Recently, I was searching for some saved files on my Cloud and came across this encounter that I wrote about a while back. I had forgotten that I had written it and am sharing it now. I hope that you enjoy it.

Everyone in this story was 18 or older at the time of the occurrence.

In Part 1 of this series, I related how I stumbled across a supposed Alpha submitting to a Bukkake circle at a porno arcade in Tampa, Florida. Part 2 takes place more than a decade later when my partner and I were living near Augusta, Georgia. We owned a small café, and worked all the time, but on rare evenings or afternoons we would make the short trip to a wonderful gay resort in Augusta. We mainly went for use of the pool and the random eye candy.

The resort was always festive, and the owners were delightful. Over a short period of time, we started becoming friends with some of the regulars. We attended an incredible New Years Eve dinner and drag show there once and stayed the weekend for extracurricular fun, but that may be a story for another day.

One of the regulars was a tall and impossibly lean African American guy with the most beautiful, smooth, caramel-colored skin. He was roughly 6’2” and sported rock-hard abs and a perfect bubble butt. My partner and I always commented on how gorgeous he was and that we were jealous of his narrow waist. It couldn’t have been more than 28”. And, of course, he always wore a tight, formfitting Speedo.

The first few times we saw him, he would nod at us and go about his business either sunning himself or playing in the pool. One day, as he passed by, he sat in a lounge chair next to us and introduced himself as Steve. We traded pleasantries and hit it off fairly well. We found out that he was in the Army and stationed at Fort Gordon. I secretly would have loved to see him in uniform, but in hindsight the Speedo was really doing the trick. He talked about how gay men at the base were paranoid to come to the resort, and those that did would back their cars into parking spaces so that their license plates were not readily visible.

Not surprisingly, I found Steve’s profile on Grindr. According to his bio, he had an 8” dick. My partner and I figured he was a grower since he didn’t show much of a package in his Speedo. His profile pic showed him wearing a jockstrap and leather harness.

WOOF!

As time went on, the 4^th of July weekend was approaching, and my partner and I had planned on spending the holiday at the resort. Unfortunately, a friend of ours who had moved his RV to a gay campground in Dewy Rose, Georgia was having a mental crisis. He was one of those people that I tolerated but didn’t really like. My partner, on the other hand, was the only person on the planet who could talk him down from the cliffs. We teased that the snakes in his head were constricting, so last minute plans changed for my partner to go babysit, and I would go to the resort. For the record, The River’s Edge in Dewy Rose is AMAZING. Look it up. You’ll be glad you did.

The 4^th turned out to be oppressively hot with the heat index at around 110 degrees. The pool was little comfort and passed capacity for people to be in it. It was quite miserable. After a while I ordered a burger at the canteen and sat under the cabana. My partner called and was laughing hysterically.

After he caught his breath, he told me that his friend had gone to the bathroom in the camper and while he was doing his business, he sat his cigarette on the corner of the sink. Well, the cig burned down just enough for the flame to make contact with the resin sink. The result was a minor explosion that ended up with Trevor stumbling out of the bathroom with soot on his face and his hair blow back and slightly smoldering. My partner said it looked like something from a Bugs Bunny cartoon. We laughed for a bit, and I told him I would probably be going home soon since it was so hot.

Before I left, I decided to walk “The Maze” which was a two-story building designed for cruising. There were rooms and little chambers up there to do whatever you wanted. The walls were painted black and there was red LED rope light around the perimeter of the floor for limited visibility.

As I made my way to the top of the stairs, I saw a guy doing a handstand and his legs were spread apart. He looked like a human “X”. Another guy was sucking the guy’s dick and making sloppy noises. Pretty hot!

Every corner and room of the maze was filled with guys making out and in various stages of sexual pleasure. As I rounded one of the corners and proceeded down a narrow hall, I turned into a small room where a group had gathered. To my shock, Steve was there, bent over a stool and was getting hard fucked by a dude in his 60s. The guy was in decent shape, and I could see a decent-sized cock sliding in and out of Steve’s hole.

While he was getting plowed from behind, Steve was also sucking another random guy’s dick and was moaning with pleasure. I stood back in awe as Steve was completely naked except for his sneakers. His body was amazing.

As the guy fucked for all he was worth, I could see Steve’s cock and balls bouncing with each thrust. I was disappointed that he had lied on his Grindr profile, because his penis looked more like 5”, and under different circumstances, I would have happily sucked him dry.

The older guy finally shot a hot load into Steve’s gaping ass. I couldn’t help wondering how many men had already left their seed inside of him. As soon as the older guy pulled out and stepped aside, another random cock eased into Steve’s hole. His perfect, bubble butt was soon filled, balls deep and he started riding the stranger’s cock while he continued blowing the guy in front of him.

The guy getting head said he was about to cum. Steve pulled off the guy’s cock and directed him to cum on his face, which the man was eager to oblige. Once he had unloaded, he smeared his cock against Steve’s face and spread the spunk over his cheeks. Steve took one last pull on the cock before it was replaced by another stranger’s dick. This guy looked to be around 8” or so and was thick.

While the spit roasting continued, I surveyed the room to get an inventory of who all was in the room. There was literally every shape, size, and legal age imaginable; short, tall, skinny, obese, muscular, black, white, Latino, young, old.

