BUDDY HOLLY

January 17, 2026

             Saturday

I decided to go to the place with the fuck van.  I usually have not so good luck there, but the last few times have been an exception.

I get there and I decide to get the king sized room with a shower.  Even though I don't expect much from this place I decide to get the room anyway.  I put my stuff away and head for the area where all the action is.

 

I cruise around but not much going on.  There is one guy I notice that may have his eye on me.

He is about 5’8, thin build, Latino, maybe mid to late 20s.  He has a unique look as he has short curly hair.  He’s wearing thick glasses identical to what Buddy Holly used to wear.  As a matter of fact, the resemblance is so startlingly close, (with the exception of his olive skin tone) I can’t help but to study his features in amazement.  I want to but I don’t mention it to him.  

He probably wouldn't even know who Buddy Holly was. 

As innocent as his appearance may be, I know better than to allow outward appearances to dictate my perception of his prowess.  Besides, I got a glimpse of what he was doing in one of the glory hole stalls a few minutes earlier. 

He walks into the stall next to mine.  I close the door but I am not feeling the glory hole scenario.  I want body and eye contact, not just a hole; so I walk out.  He soon follows suit. 

I turn around and invite him to my room.

I ask him my two main questions, “Are you okay with condoms,” and “Do you like to get your dick sucked?”  There is a yes for both.

As soon as I close the door, he drops to his knees. His head game is pretty nice.  He gets me fully hard in his mouth.  Now I am ready to fuck.  He gets a wrapper and opens the packet and gently puts the condom on me.

I must commend anyone that can make putting on a condom sexy.  This is exactly what gets my juices flowing: A master at foreplay even in the usually clumsy task of wrapping it up.

I entered him as he bent over to the edge of the bed.

“ You want it harder,” I ask.

He wants it as hard and fast as I’m willing to give it.  We keep this position for a while but I move him closer to the head of the bed so that we could see ourselves in the mirror.

He has a tiny waist perfect for grabbing.  

Although he is thin, he has plenty of meat on his bones to grab hold of.  I grab his hips and use them as leverage to slam into him.  

He’s a moaner.   He’s not loud about it but vocal enough to tell he’s enjoying it.

We migrate directly on the bed.  He gets on his

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back and prompts his butt up with a pillow under him.  We fuck in this position for a while.  I'm more of a “face down on your belly” kind of guy.  I can go much deeper, harder and I am in more control in this position.

There are times, however, when I want the eye contact.  I want to see the facial expressions.  I want the connection.  In his case, I want to see that nerdy yet handsome face as I go deep into his insides.

We fuck and fuck and fuck some more.  I inform him that at anytime he can take off. 

My history at these places is that the bottom’s main focus is to get as much dick and as many loads as possible.  It usually takes forever for me to cum. Sometimes I don’t even try so I offer him that out if he so chooses.

At this point the temperature in the room is causing me to overheat.  

The other factor: usually at some point the condom eventually makes my dick go limp.  Both scenarios are at play.  Because it's so hot, I ask if he is okay with me opening the door.  I also want to show off a bit.  

I am so not the exhibitionist, but I feel maybe it will help stroke my ego which would spark an incentive to really perform if people stopped by the door to watch.  He loves the idea.

The idea sort of backfires.

Yes people come to watch me pounding this guy. And yes I put on my extra Daddy persona for the crowd.  It backfires when guys start to come in and touch my ass and wave their dicks in our faces.  As hot as it should be, it's just fucking up my concentration.

He ask if I want to take a break.  I ask if he his okay with going bare in which he’s all for it.  We take a short break for me to get dressed and go to my car to get my prep.  I only use this stuff in case of an emergency due to it making me so sick.  

I want to fuck!  I think this is a good enough emergency.

He decides to wait in the room.  When I come back there are three guys hovering over Buddy Holly!

There is this internal “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Yelling in slow motion at the top of my consciousness.  At least I don’t think I yelled it out.

To avoid being rude, I smile and announce that I will be closing the door.  It is now Buddy, a bald guy with a big dick (that fucked him earlier) and myself.  I suggest that we can share him.  Buddy has a great big grin on his face.  Bald Guy contemplates then decides he should get ready to go home.

