He struts through the door of my hotel room, drops his bag and stretches, showing off his lithe body. We exchange pleasantries, and he announces he’s going to use the shower.
“Feel free to peek, if you want,” he says, winking.
Yes, I do. I gawk at him through the mirror as he soaps up his bubble butt. When he turns around, I gasp. He really does have a 7” cock, just like his profile says. It hangs down low, still soft. He sees me looking and smiles as he scrubs his armpits.
When he’s done, he walks out of bathroom with the towel, but doesn’t bother to dry off. Instead he comes right up to me as if he can’t wait. I wrap my arms around him and nibble his neck, and he immediately moans in pleasure.
I gaze into his eyes. “In our texts, you said you wanted me to lick and touch every part of you.” I let my hands wander over his smooth skin, down his back. I grab on to his ass cheeks as I pull him toward me. I lower my head to his hairless chest and bite down softly on his tiny nipple.
“Oh daddy, yes I do. Let’s go to the bed. Every part of me is yours.” His voice is syrupy and gay. He climbs onto the white comforter on the king sized bed, and lays on his front, and sticks his ass up slightly. His skin glistens from the water drops on it. I see his dick pointed back against the fabric.
“Oh daddy, you like your little twink, don’t you? And my big cock. Tell me how much you want the cock.”
I get onto the bed, feeling the wetness on it and move my face up to his hairless ass. “I want your cock so bad,” I tell him. I bury my face in it, feeling its warm, smooth wetness against my cheeks, and I squeeze my tongue into its depths.
Almost too quickly, he starts to moan again, as if my lips are the greatest thing ever.
“Your tongue is so good, daddy. Oooh,” he moans. “Tell me what you would do for my cock. Would you want to buy me some underwear later?”
Did I hear him right? I grunt something unintelligible and keep licking as he moans in pleasure. Soon he lowers his ass to the bed again and turns around, gazing up at me with a look of pure, practiced innocence.
I lay down on the pillow beside him. He rolls onto his side, rubbing his butt against my dick. I reach over and pull his body over mine, wrapping my leg around his, and pinch his nipple. He shrieks in pleasure as I run my other hand over his body, finally grasping his large, stiffening dick. It’s so big I can only grasp a small portion of it.
“Oh Daddy,” he moans and arches his back against my chest. I continue to stroke him and twist his nipples and bury my face against his neck, peppering him with kisses. “Daddy, I want to feel your mouth on my cock, please Daddy, can I?”
I let him go and he squirms off of me, leaving a trail of wetness from the shower on my chest hair, then spreads his legs for me. I gaze at his delicious dick that towers over his hairless butt crack. I fall before him on my belly, and start to lick his tight balls. He reaches down and grasps his dick between two fingers, aiming it for me and I take it into my mouth, all the way down, letting him feel the depths of my throat. I look up at him and he’s watching me with a sly grin.
“Yes Daddy, you enjoy your twink cock. I’m all yours.” He gasps as I begin to suck his dick, letting it slide through my tightened lips. “Enjoy it, because you know it’s not going to be free.”
Startled, I almost choke on it. I manage to recover and grunt again as I keep sucking. What is this? His profile doesn’t mention anything about being a prostitute. All it says is he’s an asian twink with a 7” dick, and when I texted him he was only too happy to come over for me to blow him.
He raises his thighs into the air again, reaches down and presses my face down into his ass. He holds his ass cheeks open for me so I can plunge my tongue further into his hole. He’s constantly moaning in pleasure. Is he faking?
I lick him a few minutes, but my mind is racing. Finally I take a break and look up at him. “This is nice, but uh– I my friend is going to call me at—” I glance at the clock. “At 9:50.”
He looks down into my eyes. “Oh,” he says. His dick begins to droop before my eyes. “So I should go?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “Sorry.”
He avoids looking at me, gets up and starts to gather his things. When he’s dressed, he turns around. “Well, thank-you for getting together. I hope this was OK for you…”
“Yeah,” I nod. “It was really hot. You … seemed to know all the right things to say.”
“Good,” he says. “It was nice to meet you too. If you’re ever in Toronto again …”
I nod to him as he leaves. I get back onto my phone, trying to salvage the night. There are a few regulars here who know me, but they aren’t responding at the moment, so settle down to watch some of The Boys on Amazon Prime.
Later on I receive another text from him. He’s checked out my blog.
Turns out he was thought I was into findom (financial domination) but he was so horny he forgot to ask.
