The Finisher

I have previously written about one particular trip to Ft. Lauderdale where I spent an entire weekend giving up my hole to anyone and everyone.  You can read about some of my encounters over this wild weekend here.  This is going to be about the last guy that fucked me the first night I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale.  I think of him as The Finisher

When I first got online and set up at the Days Inn in Ft. Lauderdale I received a message on BBRT from a guy who was only interested in connecting with me after I was done for the night.  He wanted to be the last guy to fuck me.  It was early on a Friday afternoon when I arrived and before I had even met with the first guy he had sent me the message.  I was honest with him and told him that more than likely it could be very late, possibly around 2:00 to 3:00 when I finished.  He told that it didn't matter how late it was but that when I felt like I had had enough he wanted to come over and play.  His profile didn't particularly stand out from the others.  Per his profile was 39, 5'8", and weighed 150-159 lbs.  He only had one picture in his profile which was of him with his shirt on, standing outside, and wearing a  baseball cap.  He didn't have any cock pics.  He just had the one picture that could easily have been his Facebook profile picture.  His profile heading was simple and to the point: Top Looking for Bare Ass.  He listed his cock as large.  That was it.

As he was sending me his message and I was corresponding back I already was getting my first fuck lined up which turned out to be a pretty rough Latino guy.  At the time I was intrigued but I honestly wasn't paying that much attention to a guy who probably would be nowhere to be found when I was done for the evening.  I told him that I would let him know when I was done and then I quickly forgot about him knowing that the first guy was going to be coming over.  I then set about getting as much cock as possible and as luck would have it I found quite a few that night.  I had several very intense hookups that I have written about, but I also had some quick drive by cum-n-dumps that lasted no more than 10 minutes.  I liked all of it and my hole was getting used and abused in a way that far exceeded my expectations.

It was around 2:00 AM when a guy who I had met on a previous trip left the motel room after fucking me.  I have not written about that encounter yet but in a nutshell he was a tall and large, chubby black guy who I had met on my previous trip and who enjoyed nothing more than truly wrecking a hole.  He had a big cock and he made it clear that he enjoyed seeing guys squirm, moan, and in general pushing guys to their limit and if possible beyond.  What made the encounter with him that evening more memorable was that I did not make the connection that I already knew him until he had come to the room.  When I opened the door and saw this huge guy who had previously fucked me I had a brief moment where I thought, "Oh shit… it's that rough guy."  I quickly pushed that thought aside though and for the next hour he proceeded to use my hole in such a rough way that I at times came very, very close to just begging him to stop.  Needless to say,  when he finally came and he rolled off me I knew that my ass was done for the evening.  I had been fucked by a lot of guys that evening and this black guy from my past just tore up my hole big time.  I was done… exceedingly happy, but done.

The black dude left and my whole body was aching, not just my hole.  I looked at the small motel room and it was a mess.  Both beds were ruffled up as I had been fucked on both.  There were towels thrown on the floor where guys had either taken a shower and left them or simply used them to wipe off the lube and cum from their cocks.  I realized that there were not even any clean towels left which made me laugh a little thinking that it had indeed been a good night when you use up all of the clean towels in one night.  My bottle of lube was tossed casually on the bed with the lid not closed (why do most tops not close the lube top!).  There was also a smell to the room that was not there previously.  The room earlier had smelled just a little damp and dungy as many cheap motels do in very humid climates.  But now there was the addition of something that I couldn't quite describe, but was clearly associated with all of the fucking that had taken place.  There was the smell of sweat, a slight smell of cologne that the last guy had been wearing, but there was another smell that was something that you couldn't bottle or easily reproduce.  It was the smell of sex… and lots of it. 

