Slutty Judge: Bouncing Butts

I took a three week hiatus, a la vacation, from the City of Portsmouth. I loved my job, and loved serving the citizens but I was starting to overheat, so I blocked this time out strictly for me

I booked lodging down in Manteo, and on a beautiful Saturday morning in April took my RV down, just me, no friends, no beloved family or anyone that would hinder my peace. The nearly two hour ride was peaceful, although I passed small pockets of bikers that were heading down for the annual Bike Week. I absolutely paid no attention to any large events that could've been happening for I needed an outlet, and the OBX was as best as I could get without having to purchase a plane ticket. I stopped at a 7-11 in Kill Devil Hills prior to parking at the house I booked, A one level bungalow facing the Roanoke Sound. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and exhaled, just thankful for the mdieans to do what I was doing. I walked to the front door to punch in the access code, and the door opened for me to be greeted by the unmistakable smell of Lemon Pine Sol. This part of the suite looked pristine, and in order, and so I walked around the exuberant home with its expensive furniture and hardwood floors. I looked around to see decorative vases, and expensive artwork on the walls, while the floors beneath me creaked slightly. The house carried a cloud of serenity and warmth, just so peaceful in comparison to my waterfront property in the heart of the bustling Hampton Roads area. I finished my inspection of the three bedroom, two bath domicile, and purposely fell out on the couch in the living room. I took in the quiet settings that I knew I would endure for the next three weeks, and fell asleep, waking up much later as the sun dropped completely. I woke up to a lighted living room, and in a daze, looking around as suddenly the urge to bump uglies with another man came over me.

I grabbed my phone off the coffee table, and logged onto Bigger City to see who was near.

"Hey buddy. I see you're close by," said Lem. "I'm wondering what you're in the mood for."

Lem's bearded face, and hazel eyes were a precursor to his chubby body, and while he was in a good age range (he was 65), his profile read that he, too, was a bottom.

"Looking for a cock to suck," I told him.

"Me, too," he answered.

I had a bad feeling about Lem, thinking he wouldn't pay attention.

"I'm all bottom," I messaged.

"And so am I," he replied as I was slightly irritated.

I wasn't looking for another man to put his legs up unless I knew it led to me being fucked. Lem would even unlock his photos, and while I loved the thought of licking his sweet, plump ass, I felt he wouldn't want to return the gesture.

"So two bottoms getting together can do what exactly," I asked.

"A lot, if given the opportunity," he stated. "Hey buddy, if it's too much drama I understand, but I've been in need since we came down here."

He mentioned "we," as that was a biker gang he came down with. He explained, then showed me a slew of photos of him and a handful of other bears in leather. Each of them were smiling while wearing jeans with big bulges, with his seemingly being the biggest.

"We come down from Rhode Island once a year," he told me.

The five foot nine, 300 lb. white guy claimed to be a proud grandfather who liked to step out from time to time.

"A guy has needs," he said. "I think I could help you fulfill yours."

Lem suddenly looked a little scrumptious as I learned he was an everyday man. A masculine, bearded biker that liked fooling around.

"Gotta get a nut sometime," he stated. "To be perfectly honest, we come down here to get laid."

I laughed, and repeated the same before showing him a photo of my cock.

"That's a manageable size," he replied. "Now we're doing all this talking, when we could be playing."

Lem might've been a bottom, but he was also an aggressor, something I could attest to his northeastern roots. I tired of texting on the site, and sent him my phone number before he called me, not even a minute later, to see what my plans were.

"I'm about to get in the shower," I said.

"Can I join you," he asked. "I'll bet you're rubbing yourself right now."

I giggled because I was. Lem was able to turn me out with just a few words, and had me curious to see what he could do. I gave a litmus test of questions, just a plethora of inquiries to see if he was real, he was patient, and he was adequate to play with. He played along, and even offered to bring a few toys as he stated he was supposed to get fucked by some clubmates.

"The guys can't make their minds up," he said to me. "I wanna help you cum today."

Lem's northeastern accent with its deep, gruffy tone had my cunt shivering. He offered his hotel room as a venue, but then mentioned he could travel. I offered the airBnB because I was alone, and didn't need to hide from anyone.