It’s 8:30 in the evening and we’re standing on the street corner in Chengdu. All around us, scooters whiz past, weaving in and out of the traffic. My heart is racing. Normally I feel excited about a hookup. This time is different. Suddenly, I turn and grab Alex’s shoulder.
“Alex, I–” I don’t know what to say. “You’re my best friend and I–I don’t want to drag you into this…”
Alex stops and looks at me. He smiles. “Pete, don’t worry about it. You came all this way to see me, and I want to make sure you have a good time. I mean it. I want to do this.”
The white car pulls up to the curb. I hold his arm and don’t move. “I know. It feels like it’s OK now. But … this might be the start. It can drag you down. After this, you can’t do more. Promise me! If anything were to happen with you and Amber–”
For an instant, fear crosses his eyes. “She can never know about this.”
The driver rolls down the window and glares at us. I take a deep breath and open the back door and we get in. The driver holds his phone screen up to me, showing me a number.
“Dui,” I say, confirming it’s the right car. He floors it and the car accelerates into the traffic, whizzing through the streets of one of China’s largest cities. Chengdu is also the undisputed gayest city in the country. Despite this, I haven’t had much luck. Back in Beijing, where my flight landed, people were interested in me and I had no problem arranging a meetup or two. Everyone wanted to know my length. Here, there are ten times the number of people on the grid, but they are are jaded and either don’t respond, or just text back a ridiculous dollar amount.
The taxi pulls up to an apartment mega-complex. The vast walls around it have a single gate – a turnstile with imposing, impassible bars. You can only get in by getting your face scanned by a touchscreen.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask Alex as I open the Blued chat. We both gaze at the hot photo of the man, Laurence. He was eager for the excuse to use his English name. He smiles in the picture, but we’re only looking at his perfectly defined abs.
“He is so hot! Like a movie star,” Alex says, almost drooling.
“Dao-le,” I text. Here. “Yeah, I was so surprised he said we could come. It’s almost too good to be true.”
We wait. People are constantly coming in and out of the gate, but it is impossible to tailgate. You’d get crushed by the turnstile.
“That’s him,” Alex says.
Laurence comes out and offers his hand. I shake it as Alex and him exchange pleasantries that I don’t yet understand. He motions for us to enter. He uses his face to open the gate for each of us in turn before following after us.
We take the elevator up. I recognize that he’s asking Alex if I can speak Mandarin. “Yi dian’er,” I respond. A little.
We get to his door, but in the apartment hallway just outside his door there is a shelf of many pairs of slippers and shoes. He carefully puts on a pair of slippers and then motions for us to put our shoes into the cupboard. He goes in, then comes out with two brand-new pairs of slippers, still in the wrappers. We both tear off the wrappers and slip them on.
His apartment is beautiful, with white floors, white walls, and a bamboo trim. A white velvet couch faces a giant TV.
Laurence suggests that we shower. I tell him, through Alex, that we’ve already showered. He seems fine with this, but ushers us into the bathroom and hands me a paper-wrapped object. Chopsticks? I tear it open and find a fresh toothbrush. Its handle is made from bamboo. I nod to him, then carefully wash my hands and brush my teeth. Back in the living room, Alex asks him a few questions.
He offers us a drink. I don’t want to impose, but I say yes to some water. It’s been a hot day. Laurence fetches it, handing the bottle to me wrapped in a napkin, and then settles on the couch between us. He grabs his phone and finds a movie to cast onto the big TV. I don’t even remember which one it is, because my eyes are on him. He seems nervous because he avoids looking at either of us, instead staring straight at the TV. Slowly I inch my hand over his legs and towards his dick.
“Beat you to it.” Alex laughs. His hands are already in the guy’s pants. I see that Laurence’s dick is rock hard, already peeking out of his waistband.
I continue to fondle his leg as I slide my hand up through the bottom of his shorts.
“Oh my god, look at those abs,” Alex says in English. He’s running his hands up into our host’s shirt.
Laurence laughs nervously and says something to Alex, and Alex responds in Chinese.
I notice Alex working Laurence’s cock head, and it is already wet with pre-cum. “Careful,” I tell him. “I think this guy will be a quick one.”
Alex chuckles. “He can always go again.”
“No.” I push his hands away. “Most people are one shot. You have to go around it. And go very slow.”
Our host looks down at his own dick in embarrassment. He turns to Alex and says something. Alex shakes his head.