I looked across the room to where the sink and countertop were and I could see myself in the mirror.  I couldn't help but stare at myself while at the same time thinking through all of the guys that had come over that evening and had used me for nothing more than a hole to fuck.  I had not taken a shower and I could smell cock all over me.  I didn't even need to bring my fingers to my face but could smell the cocks that had been shoved down my throat and slapped across my face.  The skin on my face was slightly tightened from the pre-cum and spit that had been spread across it.  I turned sideways and saw that my ass cheeks were slightly red from the hard slaps and a little spanking that a couple of the guys had taken out on it when they were fucking me.  I keep my hair cut short but even as short as it was I could see how it was pressed down to my skull in places where something had mixed with it and it hardened to my skull.  Although it may sound weird I couldn't help but run my fingers across my body, feeling my chest, my cock, and my ass. I was exploring myself and feeling for the spots where I could feel the cum, spit, and sweat that had landed and dried.  As I brought my hands up to my face and breathed I realized I had cock breath: a mixture of cum, sweat, and musky balls.  I looked closer at the face staring back at me, directly into those eyes and spoke to myself.

"You are so fucking nasty."

I reached back with my right hand and felt my wet hole which was still gaping from the black cock that had just practically raped it.  I shoved two fingers in and brought them to my mouth and started licking them, never taking my eyes off myself as I did so.  I continued to talk to myself.

"I fucking love this."

"You are a fucking dirty whore."

I do not take any drugs but if anyone were to be watching they would have thought I was high as a kite as I moved my hips and my body and continued to run my hands over myself, stopping frequently to feel my hole and relish the feeling of knowing that it was truly used and I had allowed so many guys to just fuck me, use me, and cum in my body… in my hole.  I was in this sexual trance for only about 30 seconds but I was completely lost in my thoughts of how nasty I had become.  

I eventually snapped out of watching myself in the mirror and the practical side of me slowly came to the surface and I thought to myself, "I need a shower."  I literally shook my head back and forth as if to get the depraved thoughts out of my head. I took a few deep breaths and found myself staring at the desk, at my computer, and at the screen saver that was glowing across the screen.  I had used that computer all night to line up guys, one after the other, to come over and use me like the fucking piece of cum trash that I am.  That computer was the key to hooking up with so many men who would use my hole and it was time to turn it off for the night.  I hit the return key and the computer came out of it's sleep. Firefox, with all of it's separate tabs were now staring at me and as I began to move the mouse to shut it down I noticed that several of the tabs were blinking.  I had messages.

I hesitated for a few seconds as I debated with myself whether I should just shut off the computer.  I already had an evening that would go down in my own personal record books as one of the hottest nights ever.  I was tired and I knew for certain that my ass was literally used to the point where it was puffy and swollen from the various poundings it had taken.  The big black fucker who had just left had fucked me to the point where my hole was screaming for him to stop.  He had gone far past just gaping my hole and had gotten it to the point where with each thrust it literally felt as if my ass was getting beaten up and bruised.  The first fuck of the night (a rough Latino dude) had been particularly rough and I had worried that he may have ruined my hole for the evening.  As I stood there I knew that my hole was as used up as it had ever been.  But those message lights on the tabs were blinking… and I couldn't help myself.  I sat down and opened them up.

I checked the various sites: Manhunt, Asspig, Dudesnude, my own e-mail from the Craigslist ad I had posted.  I had several message but nothing caught my attention.  Most of the messages were from guys who I could see were no longer online.  Some of the guys who were still online had sent messages with the standard, "What's up?" or something similar.  No one had sent me anything that was direct and to the point.  I love it when guys send me a message where they don't fuck around and get to the point.  I was tired and I didn't have the energy to go through the back and forth routine.  The last site I checked was BBRT and amongst the messages was one from the guy who I had first chatted with in the evening.  He was the guy who wanted to fuck but only when I was done for the night.  I was disappointed when I saw that he didn't appear to be online but out of all the guys who had sent me messages I felt like I had to at least send him a response and keep my promise.  So I sent him just a quick note telling him that the last guy had just left and I was done for the night.  I told him that it looked like he was off line but maybe we could meet another time.  He had been pleasant enough when he had written to me and told me what he was into.  I felt that at least getting back to him, albeit very late at night, was the right thing to do.  I look back now and wonder why I didn't just shut off the computer and I think the answer is that part of me was hoping that the night wasn't going to be over, even though my body and my brain clearly felt like they had had enough.  The subconscious can be tricky that way and I got up and left the computer on knowing it would go back into sleep mode soon enough.

