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Training Ty

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.

Draining in the dark

“Looking now?” comes the mid-afternoon message. I was on campus, studying in the library.

“Yeah. You got a place?”

“I do, but I want you to drain me on campus.”

“Got a place in mind?”

“You tell me, you know the spots.”

Now how would he know that? I pull up his picture and zoom in. It’s a selfie, on the beach, his boyish smile above his chiseled abs. I don’t believe I’ve met him.

The messages come in quick succession. “I want you waiting for me in the dark. Wait for me naked, on your knees, lights off. Understood?”

I think that I love him. I tell him where my second favourite bathroom was, the one with the light switch. I’ll take some pictures so he knows where to go.

“I’ll be free in about 30 minutes,” he writes back.

OK. A few minutes later I scope out the place. Yes, it is in a busy hallway, but the doors lock. We have to do the trick I learned long ago. “When you get here, knock quietly and I’ll let you in.”

“Better be naked.”

I use my phone light to examine the empty bathroom. It’s spacious. I throw away a Tim Horton’s cup someone left on the sink, then I pile my clothes on the floor. No, he might trip if I leave them there. I moved them under the sink, and waited to get used to the dark. The tile is cold against my feet.

Too soon for my fluttering heart, someone very clearly knocks on the door. I get behind it and let it open. He comes in and quickly closes the door. I can’t see his face, but I know he is tall. I take my place in the corner of the room, crouching on my knees back against the two walls. Ready for him.

He lowers his pants and pulls out his cock, gives it a few strokes. It looks hard already, but as soon as I mouth it I know it’s an illusion. It’s still soft, he is just really big. I quickly and expertly suck him to hardness, and he lets out a breath as I deep throat him.

As soon as his cock leaves my throat, he starts to thrust. He leans against the two walls of the corner, and with all his weight he thrusts into me, hitting the back of my throat. Each thrust draws out more wetness, but I have learned that despite the mess it is important to keep it as lube. I used my hands to spread it around his long shaft. He must be almost 9 inches long but it’s impossible to tell in the dark.

“Sorry I didn’t shave,” he says, momentarily dropping his dom persona.

I chuckle, then have to explain: “Don’t worry, it’s so long it’s really not a problem.” I physically can’t reach his pubes with his cock jutting out of my mouth.

I take over and bob my head quickly.

“Slow down. Just enjoy the cock,” he said.

I do as instructed. I use the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His shirt is gone and I reach up his back and let my hands glide down his firm buttocks. They are clenched together now. I let my hands slide against his skin, now goose-pimpled, feeling his thigh bones, and then down to his balls, which hang down below my chin, now thoroughly wet from my mouth. I play with them, appreciating the feeling of having my hands wrapped around another man’s precious jewels.

He starts thrusting again now, and my hands move to his butt to help push him into my face. I can smell his crotch scent with every breath

“Use your hand.” he orders.

I reach up, and grip his slippery shaft, alternately pulling and pushing on it as he thrusts into my mouth.

“Squeeze.”

“Mmmm?”

“Squeeze it hard.” he directs.

I squeeze his shaft, harder than I think is nice. I can feel his veins shifting under the skin. How can he be enjoying this? Doesn’t it hurt? I grip harder and he gasps in pleasure, his corpus spongiosum bending in my fist.

“Faster–!”

Squeezing hard, I move my hands up now, dragging his skin along his shaft as I pull and push it through my lips. It is hot as fire now.

“Ooooh yaaahhh,” he moans. “I’m cumming…”

He isn’t, but I don’t stop. A minute later, he presses forward, shoving my neck back toward the wall. His dick hits the back of my throat, and unleashes his massive load. It has nowhere to go but straight down my esophagus.

“Clean it up,” he says. Wow, deja vue.. this part is straight outta one of my stories!

I slowly suck it out, using my fingers to brush the slickness away. He is slowly drying, and I suckle his member for a few minutes more. This guy is fun. No need to rush out.