“He wanted to shower, but I told him he doesn’t have to, and you’re actually turned on more if he doesn’t.”
How well my friends know me!
While Alex rubs Laurence’s nipples, I reach over and yank his shorts down to his knees.
“Ying gai zai na’er tian ni?” I ask. Where would you like me to lick you? Laurence just grins nervously as I move my face down to his balls. I get on the floor in front of him before he speaks again.
“He suggested we move to the bed,” Alex says.
I nod enthusiastically and we move over to the bedroom. Once we’re inside, Laurence turns off the lights. Alex seems to argue with him.
“I told him we want to see him.”
“The customer is always right,” I tell him as I rip off my shirt and shorts and get into bed with them. Alex relays the information.
“With quick ones,” I tell Alex, “You have to go around it very carefully.” I lower my face to the guy’s crotch and very slowly lick his nuts. They are smooth and clean, as if he had freshly showered. Laurence squirms. He emits a short gasp with every stroke of my tongue. Encouraged, I settle down on my belly between his legs, grab both his thighs and press my face in between his firm ass cheeks.
He lifts his ass up, allowing me to press forward, forcing my tongue into his clean hole. His skin feels like silk against my cheeks. I hear him continue to moan as Alex strokes his cock. When I look up, Alex has his face against his chest, working his nipples. I work my way up his body, lingering too long on his abs. I caress them, and it feels like soft velvet sliding over a rippled steel surface. Soon I am hovering over his nipple.
“Do you like it hard or gentle?” I ask in English. Simple enough words.
“Hard!” he answers, between gasps. I find his nipple with my teeth and bite down, squeezing it and rubbing with my tongue. He moans loudly and bucks his hips up against my waist.
It’s time to end the torture. I go down and slurp the tip of his cockhead into my mouth. It is firm and soft all at once, and very slippery. Like licking a dolphin. All at once, I plunge my face down on it. Laurence gasps, seemingly in pain, but still he bucks his hips and enters my throat and begins to thrust himself upwards, jack-rabbit style, before stopping himself.
I slide off and carefully grab his dick with my hand. “In China, you are very big.” I tell him. He understands and smiles. I feel his hand on my head, pushing me down to his dick again.
I slurp it in, and I can taste his pre-cum oozing out. It is delicious and salty. I take it all into my mouth and just rest there, moving only my tongue in a swirl around it. I can hear him gasping as Alex works on his nipples.
“Wo hui she, wo hui she,” he says. “Shou, shou.”
Alex looks up. “He says he’s close. Use your hands.”
I grab his dick in my palms and stroke it. His moans get so loud the neighbours must hear us.
“He says go faster,” Alex says.
I do, stroking it furiously as he bucks his body up against me. Alex firmly presses on his chest to keep him down, leaving him to writhe on the bed.
“Pete, he’s ready!” Alex suddenly exclaims just as I feel the guys hands on my head again. The exact moment I place my mouth over his dick, I feel the first shot blast against my lips. I quickly engulf his penis with my mouth. I plunge deep down, and feel him pulse as he writhes again. Alex is holding him down with all of his strength now, and I can feel him shooting his load into my mouth. It tastes delicious. I remain there, motionless, as pulses subside. After a moment, he squirms again and starts to giggle.
“He says it gets ticklish.”
I laugh, then slide my feet onto the floor and get up. Suddenly Laurence looks at me with wide eyes. Did I do something wrong? After I put on my shorts I finally realize what it is and sheepishly slide my feet into the slippers he bought us.
As I get dressed, Alex converses with him a little. It turns out that despite there being so many guys in Chengdu, he’s never had a boyfriend.
As we are leaving the apartment complex, Alex has a big grin on his face. He has a skip in his step and I can barely keep up. He hasn’t had this kind of fun in a long time. “He’s gorgeous! How could he not have a boyfriend?”
I grin. “Isn’t it obvious? After the first date, they probably forget to wear the slippers.”
I’m waiting in the Black Canary espresss bar in Toronto. From the second floor coffee shop, actually part of a comic book store, I’m able to see out onto the thriving crowds on Yonge street. I notice a young Asian man walking across the intersection, looking down at his phone, and I think, “Is that him?”
My instinct is correct and I get a message. “I’m here.”
“Blue shirt?” I ask.
The man across the street shields his eyes from the sun and looks around. He gazes at me through the window and I wave.
“Come down?” he messages.