I then got up from the desk and started to pick up the towels, looking for one that wasn't too dirty that I could use to dry off when I got out of the shower.  I found one that appeared to only be wet and took the rest and threw them under the sink. As slutty as I was I still didn't want the maid to see tossed towels throughout the room and know that someone had been having a good time the night before.  On a whim I glanced over at the desk and even from 20 feet away I could see the tab blinking once again indicating I had a message.  I took the towel that I had figured was the cleanest and wrapped it around my waist and went back over to the computer and clicked the tab for BBRT.  The email page was already opened and sure enough I saw that my little buddy who had wanted to fuck me when I was finished for the night had send me a reply.  I'm not sure if he had logged back in by chance, or if he had some other way of knowing he had received an email, but I didn't care.  I opened it and he had written that he was ready to come over if I was open for more company. 

If it had been earlier in the night I wouldn't even have hesitated but what was left of my common sense was screaming for me to just call it a night.  I found my mind giving me excuses to tell him no, not tonight, I was tired, maybe tomorrow, etc.  Even as I thought this I found myself reaching for the mouse, hovering over the reply button, clicking it and telling him that, "Yeah, come on over" and then giving him the room number.  I just sat there motionless after I hit the send button and was thinking to myself, "Why are you doing this?  Enough is enough already."  But I had already send him the response to come over and now I had to wait and see if he was going to come through on his side.  I didn't have to wait long as he said he was heading out and he would be there in 10 minutes.  I noticed that shortly after I closed the e-mail that I once again saw his screen name display that he was no longer on line.  He was definitely heading out and had already logged off his computer. 

"Well," I thought to myself. "It's too late now."  I knew that even with my hole way past the point of where it should continue to take cock that I would at least be having one more shoved up there.  I remember laughing a little to myself, thinking that maybe I was going a little crazy, but once again I just shook it off and told myself that I needed to just continue to give up my hole and that who was I kidding anyway?  I was a cum slut and now that I was getting plenty why would I want to turn down cock now.  I could sleep in, so fuck it.

I hoped he would show up soon though and wouldn't be one of those guys where when they say 10 minutes it really means 20, 30, or whenever the hell they feel like showing up.  It was too late though and so just to keep busy I made up both beds so it wasn't so obvious that I had been fucking on both.  I doubted he would care but there was still part of me that hated to see a mess. 

Thankfully it was just about 10 minutes and through the thin walls and being on the second floor I could hear a call pull up, park, and then heard the door shut.  The motel was older and the entrance was from the outside so I knew the guy was just moments away from knocking on my door.  I had kept the towel on and hadn't showered and I doubted the guy would care.  I felt the footsteps as he walked along the balcony and then heard the light tapping as he knocked on my door.

I opened the door and it was the guy in the pic.  He was a regular guy, my height, but he wasn't wearing a hat and I could see that his hairline had receded quite a bit.  He wasn't completely bald on top, but he was close.  His looks didn't matter though as I would have let pretty much any guy in with a cock.  He came in and immediately I was at ease with him mostly because I could tell he was comfortable with me.  I'm used to guys who are nervous or who are a little weird about hooking up anonymously but this guy had been there, done that, and I knew he was cool with me standing there in my towel ready for him to use me however he wanted.

We chatted for a little bit as he asked me how many guys had come over, how many loads had I taken, and was my hole open.  I told him and then he asked me if I was ready for his cock.  I told him yeah and without hesitating I took off my towel, dropped to my knees and started to undo his pants and pull out his cock.  As I worked on his pants he pulled his shirt off.  I noticed he had an average body at best and had a little bit of a gut on him.  He was no gym rat; that was for certain, but he was all man and as I got his zipper down and yanked his jeans and underwear down at the same time I saw that he was already getting hard.  His cock at first glance was nothing that jumped out at me, no pun intended.  In it's current half-hard state I knew it was at least an average cock and I briefly thought that the 'large' description he had in his profile may have been a bit misleading.  I didn't mind though as it was still a cock that was inches from my face, my mouth, and I didn't even stop to be disappointed as I reached up with my mouth and engulfed it.