It is back to just us.  He gets on his knees again and starts to blow me.  I’m still soft but slowly hardens when I see how rock hard his dick is.

I look down and realize I want to taste that stiff cock of his.  I get on my knees and swallow his dick.  My mouth waters getting me charged to fuck him again.  This time without the condom.

I lay him on the bed face down on his belly and begin to fuck him.  He is moaning and turning me on with his sounds.  The feeling of going in bare is definitely a different feeling than with the condom. My fucking is more feral, more aggressive , and more intense.  Maybe it’s the fact that the nerves on the tip of my penis is feeling the unusual sensation of real flesh that is sending messages to my brain.  I just know that this sensation brings out a side of me that I don’t get from condom sex.

I grab the back of his neck pushing his face into the pillow.  When He has had enough, I lay down on top of him grabbing his neck from right under his chin making sure not to choke him, but to use it as leverage to slam him into me.  Anyone able to take this aggression is okay with me getting rough.

We are beyond the passionate phase.  I'm in demolition mode.  We have gotten to the point where his hole is no longer tightening on me. 

And Then I hear it.

To some it is the most gross, embarrassing sound made during anal sex.  To me it is like sweet music to my ears.

The wet sound of air pushing out as I pump in and out.

It starts with a small queef like expel.

 

Another release. This time, it is much louder.

Whether one chooses to debate if it is a queef or an outright fart, there is no denying that his body is responding to the rhythmic pumping of air causing a series of beautiful… 

Fuck it! They are queefs in my book.

I rapidly pull out and push back in. Again, pull out and push back in.  His asshole plays a series of sexual notes as I continue my game of pull out, push back in.

I am burning up in this hot ass room!  I am more than convinced that they keep these rooms like saunas to burn us out before our time is up.  Lucky for me I get the one room with the shower.

 

I get up for about fifteen to twenty seconds and splash cold water on me to cool down.  This method actually works for me.  I get back to fucking the young Latino.  I get him on his back.  I no longer have to start off gentle.  His hole is open and ready for its beating.  He spreads his legs.  I take long strokes and then I begin to pump in and out with fervor. 

His hole is not done making noises.  I’m making him queef in accelerated increments.

I push his knees back towards his chest and ram my dick inside.  He gasps as his eyes widen through his thick glasses. 

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His ass queefs out.

“Wow ! Listen to that!”

He looks at me with a smile; maybe a little of playful embarrassment on his face. There's the realization of the natural response when the booty hole does get pounded.  The look quickly changes to a smile of being proud that he is making me happy with his bodily functions.

I’m done playing the queef game.  I get back to digging forcefully into his guts.  As it gets more intense, he wraps his arms around me in somewhat of a bear hug as I pump him missionary.  This young man can take a pounding and for a long ass time.

I’m starting to overheat again.

I inform him that I will jump in the shower again for a few seconds.  I take another fifteen second shower and get back to work.  I don’t dry off as I want to keep cool for as long as I can.

I get him back on his belly and start pumping from behind.  The water on my body along with some of the lube on his back is making a slippery sensation that feels amazing as our bodies slide against each other.

Most of the time I don’t cum.  I just fuck until I’ve had enough.  Today however, I want to empty my balls.

The sensation of his hole feels too good to stop but I’ve been at this place long enough.  Currently I've made two hours my limit at that place.  I have a husband to care for.  Though I am sure Boss is okay for a few hours, I don’t need to be at that place any longer than that. 

Usually Making me cum through sex only and without stroking requires being able to really focus on getting into a forceful and fast paced momentum that many bottoms can’t handle. I am sure without a doubt Buddy can take it.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes. Please!” He responds.

“You want it.” 

“Give it to me. Please !” He replies.

Resting all my weight on top of him with the exception of my hips, I grab his hips and begin to pump up and down.  I pick up the pace and keep my hips slamming into his.  I keep drilling until I unleash my load into him. 

I lay inside him for a few seconds, with my cock still pulsating. 

After a few minutes he gets up and thanks me for a good time.

I get my stuff together, jump in the shower and get ready to go home.

Though I had a great time, I am glad to be home.

Back to my husbandly duties.

I prepare dinner for us. And enjoy the rest of the evening with Boss.