A moment later I’m walking with him down the hallways of the Chelsea hotel toward my room. He’s nervous, and that’s why he wanted to meet in a public place.
The man looks 22ish, but is actually 26. His black bangs hang over his eyes. He’s still jet-lagged from his flight from Beijing. The 12 hour journey takes days to recover from.
Although he went to school in Canada, it is only today, for the first time in his life, that he is finally free. No more weeks of studying for exams. No more constant pressure to succeed. Most importantly, no more pretending! Here, a world away from his parents and judgemental friends, Canada offers him the freedom to explore. All he has to do is find a career.
But he has priorities. Yesterday, bleary-eyed and fresh off the plane, he got his bank account and cell phone plan. Today, he found me on Grindr.
When staying in a hotel, I learned a while ago the value of a daily tip to the housekeepers. My room is freshly cleaned and smells wonderful. The white bed sheets are crisp and neatly folded. It also helps them to overlook it when I have visitors. My new friend and I both take our shoes off and he stands there awkwardly.
“I’m a little nervous,” he says.
“It’s OK to be nervous,” I tell him. “To me, it’s part of the fun.”
“Aren’t you concerned about who you meet? What if they are dangerous?”
I take a deep breath before answering. We are literally blocks from the gay village, where Bruce MacArther committed dozens of murders, using hookup apps, while the gaycist police refused do anything.
“I’ve never had a problem,” I tell him. “Most people are good people, and I am careful about whom I talk to.”
“OK,” he says.
“Since you are nervous, why don’t you get on the bed. I’ll give you a massage first. That should help. Take off your shirt.”
He pulls his shirt over his head. He is tall and thin and I can see his perfect abs as he carefully folds his shirt and places it on my chair. He lays on the soft white bedding and spreads out his arms. I take in his tanned, lithe form, with wisps of wiry black hair under his arms. I strip to my underwear, and kneel over his curvy butt, which is still in his shorts. I rub my hands together to warm them. Fuck, I don’t have any massage oil in the hotel room. I run my bare hands up along his spine, pressing hard against his shoulder blades, then slide them back along his sides in a swimming motion. After a few minutes of this he gives a contented sigh.
“You know, this is only my second time with someone,” he says slowly, between long relaxed breaths.
“Oh really? Tell me about the first time.”
He sighs, closes his eyes. “It was two years ago, and I was exploring, coming to terms with who I was. I met a guy. But it turns out he lied to me.”
“Two years ago,” I repeat, barely believing it.
“Yeah. It was bad.”
The skin on his back is hot on my palm now, and beginning to turn red for lack of oil. I decide that today, I am going to give him something to remember. Something good.
“Are you nice and relaxed now?” I pat his bum. “Lets get those shorts off.”
With trepidation, he helps me slide his shorts and boxers down over his rear. I pull them down his legs. When I get them off, I fold them for him and place them on the chair over his shirt.
His butt is so perfect. Finally the fun can be begin. I grab it in my palms, and give them a squeeze. His body is mine, and as we agreed in the chat, I would be telling him what to do. He likes that. Right now, I just wanted to feel his butt cheeks. I rub them, squeeze them, then spread them apart, opening up his crack. Then I bury my face between them and start to lick.
He immediately gasps, so I press my tongue against his hole. It is clean. I lick it all over, pointing my tongue and drawing letters over it. It is like a game, trying to get him to gasp louder. It works when I put my whole mouth over it, pretend it is lips and literally make it out with his asshole. He buries his face in the pillow and makes a sound between laughing and cries of pain.
“Are those good sounds?” I ask.
“Yes,” he tells me incredulously.
He’s mine, so I’m gonna make him to my favourite things. “I’m going to lie here,” I tell him. “I want you to get up and get over my face. I want you to sit on my mouth.”
I lay down beside him on the comfortable hotel blanket, and he carefully lowers his ass over my face. The whole time, he is looking into my eyes. I open my mouth and lick him, and for the first time I examine his penis, pointing into the air inches from my face. It is fully erect and red, nearly 4 inches long.
But I can’t stop looking at his face. His wide-eyed expression changes every time I swipe my tongue across his anus. It is so hot to see his reactions.
Before long though, I reach up and run my finger down his penis, and point to my mouth. He gets the hint, and puts his arms down on the bed for balance. He is crouching down over my face as he tilts his body down, still staring with awe as he slowly slides his penis into my open mouth. His whole body tremors.