I didn't use my hands but instead just used the muscles of my neck to move back and forth on his cock.  The dude was a little verbal as he told me to suck it and get it hard.  I could tell that he wasn't going to be a total dom top but he had enough presence about him to make it known who was going to be the top who would fuck me and I was going to be his slutty bottom.  We didn't need to say these things, it was just a vibe that was as clear as day. 

As I sucked him I noticed that his cock continued to get thicker and thicker.  His length remained about the same, not quite 6 inches, but the thickness went from half-hard, to semi-hard, and then when it was fully hard the size queen bell in my head started to ring loud and clear.  I had found a dude who if you saw him on the street you wouldn't think twice, but damn if he didn't have a super thick piece of meat that was now in my mouth with my lips stretched to their limits.  I wanted to feel it with my hand and when I wrapped my fingers around it my heartbeat picked up the pace and I knew I was with the very, very small percentage of guys where my fingers and thumb would not touch.  I truly love regular cocks, and even smaller cocks… fuck I love all cocks, but even after being with hundreds of guys I never get used to that initial feeling when I realize that I'm with a guy who has a monster cock.  This guy fell into that unique group where they didn't have the length but they more than made up for it with the thickness.  I've been with some guys where the base of their cock is the thickest and every once in a while I'll find a guy where I can't wrap my fingers completely around it.  But this guy had the thickness from the tip of his cock to the base, where the base was even a little bit thicker.  There are guys who love to point out that they have a really big mushroom head, which is fine.  However there are guys out there where the head of their cock just merges with the rest of their cock and there is very little tapering at the head, and zero shrinking as you get past the head.  He was one of these guys.  I've heard guys describe what they call 'beer can' cocks and I've been with a few.  In reality there are few guys that really are as thick as a beer can but damn if they aren't close and this was one of those guys.

I was excited but at the same time I immediately knew that this fucker was going to ruin my hole more than it already was.  I was sucking the guy as best I could but the thickness  made it less about sucking and more about me just trying to keep my jaw open wide enough so my teeth wouldn't rub against his cock.  Thankfully the guy wasn't all that interested in me giving him a long blow job as I knew that keeping my mouth open so wide would tire me out pretty quick.  I can suck cock and even get throat fucked pretty rough but my jaw muscles get tired pretty quick when I'm presented with a really thick cock.

My late night buddy told me to get on the bed and on my back.  Most guys prefer to start off with me on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees with my ass in the air.  This guy wanted me on my back which was fine by me.  I climbed on the bed and the guy took off his shoes and pulled his pants completely off.  He left his socks on as he climbed up on the bed, grabbed one of the pillows and told me to lift my legs.  I pulled them back and he doubled the pillow over in half and shoved it under my hips.  The result was that when I relaxed back down, keeping my knees pulled back, that my hole was now a good 12" off the bed. 

He didn't waste any time getting in position in front of me and between my legs.  In this position I could see myself pulling my legs back and seeing this dude naked with his thick cock jumping out in front of him.  I loved how it made me feel knowing I was presenting myself to him to get fucked.  From his view he saw a cum dump who had admitted getting fucked by a lot of guys who was now propped up on a pillow, hole and ass up, with his knees pulled back close to his chest.   Even though I couldn't see it I knew that my hole looked wrecked.  I had felt it earlier and I knew that the lips of my ass were puffy and I was certain that they looked purple having checked myself out in the mirror on many occasions after getting a hard fuck.  This dude no doubt saw a very used hole as he grabbed the lube and squirted a little directly into my hole.  Without hesitating he then took two of his fingers and jammed them in my hole. 