After about 30 minutes of watching Steve get railed, I decided to leave and go home. However, just as I moved toward the door, a massive Leather Daddy entered the room. He stood at least 6” tall and wore black leather chaps, a black jock strap and black harness. He was very hairy, but well-trimmed and had a classic macho man mustache. Over one shoulder he had a small travel bag.

Behind the Leather Daddy, was a couple of other leather clad studs. Evidently word had spread from what we called “The Tower” that a power bottom/cum slut was entertaining in The Maze. The Tower was a narrow building that housed a private sling on the second floor.

As Leather Daddy made his way into the room with his entourage, the sea of bodies in the cramped room spread out. A few onlookers moved out into the hall. My curiosity was piqued so I decided to stay. Besides, I love to watch.

Leather Daddy leaned into to whisper something into Steve’s ear. Steve’s eyes grew wide and he nodded an emphatic yes while continuing to suck the cock that he had been throating for a few minutes now. Leather Daddy handed his pack to one of his crew who unzipped the leather pouch and presented it for inspection. Leather Daddy reached in and removed a container of lube and handed it to a crew member. This was getting interesting.

The dude that was fucking Steve finally busted a nut and moved to one side. Leather Daddy stepped up to Steve’s ass; none of the other horny bastards who had been waiting in line dared to say anything. At about the same time, the guy who was getting sucked off shot his wad down Steve’s throat. When he pulled out of Steve’s mouth, he squeezed the last few drops of jizz from his dick and spread onto Steve’ lips. Steve greedily licked it off and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. This is when Leather Daddy scooped a healthy gob of spunk that was leaking from Steve’s brutalized asshole and told him to “Open wide.”

Obediently, Steve turned his head towards Leather Daddy and proceeded to lick and suck the spent baby batter from the dude’s fingers. It was at this point that Steve made eye contact with me. He had a moment of recognition and smiled.

A member of the crew presented a bottle of water and Steve downed the better part of it while Leather Daddy took a healthy swipe into the vat of lube and started smearing it around Steve’s sloppy hole and the inner wall of Steve’s anus. He was not overly gentle and straight away was finger fucking the army guy with three fingers and then four. Another dip into the vat of lube which Leather Daddy spread onto his hand and up his wrist. He then brought his thumb to meet his four fingers and started pressing against the entrance of Steve’s gaping hole.

Steve sighed as the giant hand started pressing into his asshole. Leather Daddy rotated the hand from side to side as he pressed forward. While this was happening, Steve started pressing his sphincter out to help accommodate the invasion to his swollen ring. It didn’t take long before the entire hand pushed through, and Leather Daddy was wrist deep into Steve’s asshole.

This was mind-blowing for me to watch because, at the time, I had only seen this scenario once on a video playing at a cruise bar in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I wrote about that encounter previously.

It didn’t take long for Steve to get accustomed to the hand that was being pressed deeper into his hole. He started to slowly rock back and forth, each time a little more of the wrist and forearm disappeared into Steve’s ass. This was Leather Daddy’s cue to piston his fist in and almost all the way out of Steve’s ass.

This went on for a bit, and one of the crew members applied more lube to Leather Daddy’s arm and Steve’s inner wall. Ultimately, the guy was elbow deep inside of Steve, who seemed in absolute bliss.

Just when I thought I had seen it all, what happened next simply had me awe struck. Leather Daddy pulled his hand from Steve’s asshole revealing his crimson rosebud in prolapse. Daddy and his crew played with the swollen bud for a moment, but they weren’t done yet. They pulled Steve from the stool and made their way to a side wall where there was a raised platform. One of the crew members had removed his jockstrap and was sporting a good-sized dick, I would guess 7.5” or greater. He sat on the bench and Steve turned around and lowered himself onto the guy’s cock. Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head as he stared to raise and lower himself onto stiff penis inside of him.

The remaining crew member offered a small bottle of poppers, which Steve enthusiastically pressed against each nostril and inhaled.

Leather Daddy pulled his thick cock over the top of his jock strap and started stroking it. It was an impressive size, easily 9”. The crew member scooted back a little onto the bench and Steve lifted his feet onto the corner of the seat. This gave Leather Daddy full access, and he bent slightly at the knees and slowly started pressing himself into Steve’s asshole next to the crew member’s own hard cock.

“Holy Shit.” I thought to myself. I was completely transfixed, as were all the other horny guys in the room.

Ultimately, Leather Daddy grabbed Steve’s legs and lifted them up slightly as he gained the leverage he needed to thoroughly pound Steve’s ass. I couldn’t tell you how long they plowed Steve, but ultimately, they both busted their nuts. Leather Daddy pulled out and you could hear a decompression of air emitting from Steve’s brutalized bussy.

With shaky legs, Steve raised himself from the crew member’s deflating cock and stood there in a daze. Cum was running down his legs and he was breathing heavily. The third crew member offered him the remaining bit of water and Steve sucked it down in one gulp. The other two cleaned themselves off and left without a word. Steve just swayed in front of the bench while he tried to compose himself. Someone passed him his clothes, which had been piled on the floor. He looked at them blankly, and then sat them onto the bench.

He propped himself onto the bench and arched his back. After all of that, he still wasn’t satisfied. I left the room at that point, as guys started reforming the line to bang this army stud. I don’t know if he was on something, or what was driving him, but it made for a Fourth of July to remember.