Houston is an amazing city. Even though I live in the midwest, I've never been a country boy--I've always loved the skyline of a large city and the noise of people that comes with it. I'm hoping to move to Chicago in a couple of years.

I flew in, and met him. He was hotter than his photos which is always nice. About 6'4" tall, not thin but not fat he was just your average guy. Since I had arrived a little before check-in time, we grabbed a bite to eat and talked a bit. He's a really nice guy (which I had known from chatting with him) and by the end of lunch I was really horny to get his load in me.

We finished lunch and started driving to the hotel, and I started rubbing his cock through his jeans as we drove on the beltway. We checked in and got to the room... and I was in bed on my stomach shortly after.

We had each saved our loads for a week before meeting, so I knew he had a big one saved up for me. Even in the air conditioning, we fucked so hard that the sweat was dripping off of us. It was an interesting sensation, feeling the cool drops hitting my back as he fucked me. He shot in me, and I could tell it was a huge load by the wet feeling inside of me and then he just laid there, his cock still inside me as we drifted off to sleep.

We woke up an hour later, his cock pushing at my hole again and we went for round 2. Like Lantern, he had a ton of stamina. It was 9:30 at night before we realized that we hadn't left the room since we got there. Over the course of the next few days I got a total of 17 of his loads in me.

I had a blast down there, got away for a few days and while I didn't see much of the city, I did get used by a guy who knew how to fuck. I'd like to go back some day, maybe with a day or two spent in San Antonio as well... but this time I'd like to see just how many different guys I can to load me up during that time.