No Strings Attached E1 | Holding in a load as big as mine isn't good for decisions

Everyone is over the age of 18

This is from the POV of Wyatt of Fully Loaded! But a whole different story arc...and someone else from another series?

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I’d say that I'm a pretty mild guy sexually. I haven't done anything too crazy yet. I feel like I could though, given how horny I get if I haven't blown a load in the morning. I learned the word for it only recently: hyperspermia. I always knew I had to cum a lot. From the very beginning I figured out that if I don't empty my balls 3 to 4 times a day, my dick starts to make decisions for me. 

So all things considered, I've played it pretty safe. I do unload pretty often in public places, but most of it goes down a toilet or into a bush. I filmed some of the more epic cumshots and posted it on Twitter when I was horny enough, and there was a year that I went to visit a gloryhole pretty often for a full draining that I couldn't achieve on my own. 

Then, a friend found out about my “problem” and he was willing to take care of it as many times as needed so life was good. I actually could function in my regular life without constantly worrying about when (and where) to cum next. One good draining lasted me about the same time as 2 jerk offs, so I really got a lot of my life back. When he started to experiment with my prostate? That kind of cumshot was worth 3-4 times my normal load. 

So like I said, life was great. The routine was working perfectly until I went on a road trip with my family. My balls hurt just thinking about this story. I rubbed one out, sometimes two, at every gas station we stopped at but I wasn't emptying my balls out quicker than they were filling up. I was going insane and couldn't think about anything else. Because I shared a room with my dad, I knew I wouldn't be able to tease a decent load out of myself either at the end of the day. 

So let’s fast forward a bit; when we got to our destination and settled in, I started looking for something. Something that could help me ease this ache for the next week. I mostly looked for gloryholes, because I feel that's always a bit safer if I'm on the “put my dick through the hole” side and the person on the other side always seems to appreciate a good juicy load. 

Oh my god, I need to spray all over someone's face right now. 

I settled on this bar in town that has some vague mentions of things online. I didn’t anticipate this while packing so I went in my normal black hoodie and jeans. The bar was filled with interesting looking characters, with all of them looking much more “big city” than I am. I decided to sit at the bar while trying to figure out what the vibe might be. Everyone was either much more dressed up or undressed than I was and I wouldn’t blame anyone if they weren’t into me. I actually was debating whether I should leave when he walked up to me. 

A blond man wearing a classic black T sat down next to me. There were other seats available, but he chose the one right next to me. On the first glance, he looks about as tall as I am, which is unusual. 

“Hey man.” He nods at me before looking straight forward. He looks like one of the characters in those chick flicks. You know, the love interest of the main character. His wavy hair falls naturally in ways that I wish mine did. Actually, I always wished I was blond. My own dark hair makes me a lot more unapproachable, I think. 

“Hey,” I say back. The bartender cracks open my beer for me and we do a silent cheers. 

A couple minutes later, he turns to me. “You from around here? I haven’t seen you before.”

“Just visiting.” The buzz was loosening me up and making me more chatty. “Had to get away from the family.” 

“And you came here?” He brushes his blond waves back. “You know this is the seedy bar in town, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” I say. Fuck, now he thinks I’m seedy. The beer made all my smart comebacks dissipate. Now, only the dick brain remained.

He’s hot. I don’t think anyone would say otherwise. He chose a shirt tight enough to show off his arms and shoulders too. However, the main selling point is definitely his face. He could be an actor with those looks. 

“I’m Blake,” he says and then looks at my clothes. I feel even more self conscious in my casual outfit. “You down?”

My extremely full balls answered for me by making my hard-on rear inside my jeans. Down for what though? He doesn’t look like the type to service someone. 

“I’ve got a hotel room nearby.” Blake’s eyes shift to the table. “If you want, I mean.”

“Uh…” My straight hair falls onto my face and I brush it back. “What are you looking for?” 

Blake makes a signal at the bartender to bring him another beer. When the bartender turns around, Blake turns his head to me and shoots me a killer smile. “I think you know what I’m looking for. No pressure though. Just putting it on the table that I’m interested.”

The charismatic energy from him is making my heart flutter. It’s a wild feeling to be hit on by a man this handsome. I saw some other guys on the dance floor with their 6 pack abs out on the dance floor and I know I don’t have that to offer. Maybe he thinks he sees something else under this big hoodie. 

“How tall are you?” he asks. It was hard to see in this light but I think his eyes are green or hazel. “You might be the tallest one here and you’re sitting.” Blake leans in a little closer.

“Uh…” My heart pounds and my dick flexes in my pants. 

Go to his hotel room. Do it! Let out this load! Spray over the bed!

“You’re cute.” Blake flashes me a smile again. “It’s not your first time, is it?”

“No,” I admit. At this distance, his cologne is making me even harder. I know I’m leaking tons of fluids into my boxers. I’m going to have to get off one way or another tonight. 

Give it to him.

“Then why are you so nervous?” He leans in and his cool lips touch mine. I give up my charade and let his tongue enter my mouth, tasting the beer on him. I gasp as he grabs my crotch, rapidly filling up the hard shape. “I’m telling you I want to fuck you in my hotel room. You got that, right?”

I didn’t respond because I just gasped again and again as the blond stud kissed me. His hand squeezed from the base and moved upwards, squeezing copious amounts of precum into my boxers. 

“You’re wet,” Blake says into my mouth before biting my lower lip. I can feel how horny he is with his persistent kissing.

“Keep it clean here, you guys. Blake, you know there are rooms in the back,” the bartender warns us. 

“I wouldn’t call it a room, Jack.” Blake backs up from me, keeping his hand on the wet spot on my crotch. He turns to me and smiles at me again. “What’s your name?”

“Wyatt.” That’s the only word I can form. Otherwise my brain repeats the same mantra at me. 

Go with him. Let him do what he wants. Do it. You need it. Do it!

“So, what do you say?”