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Scotty By S.M. Hill
The first time I "met" Scotty was through a post on an online cruising site. There was one post that kept popping up. Twelve posts over the course of a few days. All with the same or similar wording. All asking for the same kind of scene. The timestamps and date tags showed that they were obviously recycled ads.
Posted 16 days ago. Posted 14 days ago. Posted 5 days ago. Posted 12 hours ago.
The only difference was the pictures. Each post had one picture. One showed his ass from the side as he was laying in bed. One showed his ass as he was kneeling in the bathroom (the toilet was visible). One showed a headless, shirtless torso of a fit, but skinny guy. His black jeans were hung low on his hips, exposing the V shape at the bottom of his abs. The leather belt was unbuckled, the buttons were undone, and the zipper was down. The waistband and pouch of the jockstrap he was wearing was visible. The last one was a mirror shot of his ass, he was wearing a plain white jock strap. It framed his ass quite nicely.
The ads were all variations on a theme:
"Looking for a hot top.
Looking for now.
I'm looking for a hot top to come fuck me NOW. u bring ur dick and b ready to cum in a tight ass. I'll be ass up face down. Just walk in, fuck me and go. no talking, no chit chat.
I'm into masculine inshape guys. I'm twenty seven yo 5'9 155lbs white masc and ready for a nice dick. All races are good. I host. Can't travel so please don't ask.
Pics are great but at least send your age and stats in the first email. I have pics to trade."
There were some slight differences between the ads, but with the similar wording, the similar scene and the pictures, it was pretty obvious it was the same guy posting. I mean, it wouldn't take a forensic detective to figure it out.
This particular site is pretty notorious for its fake posts, pic collecters and catfishers. So I thought that with this guy posting so much over such a short period of time, odds were high that it was probably fake.
But he had a round firm bubble butt and the anonymous walk-in pump and dump was just my kind of scene. Also, his shamelessness intrigued me and also kind of turned me on. He was posting over and over again, basically the same ad, with basically the same pictures. It's not like he was even trying to hide the fact that he was desperate for dick. He was persistent enough that his clear desperation was shining through and the fact that he didn't care if people knew, even through the anonymous confines of the internet, hinted at the type of dick lover he was. The fact that his posts weren't getting flagged as spam was also an encouraging sign.
So I thought it wouldn't hurt to at least test the waters. I fired off an email making sure to include all the details he asked for. I even sent a picture of my own headless, shirtless torso and, of course, an obligatory picture of my thick seven inch dick.
I wasn't expecting much. With online encounters like this, especially ones done over anonymous email, it's always best to keep your expectations low. I was still betting on him being a fake or some kind of collecter. How many times have I sent out replies, with my pics included, only to never hear a response at all?
About 45 minutes later he replied.
We arranged a time and he sent me his address.
"Just walk in, fuck me, and go," he reiterated.
A couple hours later I was parking my car on the street outside of his house.
My dick was straining aganst my jeans as I walked to the side door he instructed me to use. It was unlocked, like he said it would be. I let myself in.
I entered the house into a hallway. There was no light. It was dark. I heard him call out to me.
"In here."
I followed his voice down a hallway and into a living room. There was a bookshelf on the far wall, and a couch opposite of it.
There, on the couch, was the ass from the pictures. It was wearing that same, plain white jock strap. It was a bubble butt, round and firm with just enough jiggle on it. The face of the man it beloged to was buried in the cushions. He wiggled that ass at me as if to say, "come and get it".
I pulled my shirt off, but I left my pants on. I unzipped my pants and pulled my straining dick and balls out out as I stepped closer. I reached out with my hand and rubbed his ass cheek as I stroked my seven inches with my other hand. I leaned in closer and probed his hole with my tongue. It was sweaty but clean and I could taste the lube he must have used before my arrival. I tongue fucked his hole for a few minutes, loosening him up. I could eat ass for days and if its a nice ass, attached to a firm jock bubble butt I would just crawl up inside and live there if I could.
I heard a mufffled voice with a tinge of desperation.
"Please, just stick it in."
I wasn't quite done with my oral ministrations on his hole, but he did say please. Reluctanctly I pulled my face from between his cheeks and positioned the tip of my cock at the opening of his hole.
He groaned as I entered him. I didn't go balls deep, I just went far enough so that my dickhead was completely engulfed in his warm, wet, silky hole. Then I pulled out.
He wasn't having it. He reached back, grabbed my dick, positioned it, then backed his ass up right onto my dick.
Now I was the one groaning.
He bucked his hips back and forth, side to side. He was laying flat on his stomach, but then he pushed himself up so that he was on his hands and knees. This meant his face was no longer buried in the cushions, but from my vantage point behind him, all I could see was the back of his head as I pounded his hole.
