On Arrival, New Year's Weekend

For the new year, Pozman headed to the resort, you know the one, with only one thing on his mind--raw cock, determined to set a new personal record for loads taken and given.  Success. 

On arrival he hit the maze tossing his jeans and jacket in a rusty locker, stripping down to boots and socks, anything more just wastes time.  There's nothing like a 6'2" buck naked man with a nine inch hardon to send a message and the reaction of other maze denizens was immediate; Pozman's eyes didn't even have a chance to adjust before a hot mouth was locked on his cock with a finger poking at his hole.  Took a hit of poppers--this is heaven on earth with no waiting for action and no waiting for Pozman's load. Pozman never warns, immediately shooting two weeks of saved up cum in the waiting mouth and growled, "You better swallow that or given it back."  A groan and the mouth locked on Pozman's with an invading tongue instantly shoveling Pozman's jism deep down his throat and smearing over their faces. "Ahhh....nothing like a cum facial."  The first of many loads given and returned over the weekend.

Pozman's Cum Facial

Without a word, the dance took place, the receptacle turning around and bending over, backing onto Pozman's crack splitter, a greasy hand stroking, guiding it home, ready to breed Pozman's seed.

 

Pozman Breeding

The cunt boy whispered, "You Poz?" Pozman responded "I never tell, you want it?"  The cunt answered, "Yeah, breed me." Pozman growled, "Breed me what, fucker?" "Breed me, Sir. Thank you, Sir".

Satisfied, Pozman smacked the quivering ass, thrusting deep in one brutal stroke.  "You better hope you're clean boy, cause you're cleaning me when I'm done."  "Sir, yes Sir, thank you, Sir."  "When I cum boy, you better hold it in, boy.  I see my seed leaking down your leg, I'll bust your ass."  "Yes, Sir, no problem, Sir."   A cunt's a receptacle, nothing more. Seed belongs down a gullet or up an ass.

And the night went on.