has some obvious trouble with his left. He's been Mr. Tough Bitch up to now. But I can see his face getting a little red and his breaths coming faster. And I can't have him breathing hard if it's not me making that happen. I had stepped back to watch him get in to position. I love watching a bottom get in to that lovely doggy position. His ass just widens as he wiggles in to place and my cock just gets jumping. But I have the perfect opportunity to make him want me more. So I place my now warm palm on the small of his back saying, "Relax. I got you, baby boy..." And I use my left hand to lift his left leg onto the bench. I arrange his leg so those soft cheeks of his are spread open and I can see that puckering hole with no problem. "Now you stay right there, baby, and I'll make that ass feel real good." My eyes never left his pucker because I knew how to get a reaction. And damn well did I! No sooner did my comment come out then he wiggled his ass while shifting his weight from forearm to forearm and his little pucker closed on itself and released. FUCK, YES, BITCH! GET THAT SHIT READY! My dick is only half hard at this point. So I need to buy some time to get back in the game. And that perfectly smooth bubble ass just has to be mine! So I just dive right on in. Surprises the shit out of me, as I never do that. Surprised him, too, seeing as, the second my tongue hits his whole, that pucker goes dame tight and he gasps. But he's mine and I just push past that pucker with my tongue. I put one hand on each of his ass cheeks, squeeze them, spread them as hard as I can and just go wild. It's like his ass is a juicy steak that I have to cut in to and have all to myself. He is squirming all over this bench and then he starts panting, "My nipples. My nipples!" Don't have to ask me twice! Anything to get you loving my mouth and just getting your man pussy dripping wet for every inch and slam of my meat! I decide to drive him a little crazier. So I start spitting on his asshole and getting that shit dripping wet. He is mine for the taking as his little pucker has spread open and I can now see, feel and taste the pink of his pucker opening up like a bud for me. I move my thumbs in to his hole and start to work them in with my fingers. This boy is gonna be lubed up like no one's business. He is starting to make a fucking hell of a lot of noise. So I take one thumb out, reach my hand to his mouth and cover it, saying, "You want us to get caught in here?! I know this shit is good. You just keep yourself as quiet as you can." This boy must have been taught discipline by his folks because he stopped whimpering, reached down to the floor, grabbed a toy, put it in his mouth, bit down, and kept moaning right in to it. FUCK! That little shit did just what it took to get my soldier back in action. So I give his hole one more long, deep tongue thrust before getting my pants and fishing out a condom. Now, I don't know if I was out of them, forgot them in my hotel room, what. All I know is, there were none in my pants! FUCK! And I know there is no way I can get back in to my room to look for more. My roommate is a sound sleeper, but the second light is turned back on after all the lights go out...BOOM!...he's up, awake and bitching for the light to go out. Then I remember the little bag my sexy cripple brought in. "Baby...you mind if I get a condom out of your bag? I'm out." "You can look...but you won't find any. Doesn't mean you have to change your plans. I'm yours for the taking," was the reply I got back. What??!! "Man, you said you were clean. How are you clean if you're going around letting guys fuck you bareback? I can't stick my cock in you if that's your game." I am pissed the fuck off! I get down on the floor and try to find my drawers. "I can respect that. But, as you probably know, not many guys are breaking down doors to fuck a cripple. And I haven't been with a guy in about three years. And, as I've been tested since then, and you passed the test of being an adamant condom user and not wanting to get with a bareback slut, I leave my offer on the workout bench for you." My mind is reeling and my cock is growing full up again and all I can do is look in his direction. And with that killer comment, he shifted his weight on the workout bench, his pucker flexing and his ass spreading wider. I'm actually considering it! I never do this. I'm Mr. Safe man! I always use condoms...well...unless I'm in a tested monogamous relationship. I've never been in this situation where I was thinking about doing it. I always tell the whores to fuck themselves and I get out, finishing myself off later. But his is all so new. All those whores had already sniffed and sucked down a few bottles of poppers, or reeked of booze and meth. This baby boy wasn't, though. He was the real deal. A pucker that took forever to loosen up. A true cripple. Sweet. Real. Nice. Sexy. A loneliness in his eyes that is true and undeniable. Something clicked in me and I knew I was safe. I was scared shitless I would pop the second I started sliding in to him. But I knew we would both be safe. I put down my clothes and wall over to him slowly. It's time for a change in pace. This man deserves to feel cared for, not simply used as a piece of meat. I rest the head of my cock on the entrance to his hole and bend over to put our bodies together. As my chest and stomach rest on his back and my arms wrap around his bodies, my cock head starts to slide on my saliva, still clinging to his hole, sliding my cock head and nothing more inside of him. He shivers and lets out a sudden burst of faltering air as my fingers brush his nipples and my voice vibrates his ear. "Don't you worry, baby. I'm going to treat you like gold." "Why do the good ones always have to be from out of town?!" he said, a sadness taking over his tone, the muscles in his back tightening. "Shhhhhhh....", I softly implored. "Tonight is not about sadness. It's about living in this moment." Smooth talker I am not. I'm just a guy who knows what it feels like to be deemed undesirable. And I couldn't let this man walk away from here feeling completely used. Even if I was only going to be