I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him back into me while my own hips were thrusting forward. I was completely inside of him, all seven inches. My jeans were rubbing against his ass cheeks. He turned his head back towards me.
"Fuck me, man. Give me everything you got. I mean, it. Pound the hell outta me."
Well, ok. Ask and you shall receive.
I decided to get mean with it. So I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down into the couch as I pressed my chest onto his back.
I went full stroke on him, pulling my dick all the way out only to slam it all back in on the down stroke. In. Out. In. Out. I would change it up occassionaly. Rabbit strokes, quick and shallow, followed by long, slow strokes that went deep, followed by the quick and deep strokes.
The anonymous bottom bitch beneath me was an incoherent moaning mess.
"Yesssss....gimme that load boy."
It was barely above a whisper.
I fucked him for a good twenty minutes. We were both dripping wet. The room smelled of sex and sweat. The couch was soaked through with sweat and who knows what other bodily fluids.
I shot my load inside of him. I pulled my dick out until just the head was in, and then I just unleashed with a primal roar as my cum loaded up his silky, but by now, well worn out, hole. I pulled my dick out then leaned in closer to admire my work.
His hole was red, puffy, and swollen. Cum was leaking out and down his thighs. I couldn't resist as I buried my face once again between his cheeks and my tongue probed his well fucked hole once again.
I could taste my own cum, of course. His sweat. His own distinctive juices. But as I cleaned up some of the mess I made inside of him, a kinky thought crossed my mind.
I flipped this anonymous cumdump onto his back and for the first time I could clearly see his face. His eyes were closed as he was lost in what I could only imagine was post orgasmic glow. With a mouth full of my own cum, fresh from his own ass, I leaned down to kiss him.
He resisted at first, but didn't put up much of a fight. It got messy and nasty as we swapped spit and cum back and forth. By the time I was finished, his scruffy scraggly beard was wet with some combination of cum, sweat, spit, and ass juice.
"Wow," he purred. "I needed that so bad."
"I know you did, buddy."
That was my first time meeting Scotty. Since then, we've gotten together quite a bit. At least a couple times a month. He went from being a semi-anonymous hookup to being a regular fuckbuddy of mine.
The more we fucked around the better I got to know him. He liked to drink. In fact, he was probably an alcoholic. He preferred whiskey and when he was drunk he liked to get slutty and take loads. He told me he was drunk the first time we fucked. I was surprised, mostly because I don't remember smelling or tasting any booze on him. But the more we got together, the more his drinking habit became obvious.
His face was weathered, but he was still attractive. He looked older than his 33 years (turns out he lied in his post when he said he was 27-go figure). I guess years of hard drinking can prematurely age you. His body was still hot. He was skinny, but athletic. His ass was my favorite feature and the alcohol didn't seem to touch it because it was still round firm and heart shaped and I swear I would climb up and live in there if I could.
He was living with his parents because he was unemployed. He lost his apartment because he couldn't hold a job due to his drinking. His parents, in my opinion, were enabling him. Just letting him live rent and responsibility free. They paid for everything and wanted nothing in return. He had nothing to do all day but drink and cruise online for sex. And because all he did was drink and cruise online for sex, he had nothing else going on for him. It wasn't so much desperation for dick that kept him up and posting dozens of ads. It was boredom.
After a few months of fucking around with him I made him a proposition. I wanted him to come live with me. He could help around the house with chores and cleaning and in exchage he'd could fuck all the guys he wanted as long as he still made his hole available to me whenever I wanted to use it.
It took some convincing but he finally agreed to it, if for no other reason than to get out from under his parents. Sure, he was a grown man living rent free with no responsibilites, but the drawback is that living with your mom and dad makes it hard to get stuffed full of dick whenever you want. You have to schedule your random pump and dumps for when they're not home and even then, you have to worry about them walking in at any time.
So I offered him freedom and dick and a place to live.
He accepted.
The first couple of months were pretty tame. I'd go to work, he'd clean the house. I'd check Craigslist throughout the day, and yeah, he was posting, looking for dicks. I didn't really care, in fact, I kind of liked the fact that he was trolling for dick and hopefully finding some. As long as the house was clean and his chores were taken care of by the time I got home, it was all good to me.
Sometimes I'd fuck him, sometimes I wouldn't. When I wanted to fuck him I would text him and tell him to be ready. Some days I was the only guy he fucked, other days he had an ass full of cum. Sloppy seconds, sloppy thirds, sloppy fourths. I didn't care. I thought it was hot.
One day Scotty told me he had something to show me. It was a video on his computer. Turns out, sometimes he liked to record his fuck sessions.