I close my lips around it and suck. He draws a sharp breath and his eyes close. His mouth hangs open as he is overcome by the pleasure of having his dick inside something warm for the second time ever.
When he pulls it out, I ask him, “Do you like that?”
“Yes!” he answers, and lowers his body again, starting to thrust into my waiting lips. After a few times though, he suddenly draws it out. I see his penis throbbing and I realize he must have stopped because he was getting close.
“Remember you are not allowed to cum until I say.”
“Yes. OK.”
“Get on the floor and stand up.” I tell him. He does so, confused, until I shuffle my body over to the side of the bed, lean my head back over. “Today I’m going to show you everything. This is one of my favourite positions.”
He knows what to do. He walks over and crouches over my face. I stare into his shaved underside while he works up the courage to slide into my mouth. When he fucks, I see his balls flattening repeatedly against my nose. He soon slows down, and gasping, pulls it slowly away.
“OK. Get on the bed, on your back. I’ll take it easy for a while.”
He flops down like a rag doll, seemingly too tired or relaxed to move. With my feet anchored on the floor, I slide my belly up the bed between his legs, and gently lick his balls, being careful not to touch his still throbbing penis. His face is turned upwards to the ceiling in an expression of pure pleasure, and I can see his back teeth.
After focusing on his ass and balls for a while, I start to give his penis more attention again. I slowly go from licking it to closing my mouth around it, to sliding up and down on its shaft. Like most guys, he is curved slightly upwards, and this is not the best position for depth.
“I’m going to move upside down like this,” I tell him. “No, you stay there.” I put my knees down around his shoulders. From this angle, I go down on him, and he is able to fully slide his dick down the curve of my tongue into my throat. I’m surprised by how far he can go. It must have gotten larger from our activities.
My underwear covered butt is in over his face, and I am surprised to feel him lifting his face, nuzzling his nose into my perineum through my PUMP briefs. I take this as encouragement and start to suck him of. When he starts to thrust I simply remain still to let him.
I taste salty precum filling my mouth. He is getting close, so I get beside him. I nuzzle his neck, giving him soft kisses to let him calm down.
“What was your favourite so far?” I ask him.
“That one. That is my favourite!” he tells me.
“Then we will do that again, but last.” My other hand is stroking him, and I whisper in his ear. “No cumming. Unless it’s in my mouth.”
“Do you want me to cum?”
“Nah, ” I tell him. “I want you to beg for it.”
With that, I get down between his legs again, and very slowly lick his balls, then up his shaft, and swirl my tongue around it. But when I finally look up, he is facing the ceiling again.
Faking anger, I get up and grab the pillows behind him, moving them forward under his upper back. “I want you to watch me,” I order. “Never take your eyes off me.”
This time, as I lick him, he stares down. My eyes are locked on his, and I can see every move I make echoed on his face, in the tiny twitches he makes. When I hit a particularly sensitive area, his head settles back against the pillow
“No. Look at me!” I tell him.
His head pops up again and he forces his eyes open, to watch as I plunge my mouth down on his member.
“But I want to cum!”
Immediately I stop. “OK. We will go back to your favourite. Then,” I say deliberately, “I am going to let you cum in my mouth.” Slowly I get up and turn my body, lift my leg over his head, and plant my knees down on either side of him. I lower my head down, and slowly suck his penis into my mouth until it is down my throat and I am almost gagging.
Behind me, he gasps, and feel him lift his head up. He is rubbing my perineum again through my briefs. I let my weight down, shoving my tightly covered balls down onto his chin. He loves it. At once, he excitedly begins to thrust his dick up from the bed into my mouth. All I have to do is stay still. With each thrust I hear him give a high pitched muffled cry, and I can feel his hot breath moisten my briefs. His thighs are getting sweaty now as he thrusts his crotch frantically into my facehole. I am gripping his cock between my lips, smiling, because I know in all his life he has never experienced these sensations.
And now I can taste it, salty and crisp, and when I feel his penis pulsing against my upper lip I know he is finally shooting his load. I have been edging him for 45 minutes, and making him wait. And for two years, maybe all his life, he has never been able to ejaculate into anything except his hand. He’s stopped thrusting now, but he’s still gasping while his penis pumps an impossible amount of sperm deep inside my warm wet mouth. I suck and squeeze it with my lips, milking it out of him, until he finally yelps and pulls away.
I roll off of him, slide my arm under his back, and hold him close to me while he pants and recovers. It takes two gulps for me to swallow his load. He is silent for a few minutes.