I felt the soreness of my hole but I have to admit that I didn't feel any stretch as he jammed his two fingers in.  My hole had long ago given up resisting anything that was being pushed into it and until my hole had a night off I was sure it would give in easily to any objects, fingers or otherwise.  He pushed his fingers in and out a few times before finally leaving them deep inside.  He then began to stir his fingers into my hole, pushing his fingers in circles while pressing on the sides of my hole.  Normally if I had not been fucked he would not have been able to 'stir' my hole like that but feeling how easy he was able to move his fingers in circles around my hole I knew that I was indeed as open as I had ever been.  After stirring his fingers in my ass for a few seconds he then easily pushed in a third finger.  I did feel some stretching when the third finger went in but still I didn't feel any pain from the stretching but instead just an overall soreness from a hole that had been used for hours.  With three fingers in I wondered if he would go for four and as soon as I had that thought sure enough I felt him squeeze his pinky finger in my hole as well. 

He had squirted a little lube on my hole before he started to finger fuck me and as I looked up at him he took his other hand and used it to scoop some of the lube that was dripping down my crack and toward my backbone and then started to coat his knuckles with the lube.  Although I didn't panic I immediately began to wonder how wide he was looking to stretch my hole.  With four fingers now in me I was feeling the stretch and the throbbing soreness continued, but with him coating his knuckles I wondered if he was looking to fist my ass.  Getting fisted hadn't occurred to me earlier as most guys who are into fisting usually tell you upfront that is what they are looking for and they don't try to 'sneak' in a fist.  I have been fisted but I was no expert, far from it.  As much as I wanted to give my hole up for cock I did set a different standard for guys who wanted to fist.  I know there are guys who can take a fist just as easy as taking a cock but I was not one of them.  I wish I was, honestly, but I wasn't and I knew that if I were to get fisted it had to be with someone who I knew I could trust more than a guy who had just walked into my motel room just minutes earlier.

It turned out I didn't need to worry though as he didn't try to push any further and I got the impression that he wasn't really interested in fisting me but instead was just enjoying playing with my very open and used hole.  I knew for certain he wasn't looking to fist me when he suddenly pulled out his fingers and within just a few seconds he had scooted closer to my ass and with one thrust he pushed his cock all the way into my ass balls deep.  Even with the stretching he had done with his fingers I couldn't help but grunt as his cock was shoved in.  If I had not been warmed up already by cocks pounding my hole all night I would have probably screamed in pain, but instead I just pulled my legs back even further to my chest, trying to open up my hole even further for him to use. 

As he started to fuck me he told me that he could tell that my ass had been fucked and used up.  I had no doubt that because of the thickness of his cock that he knew a loose and used hole when he found one and he certainly had found one in me.  I know there are guys out there who want that tight hole but I've met just as many guys, if not more, that want to fuck an open, sloppy, cum filled hole and I knew immediate after he stuck his cock in me and started to pound away that he was getting off on how open and used my hole was. 

He would occasionally pull his cock all the way out and once again start to play with my hole with his fingers.  He asked me to try and push any cum out of my ass and although I couldn't see it I could hear my ass make those familiar bubble sounds and it started to erupt and push out the cum that the previous cocks had been depositing in me all night long.  Contrary to what most guys fantasize about it is practically impossible to keep several loads of cum up your hole.  At best you will have a cummy hole that is lubed up and there are several squirts of cum that you can produce for the next guy.  When loaded up already and I start to get fucked by the next guy the cum generally will start to immediately coat the new cock and if the guy fucks long enough the cum finds a way to leak out.  So as I pushed out with my hole and I heard my hole making the bubbling noises as something was being pushed out I was pretty sure that it was the black dude's cum for the most part.  Because I couldn't see my hole I didn't know how much was coming out but my late night buddy was totally getting off on it, exclaiming, "Fuck yeah" as I continued to push. 

I looked up at the guy and his eyes were transfixed on my hole as he fucked and fingered my hole.  He soon began pulling all the way out and shoving his cock all the way back in with each thrust.  As he did this I knew that my hole was probably as fully open as it had ever been.  The thickness of his cock was nothing to sneeze at but still he was able to pop it in with ease each time he pushed forward.  I felt it each time as well and the soreness of my hole was real, but I not only liked how it hurt I wanted it to hurt even more so as he pushed in I would try to close my hole as much as possible as he pushed forward.  My hole really didn't stand a chance to stop his cock but it did making the 'popping' sensation so much more intense as I tried to keep my hole shut only to have it split open as his cock punched it's way in.  I was grunting uncontrollably as he continued to piston fuck my hole - all the way in and out with each thrust and even as tired as I was and as sore as my hole was I still was in complete heaven knowing that this is what whoring out one's hole is all about.