The video started to play and it showed Scotty in the living room. He was drinking and, I think, just waiting for his latest trick to show up. He wandered over to the window and looked out, then came back towards the camera. He pulled his red shorts down. He wasn't wearing underwear. He bent over and spread his asscheeks for the camera, reavealing his hole, which looked like it had already been stretched open, either by a dick, or a toy or something. After a few seconds he pulled his shorts back up and went back to the window.
There was no sound other than the TV playing in the background. A surge of light filled the room as the front door opens. No words are spoken, Scotty just pulls down his shorts, exposing his ass, then bends over on the couch. A man walks into view. He's wearing a gray hoody, some jeans and a wool hat. I can't make out any features on his face.
He pulls his pants down, exposing his own ass as he approaches Scotty on the couch. The view is somewhat obscured by the positioning of the camera. I can see the back of the man and his exposed ass cheeks from where his pants are around his knees. But I can't see his dick or Scotty's ass. The man's arm is jerking erratically and it seems like he's jerking his dick to get it hard.
This man is taller than Scotty. He's kneeling bent over on the couch so he has to bend down to reach his hole. I can't actually see the penetration or the fucking, but it's clear that's whats happening. The man pumps and fucks Scotty. He doesn't last long. Two minutes and thirty five seconds after walking into the living room and appearing in the camera's view, the man pulls his pants up and leaves.
No words are ever spoken.
Scotty stays on the couch a few moments, his shorts around his knees, his ass exposed on camera. He stands up, pulls his shorts up and walks back to the camera. He squeezes his dick through his shorts, as it's obviously hard. Scotty didn't get off from the two minute fuck.
He takes a shot of whiskey and walks to over to his computer. The last thing the camera sees is Scotty smiling as he leans over to shut it off.
Scotty is sitting next to me rubbing my hardening dick through my jeans as the video ends. I grab him by the back of his head and force his face into my crotch.
"You dirty pig. I bet you didn't even get that guys name did you."
He lets out a moan as he works my dick out of the zipper.
"What a weak fucker too. Lasted barely two minutes. Your hole isn't even that tight after all the guys who've busted it open. He must have been a two pump chump. Yeah, but you're so desperate for dick you took him anyway, didn't you?"
My voice had an edge. I wasn't mean. I was hard. He liked to be degraded. We both got off on his slutiness.
He tried to choke out some words but it's dificult to speak when you've got a hard cock jammed down your throat. So I slapped him and told him to shut up.
By this time I had removed my jeans and my shirt and Scotty was wearing the same red shorts he was in the video. I pulled them off him. His dick was rock hard but that's not the part of him I wanted.
"Turn around and bend over," I told him. "I wanna see what the "marathon man" did to my hole."
The first thing that hit me was the smell. If you've never smelled a freshly fucked asshole, you don't know what you're missing. It smelled of sweat and cum, and his own musty personal fragrance. The anus, was a little puffy. Clearly it had been fucked, but it was starting to tighten up again. I jammed my tongue into it.
I tongue fucked him for just a few seconds before I decided to just go for it. Holes are made for fucking so I pushed my dick up inside of him as he moaned like the bitch he was.
Sometimes when we fuck I take it slow. Sometimes I'm as mean as a convict in a prison cell. I would never call our sessions "romantic" as I didn't have romantic feelings for him. He was a hole, I was a dick (both literally and figuratively speaking). Dicks fuck holes.
This was one of those days where I just wanted to wreck him.
So that's what I did. He just happened to be loosened up by his earlier fuck, but the truth is it wouldn't have mattered. He likes it rough. He likes it to hurt. So when i penetrated him I made sure it was quick and rough. I didn't give him time to relax and accept my length and thickness. I gave it to him all at once, and quite forcefully.
After a few minutes he adjusted and the pain turn to pleasure for him. He was stroking his own throbbing dick (there really is nothing better than a bottom that stays rock hard while you pound him) as I fucked him as hard and rough as he could handle.
His ass drove me wild. He would push it back to meet my thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin. His moans. My grunting. The smell of sweat. The tangy, almost sour flavor of his whiskey soaked skin as I bit down on his neck and marked him.
My balls began to boil and I could feel my climax approaching as I drove home with one final thrust and shot a rocket of cum inside of him. His own dick starting spurting and I collapsed on top of him, my throbbing dick still inside of him.
Moments pass. Maybe hours? I remove myself from him and exam the damage. His hole is red, puffy, swollen. Busted open and leaking my load and possibly the load from earlier. I stick my finger inside of it, wiggle it around for a few seconds, and pull it out. It's coated in slime.
"Here you go," I tell him and stick it in his mouth. "Taste this."
He sucks my finger clean, and then I slap him across the cheek. Hard. It stings my hand and leaves a red mark on his face.
His dick throbs, and I slap him one more time.
He's sprawled out on the floor. He's covered in his own cum. His hole is busted open and leaking loads from at least two guys.
He's as slutty as he's ever been as I lean over and kiss him.