I’m in my hotel room in Toronto and this guy Tyrone texts me. We’ve been chatting for years, and I don’t even know what he looks like. I taught him all my secrets about how to get guys. We both love to suck and I like to tell him my stories.
“HOT! I’d love to watch you go at it,” he texts. “Do you think I’d be able to find cock if I just came over there for 1hr or so, or that too little time to find someone?”
Sure, why not. 30 minutes later I’m in the lobby of the Novotel hotel sitting on their leather couches and watching the door. I don’t know much about my pen pal. He’s black, I think? I see a short, fat black guy come in, but he has a suitcase and heads straight to the hotel desk.
A moment later, a man walks in and heads straight for me. Damn, he’s hot. He has a neatly shaved facial hair and trim physique. He caries a leather shoulder bag, and auburn shorts cover his bubble butt. He smiles at me and stand to meet him.
“Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” I tell him. Fuck, I really want to suck your dick but I know you’re not into it. “Lets go to my room, where we can talk more openly,” I suggest. We take the elevators, I swipe my keycard and go up to the 4th floor. Once we are safely in my room, we chat like old friends.
“Where’s your profile,” I ask him.
He looks down at his phone, furiously tapping. “Just one moment,” he says. “There.”
“That one?” I point to a blank one down the page.
“Yeah, why’s it so far? I mean, I’m right here.”
“Oh, that’s a common misconception,” I tell him. “It usually only gets a GPS fix when you open the app.” Or in this case, when I opened it earlier as I strolled down the street.
He settles on to my bed, laying on his belly so we can both see his phone as I sit on the chair beside the bed. “What do you think?” he asks as I read his profile.
“You need a picture,” I tell him.
“Like, would nature work?”
“That is better than blank. But any picture of you will work better.” I tell him about some raciest profile pictures I’ve seen, where you zoom in and it turns out to be an elbow.
We spend a few minutes on our phones, trying to lure someone over. It’s 7pm and it’s tough. The best times are 3pm and 5pm, as people get off work, then late at night as service workers end their shifts.
“I found one,” he says. “What do you think of him?” He points to a dick on his phone. The owner is middle aged and is just leaving his office.
“Go for it,” I say.
“He’s on his way. It’s a shame the elevators need a card though.”
“You can take my card and go get him,” I tell him. “I had a bad experience once when I left someone in my room.”
“I know. That story gave me chills when I read it.”
I had privately shared that story with only a couple people. It’s far too disturbing to publish. In the story, the guy took pictures of the ID in my wallet when I left the room for a moment, then got more and more aggressive and wouldn’t leave. It still gives me stress to even think about it. It happened two years ago and I haven’t written a single story since then.
Tyrone leaves, taking his bags with him, and I settle into my chair. This is crazy, letting two strangers into my room. But the thrill is real. I live for the excitement, right? That’s what I kept telling myself when he was drunkenly insulting me, unable to cum, forcing me to go on even when my lips were bleeding—
The door opens and they’re there. “Welcome to my room,” I say brightly, getting up.
The newcomer is older, with salt and pepper hair, and dressed business casual. “So you’re the host, and he’s the visitor, right? Do you mind if I shower quickly?”
“Be my guest.” We wait as he showers. When he steps out, he is in his boxers. He seems to take command of the situation, puts his hands on his hips and looks at Ty. “Why don’t you get naked,” he says.
I’ve forgotten my manners. We both strip down, and Ty kneels in front of him.
“Are you good?” the man asks.
“I think so,” Ty says. “He’s the more experienced one.”
“I’m actually teaching him everything I know,” I say.
“Oh,” says the man. “Then you can both share.”
Ty kneels and wraps his plump lips around the man’s cock, moving his torso to pump it in and out.
Suddenly the man plants his hands around Ty’s head and starts to fuck his mouth. He turns to me. “What do you think of his technique so far?”
“Well, to be honest, you’re making it easy.”
“Oh?”
“With your hands on his head, you’re giving him information about the rhythm you want.”
The man chuckles. “So, if I just stood here with my hands behind my back, it would be more challenging?”
“Yeah, not that you should do that …”
“Let’s see what skills you’ve got,” the man says. He grabs my head and fucks my mouth. “Tyrone, look at how he takes it. See, he’s breathing through his nose.”
I have to admit it is kind of effortless. I also automatically pivot my forehead against his belly, so I don’t have to move my whole torso back and forth. After a minute he grabs my head and pulls me off, then points his dick at Ty again.
Ty takes over, letting the man fuck his mouth. I can see he’s tearing up, the way I used to. “Try sticking your tongue out,” I tell him. “It flattens it, lets you go in further.”
He pulls off. “What do you mean, can you show me?”
I show him my flattened tongue against my lower lips, then let the man plunge his dick deep down in my throat again. I can feel my nostrils flare as I’m forced to breath through them.
“Yeah, he knows what’s hes doing. Good boy,” the man says. “Now you try it.”
I see him stick out his tongue, and the man face fucks him deeply. He gags, leaving strands of white mucous, but he’s able to take it down farther than before.
“Who gets my load?” the man says.
“You can take it, if you want,” I offer, being gracious.
Ty shakes his head. “We can just keep alternating, and whoever gets it, gets it.”
I nod, and take my place, getting mouth fucked. The man decides how long, and he takes it out and Ty takes over. After a moment, he takes it out again, and we both lick the sides. “Keep going, and you guys can share my load,” he says.
I see Ty licking the sides and I do too, trying to keep up, fluttering my tongue up and down my side of its length. The man gasps, and we can both hear our progress as he verbally tells us as he gets closer and closer. He braces himself, leans back a little, and with a loud grunt I feel the first shot land on my cheek. The man grabs his dick and puts the tip into Ty’s mouth and he licks it, only to have it immediately pulled out and placed into mine. I taste the shot, delicious and copious, and then he yanks it out and puts it between us so we can both lick up the shots as they dribble from his tip.
“Oh man, thanks.” the man says, as he gets dressed. “You’re definitely experienced,” he says to Ty. “You both are. You know, I haven’t been with two guys at once since college, so I was a little nervous to come, but that was amazing.”
“That was amazing,” I say after he leaves.
“So what are your plans?” Ty grins. “I don’t want to be like that guy you wrote and stay too long …”
“No not at all!” But unfortunately I had an event to go to, and the fantasy had to end.
For today at least.