in town for the night, I'd try and make it a memorable one for him. I kept my hold on him, my deep breaths inflating my stomach and widening my chest ^Ö still against his back ^Ö as my mouth slowly kissed behind his ears, down his neck and all over his back. His back muscles released with every soft touch of my lips, assisted by the soft circular enticement of my fingertips on his erect brownish-pink nipples. His breaths became more and more deep, his head dropping towards the floor, his torso lowering towards the workout bench, shifting his weight to his forearms. His back began to arch as his weight shifted down and forward, inching my cock ^Ö lubricated by minimal amounts of my own saliva ^Ö deeper into his body. His soft moans brought me to a fuller erection, eagerly encouraged by his deep muscle relaxation and the circular grinds of his hips, allowing me deeper in to his person. As my wavy mound of pubic hair brushed against his entrance, we both paused, taking in deep breath and releasing that same breath in tandem, perfectly fitting and filling each other's needs and desires. I kept my body pinned against his. Only the smallest droplets of sweat had begun to seep out of our pores, lubricating our bodies, allowing my own dark nipples pleasure as they rubbed against his smooth back, bringing about my need to gyrate and pleasure my crotch with this man's intensity. There was no doubt in our minds how much we wanted each other. His ass seemed to open up to the perfect enclosure for my cock's width and length, almost seeming to lubricate its self to accept me fully. And my body desired nothing more than the deep, hard, animalistic thrusts needed to concur and destroy, though it knew that great care was needed for this partnering. I slowly brought myself in and out of him, lustily greedy from the full friction feel of my unlubricated cock pulling out of his gripping anus. I would bring my entire shaft out, leaving only the head in, and then push myself back in. Each and every time he squeezed his hole to delay my withdrawal and opened wide for my return. The elite pleasure of these two conjoined movements kept my cock buried deep inside of him for minutes each time until my urge to explode subsided and I could once more work at massaging his passage. As our sweat poured out heavier and heavier, the friction lessened and my penetrations became more fluid and increased in quantity. I was able to increasingly give in to the animalistic urges pulsing through and overtaking my body. I took my hand ^Ö which enveloped his stomach ^Ö away and began to stroke his face slowly, passing the back of my hand over his cheeks and down to his chin. As I groped his chin and turned his head towards me in order to kiss him, I noticed tears running down his face. Worry spread across my face like fire engulfing a towering structure, but he spoke to quell my fears. "Please...don't stop...and don't worry...you're perfect. You couldn't hurt me if you tried. Please...take me as hard and as long as you want. Nothing could make me happier." I kissed him longer and deeper and with more passion than I thought possible for anyone to muster. It was a brilliance that flowed through both of our bodies, causing precum to drizzle from both of our cocks and our pulses to race in perfect rhythm. As I knew the precum would give me the further lubrication I needed to fulfill such an inviting request, I went to work. I pulled myself up from off of his back, keeping my cock buried nice and deep in his ass. I then pulled my cock out until the entire shaft was exposed, head still in, and hawked the largest wad of spit I could muster onto the top of his ass crack. As my spit slide down his crack, I pushed my now-cum-and-spit-coated cock back in to his hole, somehow reaching a new depth. "Give me your hands," I commanded. "I'm kind of using them to hold myself up right now, babe." "Did you or did you not say I could do whatever I want?" "That's what I said." "And do you or do you not like to get used like a piece of cum-drenched meat?!" "That I do...SIR!" "Forget what I told you about keeping quiet or you're going to get more than cum leaking out of you." "Yes, sir..." he squeaked, in a nearly inaudible whisper, as he turned his head to the right, leaned his cheek on the workout bench, redistributed his weight, and brought both his hands behind his back, crossing them to meet right above his ass. "Now spread those cheeks wide open for me." I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass, causing a sucking, slurping sound as my cock exited his ass and hung, hard and full, in mid-air. As I looked at his hole, still gaping open from the width of my cock, a drop of precum spilled from my urethra and fell silently to the floor. He took the butts of his hands and rested them very lightly on the outside of his ass, just past his hips. Then, with a decently audible smack, he slammed the palms of his hands and his fingers onto his ass, landing them about halfway between his hips and his hole. His pucker had almost completely closed on itself, leaving a wet hole glistening from the few rays of street lamp's light that came through the glass-paned door. When he spread his cheeks for me, his hole opened up just a bit ^Ö a temptation beyond imagination. I still wanted to be nice and make sure my boy didn't bleed like some newly fucked prom date. I inched my cock in very slowly, approaching with care and penetrating with reasonable ease. I then started pulling my cock all the way out very slowly, leaving in only the very tip of my cock, and then ramming my cock in all the way as fast and hard as I can. The muscles ripple and tighten on his back as he fights to keep his hole from gripping my cock, knowing that will push him past his limit of pleasurably ass pain during what he knows will be a fuck to lust after for years to come. I repeat this process over and over again until my boy gains control of his whole, tensing when I withdraw and releasing when I plow in. My cock fees like it gets wider with every thrust as I move my eyes back and forth from my boy's ass ^Ö watching my cock raping that hole ^Ö and his back, pushing the