“Are you still nervous?” I ask him.
Eyes closed, he smiles. “No,” he says, barely moving his lips, nearly falling asleep in my arms.
This Filipino boy is hot stuff and he knows it. He live casts on Blued and has tons of fans and reputation. On the casts, he has stylish hair, chats in his smooth voice with dozens of fans. Sometimes I watch but I can’t understand the language. I just sit and stroke my cock, listening to his sexy voice.
I met him before he was famous, in the laundry room of his apartment one morning. He was 18 and it was one of his first hookups. He must have liked it, because three years later he always manages to find me on Grindr, Blued, and Snapchat even while cycling through multiple accounts.
Tonight, after all this time, he invites me to his place. He lives over a plumbing store, and an upstairs storeroom, barely furnished, has been rented out to people on the cheap. It’s nearly midnight. He meets me at the storefront, and I can barely make out his figure through the glass commercial door. He turns the latch and cracks open the heavy door. “Just go upstairs,” he says as he begins the long procedure of re-locking the door. Everything is dark and I almost stumble over the boxes of products covering the stairs to the storerooms. Soon he follows and beckons for me to come into his room
It’s dark here too, and cramped. There is a couch by the door and it’s clear we will not be going inside any further. He looks at me intensely and shoves his thumb into his shorts, slowly pushing them down. I reach over and grope his erection through the fabric
“Want me to sit down?” he asks.
“If you want to, sure!”
He reclines on the couch and opens his legs for me. His underwear is just below his knees, keeping them together but I manage to kneel and squeeze in between his thighs. I bend down and ever so slowly lick his ass crack under his nuts, and he moans. “You have really big balls,” I tell him. They are like apples resting on the couch, hairless and smooth and still damp from the shower. I mouth one and then the other.
I can’t remember anything from our first encounter, so I start off gradually and then speed up, bobbing my head. He seems to enjoy it, but after an eternity I start to get tired. I’m sweating. I have to stop, and I look up at him. “You can move my head if you want,” I tell him.
“Oh really? Sure.” He grips my head, suddenly pushing it down until my lips mash against his pubic bone. His cock is deep inside me now. I can’t breath. “Ooooh yeeeaaah,” he says and he starts to move my head around. But not up as I expected. He moves me in a circle, like waxing a car. I have to hold my breath even longer to keep from gagging as I feel his cock head shifting inside my throat. After a few laps, he slowly lifts me up, almost to the tip. I gulp in some air before he pushes me all the way down again. “Oooooh yeah that feels good.” Slowly up and slowly down, then around for many seconds while I can’t breath.
Aside from the breathing part, this is much much slower than I was doing it. If only I’d known! I’m gonna have to make this offer more often…
“I’m gonna stand up, you ok with that?” he asks.
He stands up and his cock is jutting out inches from my face. He grabs my head and shoves into my mouth once more. “Ooooooooooohh yeah.” He moans again. Soon my face is turned upwards to face him. He uses it to support his weight as he leans into my face and fucks.
Relishing the opportunity, I grip his ass, shamelessly feeling him up, running my fingers around to map out every detail in the darkness. It is clenched tight and firm, and as he has arched his back upwards there are ripples in the flesh. I let my fingers fall into his crack and try to pry it open a little, but it will not yield while he is clenched and focused on thrusting his pelvis at my warm mouth.
He’s getting more frantic now, almost hitting my teeth and I gotta focus on keeping them out of the way. Nothing but my lips can touch his wildly thrusting penis. “Ooooh yeaaah… ooh yeah,“ his rhythmic moans rise in pitch.
“I’m gonna cum!”, he tells me, as a courtesy, but still he grips the top of my head so I can’t let go or do anything. He’s silent and keeps thrusting for another full minute. I hold my breath, not daring to move. The world stands still, until I feel him shooting. My mouth fills with his delicious load and he pounds it back down my throat.
Finally he stops and stands there with his dick hanging out of my mouth and lets me suck him. I stay there for him, being very gentle and he dips the slackening tip in and out of my mouth a couple of times, letting the remainder come out. I very gently suckle him
“It’s getting ticklish,” he says, making a face and I know it is time to go.
It’s not even 8am, and I’m standing in a hallway at the door of an apartment in Toronto. I fumble for my phone and double check the message.
“Door’s unlocked, u can come in and lock the door and come to my room and suck me.”