My buddy wasn't interested in moving me into a ton of different positions but instead stayed right between my legs, with the pillow under my hole, and continued to ruin my hole.  He started asking me if I wanted his load and I not only told him yes, but I started begging for his cum.  Here was a guy who liked nothing more than a sloppy and used hole and I was giving it to him.  I begged him to fucking dump his load in my ass and told him how much of a cum whore I was.  I can't even remember everything that I told him but as I begged  him to use me he picked up his pace and I knew he was going to blow his load very soon.  Sure enough he yelled that he was cuming and once again he slammed his cock into my open hole and just held it there.  I could slightly feel his cock twitch which amazed me because my hole was now almost numb from being fucked by such a big and thick cock.  My buddy was sweating and I could feel some of the sweat making it's way into my hole which always brings about a slight stinging sensation.  I didn't mind and I got off knowing that his sweat was mixing with the load of cum that he was now depositing in me. 

I kept my knees pulled up close to my chest knowing that until he was ready and pulled out I had to keep my hole in position for his cock.  I didn't have to wait very long as he came down from his orgasm and popped his cock out of my hole.  When he pulled out I didn't feel my hole close at all.  When I fuck around and I get fucked by one guy my hole usually clamps shut when the cock is pulled out, even after a good long fuck, but due to the many cocks that had already fucked me and the thickness of this guy's cock my hole had clearly given up and just stayed open as he scooted back on the bed and my legs finally came back down onto the bed.  I quickly rolled over on my stomach and just laid there as I watched my new buddy get off the bed and stand there for a few seconds, covered in sweat and his cock still hard and shining with his cum.  I noticed that there was a large wet spot on the pillow that he had put under my hips.  No doubt cum had dripped out of my hole and soaked into the pillow.  It wasn't a small spot of wetness either and although he had used some lube at the beginning I knew that what was on the pillow was not lube but the cum that he had pumped out of my hole.  His pulling all the way in and out when he was fucking me had probably sucked a lot of cum out of my hole which then dripped down onto the pillow.

We chatted for a little bit as he cleaned up and got dressed.  I stayed on the bed and even with him standing there and getting dressed I couldn't help but reach back and feel my hole with my fingers.  I always feel my hole after being fucked and when I felt it I had to hold back any surprise looks on my face as I couldn't believe that my hole was still so open and loose.  I didn't shove any fingers in but I knew that I could have easily shoved in 3 or 4 fingers without them even hitting the sides of my hole.  My hole was so open that I briefly wondered how long it would take before it started to close up again.  I didn't care though as this was exactly what I had hoped to accomplish when I first got to the motel.  I had gotten fucked all night long by many guys and I had pushed my hole to the limits and it was now just gaping and staying open like it had a mind of it's own and it had just given up.

As the guy was heading for the door I hopped off the bed and walked with him to the door.  I told him thanks and he replied with the same, and then he walked out the door and closed it behind him.  I now was so exhausted that I went back to the bed and let my body just fall onto the mattress.  I rolled on my side and into a fetal position.  I pulled the cum covered pillow over to my face and inhaled and as I had thought earlier the smell was indeed pure cum.  The guy had literally fucked the cum out of me and it was now absorbed into the pillow.  I grabbed another clean pillow and put it under my head and kept the nasty, cum drenched pillow pulled closely to my face so I could continue to inhale and smell the cum that had been in my hole.  I was done for the night.  If another guy walked in I would have let him fuck me but there were no more guys coming over for the night.  I looked over at my computer and I knew that there probably were some other very late night fuckers out there that may want to connect but I was just too exhausted.  I was going to take a shower but I didn't want to wash off any of the cum, spit, and the various other juices that were sticking to my body, my face, and my hole.  Instead I just closed my eyes and began to fall asleep.