"I'll come there. Just text me your address," he said.

I jumped in the shower after hanging up, and I was barely drying off when I heard a knock at the front door. I looked through the peephole to see it was Lem, wearing sunshades, a red, sleeveless tee, cargo shorts and sandals.

"Glad to see you could make it," I said while letting him in.

I shut the door while he tossed a small toiletries bag onto the couch, then he stepped closer to me before grabbing my ass to pull me into him. Lem's height was a turn on as he was taller than me by a couple of inches. He was also an alpha in this instance, proving so by putting his tongue in my mouth, and hands caressing my body after sliding them into the robe.

"Get on your knees," he whispered as he lit my fire, and made me tug at his shorts until they, along with his underwear, fell to the floor.

I followed suit with the garments, to land directly in front of his stubby stick.

"Suck it boy," he said.

I would latch on just in time to catch his string of precum weaving from his cock. It even waved like a flag as the slightest breeze passed us, but then I stuck out my tongue to catch the string, before I latched on to siphon that good wood. Lem's light moans vibrated on my lips while I sucked, and became enamored after I got a whiff of his scent from his balls. I, too, was moaning as I slowly bobbled my head back and forth, while trying to tightly squeeze his shaft. I loved Lem's sweet nectar as it shot between my lips, not an entire squirt, but droplets of his cum escaping his system. I started going crazy thinking Lem needed me to do him, but then he pulled away from me, and reminded me that he was coming over to give me all the delight.

"Go to the bedroom," he said to me.

I stood up, and followed his order as we began walking with him in tow, the both of us hand in hand as we shared an intimate moment. Lem's top-like tendencies gave me the impression that he wanted to penetrate me. And I needed it, for the cases I dealt with in previous weeks had me too busy to entertain cock.

"I can use a good fuck," I told him before pulling off my robe.

I laid on the bed, and began stroking my cock, thinking for a minute I'd be sucked the same way others did him.

"The hell is that," I asked as he instead pulled out a brass toy.

"A "joy wand," he replied of the golden colored device.

The semi curved metal was cold, with knobs on both ends like a double dildo.

"That's not going in my ass," I told him.

"It most definitely is, and it's going in mine, too," he said.

I laughed because I never thought of such a toy, but then I thought about the idea of two men getting off at the same time, literally while their asses bumped. He climbed on the bed at one end, and I would do the same at the opposite end. My ass was turned to his, but with my ass cheeks spread.

"Hold on a second," he said before he rubbed my hole.

He was applying lubricant before he started finger fucking my hole, and the next moment I felt the hard item entering me. It was cold and rigid, yet felt great lodged against my prostate as he wanted me to hold still. I used my ass muscles to squeeze on it, and then he moaned, and pulled it slightly from my hole, only for me to rotate my ass towards him.

"Feels good, baby," Lem asked as he controlled the movement.

This man, my bottom brother, used his big ass to fuck mine. He pushed back and forth, squeezing the tip on his end to penetrate me both shallow and deep. I somewhat forgot that I was to return the favor, but when he stopped, I took the helm and made sure to push it in deep. I'd hear his hole popping from the back and forth, and he was juicy as I would hear it squelch each time I pulled out. I grew tired and he took over once more, but this time pounding me hard, and driving the metal dick to my prostate. I underestimated Lem's efforts, and what he used, thinking I wouldn't get the same satisfaction as a real cock. I didn't per se, but it was pretty damn close with the intervals of me cumming.

"Sounds like you're pretty wet baby," Lem said. "You need a real cock."

We came out of this position, and Lem directed me to lay on my back. I did, and spread my legs while he entered the entire metal cock inside of me, then began going down on me. The feeling of a mouth sucking your cock, while something was jamming your ass was incomparable. I pulled on my own nipples as Lem had his way with me, thrusting the dildo deep in me to make me want to cum.

"You don't need permission," he told me. "Cum in my mouth."

Lem pushed that rod in me faster, and I screamed to the top of my lungs as I busted a good nut.

"Damn judge, you've got some sweet cum," Lem told me

He wasted no time in getting dressed and leaving, but I recalled what he did to me, and that I wanted it again, soon.

More to cum.