Heart pounding, I open the door. The bright sunny apartment is welcoming, but I feel like a prowler as I turn around and try to figure out the door lock. It won’t turn. I glance over my shoulder, half expecting a woman to walk out of the bedroom and start screaming. Finally I get the door closed by pulling it slightly while turning the deadbolt.
I round the kitchen island and can see into the bedroom. A pair of tan brown legs is sprawled out on the floor mattress. I get closer and see his cock and massive round balls. The thin 24yo asian guy smiles at me. “Hi,” he says.
Relieved, I take off my shirt and shorts and drop them by the bedroom door. I turn to look at him. Two years ago, back in Montreal, we’d chatted on Jack’d and he invited me over from my hotel. He liked my style, and I visited him each morning I was there there. Now I’m on a business trip again and we would pick up from where we’d left off. He is tall and slender, and just as I’d written, his balls are like a massive tennis ball. I collapsed forward onto the mattress and give them a sniff. I don’t think he’s showered yet. Wonderful! I give them a long lick, eager to taste his musk.
“Oh yeaaaahhhhh,” he says and shifts his legs to give me access to his scrotum. I lick it, and dig my tongue between the skin of his thighs.
“Better get that precum,” he says. I reach out and shift his cock, and see a slick drop oozing out of the slit. I suck on it like a lollipop, tasting the sweet salty flavour of his juices.
Suddenly his pulls his crotch away, getting up onto his knees. “Lay down,” he tells me. Having reviewed my story on the way here I’m excited to lay down because I know what he likes. I put my head into the dent of the pillows where his was just a second ago and wait.
He puts a knee over my chest and sidles up to my head. He grasps his dick and slaps my cheek a few times with it, smiling at the power he has over me. Finally he straddles my whole face and dips his massive ball sack into my mouth.
I lick it and my eyes drink in the curves of the most intimate parts of his body. He is small and lean, yet his butt has cute curves. I suck it and try unsuccessfully to get even one ball through my lips. They are too big. Instead, I lightly tease them and very slightly nibble the silky smooth skin with my teeth.
With a slight shift of his hips, he jabs his dick against my lips. “Suck that cock.” I open up and he stares into my eyes, gleefully watching his dick plunge into my mouth. He reaches behind himself and into my own underwear, pulls out my own massive hardon and strokes it with one hand.
“You like that?” he asks. “You want more?” He pulls out and then swings himself around, planting his butt in my face as he spreads his cheeks. I obediently stick out my tongue, and plunge it into his tight asshole. He gives a cute squeak of pleasure every time I do.
He shifts his body again, leans forward, and with one hand pushes his cock out and over my waiting lips. When we have contact, he lowers himself into my mouth again, and I feel my nose being smothered by his balls. At the same time I feel his soft warm lips around my own cock head. He gently sucks the tip, gingerly tasting it. I show him my pleasure my massaging his cock in my mouth with my tongue. He gasps with pleasure and my dick falls to my abdomen as he begins to fuck my face.
After a few moments, makes me get up and again takes my place on the bed, lying face up. I quickly get between his legs and start to suck on his cock, plunging it all the way in and out. I can tell he’s close now.
“You want to swallow?” he asks.
“Mmmm hmmmm,” I moan, not wanting to release it for a second.
“Oh yeaahhh, oh fuck, suck that cock,” he breaths, and then digs his elbows into the mattress, lifting his butt off the blanket, shoving himself further through my lips. I keep moving my tongue in circling motions, so even if he doesn’t move he can’t help but get stimulated. But then he starts to thrust his hips and I can taste more precum as it leaks from his dick.
I feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. His body leans to the side as In the throws of by pleasure he’s able to balance on one arm as he frantically humps up into my face.
“Fuck man, suck that cum out,” he orders, as a second later his dick pulses in my mouth and expels the first blob of his seed. Quickly I plunge down on his member so he can feel the pleasure of shooting his load as deeply as possible. Only in the heat of the moment I had forgotten the secret of his massive balls. He quickly fills my throat and, unable to swallow with my mouth full of cock, I feel myself start to choke on his cumload. I sputter and mange to keep it down. Finally, his butt collapses back onto the bed and my head follows. I massage out the last drops with my lips as he lays there panting.
As I get dresssed, I tell him, “I’m real glad we could get together.”
“You know, I was just at your hotel visiting my friend when you snapchatted me,” he says.
“What what an amazing coincidence that you’re living in Toronto now.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I might move back to Montreal soon.”