nap of it down every time it gets a little too rounded. Once I know his hole is good for the taking, I pulled his hands off his ass ^Ö giving him the cue to brace his weight with his arms and - and I wrap my hands around his hips and stand still. I figure it's time to give my legs and abs a rest and work my arms. We are in a workout room, after all. I pull his ass back on to my cock, ramming him with the strength of my arms back on to my crotch, making sure my pubes are smashing in to his hairless hole. I built up to a solid rhythm, but nothing near what I wanted. I needed my hips to get us all the way. I whipped my hands one at a time from his hips to his shoulders, ready to wail on this boy until he broke apart or I exploded; I really didn't care which happened first. "Relax and trust me if you don't want to get hurt," was all I could say before I started pounding warp speed on this boys ass. I was panting, my sweat dropping down on his back and he was moaning and groaning and near yelling from the pressure of my cock repeated filling his ass and slamming that prostate. We had to be some of the noisiest bitches in the town, with neither one of us remembering where we were or the environment we had to uphold. All that matters was a most brilliant fuck. Even if he had asked me to stop, his words would have fallen on deaf ears. I was a fucking animal! Pounding him with no regard to anything but myself, although knowing deep down he loved every fucking moment. I remember the feeling of my balls slapping back and forth, hitting my thighs, his ass, everywhere. But, in one hard thrust deep into my boy, my balls tightened up and held fast to crotch. I didn't even feel precum drip. My crotch went right in to shooting mode. "I gotta pull out before I spray your ways, baby." "NO! Cum inside of me. Please! I need you to breed me!" I didn't even have time to ask him the courteous, "Are you sure?!" All I could do was speed up my thrusting ^Ö which I already thought to be impossible ^Ö and spray into his cavity. As I sprayed my first of six huge blasts of man juice, I dropped my chest to his back, and wrapped my arms all the way around his body. This was as much to make sure he wasn't going anywhere until I was fully unloaded as it was to make sure I didn't fall over in sheer ecstasy. My body was convulsing and shivering with every blast I sent in to my boy. And he was squirming and raging beneath me, his hole going crazy, spasming around my cock, causing my blasts to be frequent and high in intensity. He's screaming, "Oh, Lord! Yes! Good God! Yes! Don't stop!" He's shooting wads of cum on the workout bench without even touching himself, and we're both praying this moment lasts as long as humanly possible. We are both in the middle of what must have been three simultaneous orgasms, when, with my cheek pressed against my boy's sweaty back, I see the light of a flashlight coming down the outside hallway toward the workout room! FUCK! I knew we had been making way too much noise but it was so late I didn't think we'd get discovered. My baby boy was in too much ecstasy to realize we were being interrupted, but I knew it had to be the guy at he front desk. I also knew, sure as shit, after turning down his advances earlier, my ass would be in jail for this for sure. Without any thought, I tightened my hold on my boy with my right arm, covered his mouth tightly with my left arm and picked him up off the bench. I'm sure his eyes were as wide as his hole. But I knew he saw someone coming in as I felt all his muscles, included his sphincter, tense when he saw the door. I turned my head around and walked backward, making sure not to make a sound or to run in to a wall or ay other equipment. I had been surveying the room before just to make sure no people or cameras were around, and had noticed that one area had no light seep in to it from outside. I bee-lined for that corner, in hopes that his white skin would not catch any light from the door being open. To this day I don't know why he didn't turn on the lights. But he just took his flashlight and shone it around the door area. My muscles relaxed a bit as I figured we were in the clear...when our lovely motel clerk's flashlight took a shine to my boy's shirt, which one of us must have thrown by the door in our lust. At that exact moment both of us tensed in added fright, causing my still hard cock to fall out of my boy's ass. The feeling of your cock sliding out of an ass after you've shot and the feeling you get when a top pulls out of you after you've come are two of the most intense feelings on the planet, at least for this man. As soon as I felt the air-conditioned air blow against my wet cock, my hand instinctively tightened over my boy's mouth and I buried my own face deep into his back to muffle every sound resulting from the intense shivers going throughout my entire body, nearly causing my knees to buckle underneath of me. As we were stifled our breathing, the clerk bent over to pick it up, flipped it around in his hands a few times as he stood up and then started mumbling about how unappreciative the fucking guests are, never thinking about how someone has to pick up after their shit...bleh...bleh...bleh...and he turned around, mumbling to himself, slammed the door shut, and stormed off. I held my boy tight against me for as long as I could until his weight was too much for my arms to hold in the midst of such drama. I let him go gently, almost forgetting about his bum leg. He held on to me, keeping his arms around my neck. He turned around and we looked into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, though soundlessly. "Story for the grandkids, huh?!", said my coy, spent, little boy. "Yeah!" I exclaimed, still not quite sure what had just happened. "I guess we better get dressed and get the hell out of here, huh?" I suggested. "But, sir, you're still all messy. May I have the pleasure, though I am not worthy, of cleaning you, sir?" He bowed his head and crossed his arms at the wrists, cupping his hands around his now shrunken erection. I could be a harsh son-of-a-bitch, but who was I to deny a boy his simple pleasures? derrick jones