I wonder if he’s trying to go for round two. But his cock’s at 3/4 mast. I’ve already drained him. I look up, and he seems lost in thought

“Can you do anything else?” he askes me after a while.

What could he mean? He couldn’t want to fuck, could he? “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well, I read differently.”

Ahhhh…. it suddenly clicks together. He’s read my blog! I love it when I meet with fans of my blog — they know exactly what I like.

“You want some piss?” he asks me.

“Yeah!” I excitedly move into position a little lower, back still against the corner of the bathroom.

He stands above me, perfectly still, for many minutes. I’m in heaven, mouth around a cock, smelling his crotch scent as I slip out my own cock and handle it near the floor. But his monster hose will not shrink, especially with its end dangling into my mouth. I can’t help licking it, feeling its ridge with my tongue.

“I’m just on the verge…” he says. I’m not complaining. I stare up at him, but I cannot see his face, only the bottom of his rib-cage as he arcs up and looked toward the ceiling. Today I am his servant, and if he needs me for one hour I then I am prepared to stay there.

“Let me try something.” He turns around to the toilet. My eyes are used to the dim light now, and I can now see his perfectly shaped ass, that I had been feeling up for the past 20 minutes. He puts his hands above his butt, penis dangling over the toilet, mentally getting in the mood to piss.

Now he reaches over and turns on the faucet, and leaves it running. The sound of water does it. He turns his body toward me again, smiling. This time, when my mouth closes around his penis, he takes a deep breath, and a sharp tasting stream of urine squirts into my mouth up against my throat. I cough, almost choking with my lips around his cock, but don’t spill any. He smiles in satisfaction.

Mission accomplished, he quickly does up his belt and leaves me in the darkened washroom.

Cuddles

This hairy chest invites me over one morning. He’s free all day so I finish up what I’m doing and message that I’m free. As I’m about to knock on his door I realize two things: 1) We haven’t exchanged any face pics and 2) he told me not to knock, just message.

The door opens a crack and I slide in. He’s tall and muscular, and brown, and standing in his tight red boxer briefs and a shirt. Christmas was a few days ago and a Christmas tree is lit up in the corner and a few small appliance boxes opened and not yet unboxed scattered around the tree.

“Did you have a nice Christmas?” he asks, making small talk.

“Oh yeah it was great,” I tell him. He invites me to go downstairs, but does not immediately follow. There is a single room down there with a bed and a computer desk. I quickly look over the room to see what kind of guy this is. I see technical books on the shelf, pictures of his parents. I take my shirt off and wait a minute or two until he descends the creaky steps.

“It’s cold down here,” he says, coming up to me.

“We’ll have to make our own heat,” I tell him, smiling.

He wraps his arms around me and I feel how hard he is. His arms chest are very muscular. My hands are cold, but I can’t help but slide them all over his back and arms.

“Come.” he tells me as he rips the comforter off the bed and slides under it, holding it up for me. I slide under with him and snuggle up to him. He holds me with his strong arms and I settle my head against his shoulder, softly kissing his neck. My hands are still freezing, but I grab his ass. I just love holding it, feeling its hard muscles in my hand. He reaches down under the comforter and starts to undo my belt. I help him, squeeze out of my skinny jeans and we kick them out of the bed. Now we are both in our underwear.

I stick my finger into his briefs and pull them down over his penis. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its warmth.

“You’re hands are so cold… I like it!” he says, and thrusts his length through my closed fingers. His pole is very thick and I can’t quite close my hand around it.

Excited now, he gets up onto my belly, towers over me, and I can see his erect penis before me. It is very thick and its pink tip and slit just peeks out from his foreskin. But I am also staring up at the rest of his body.

“You like this?” he says, flexing his biceps.

“I do!” I exclaim, and run my hands up and over his hairy pecs, caressing his hard muscles.

But his penis juts out over my face. I bend my neck up, lick its underside, feeling its heat emanating into my face. Then I open up and take it into my mouth. He gingerly places his hands over the back of my head, in place of a pillow, and pumps his hips, enjoying the wet warmth of my mouth in the cold basement. I suck on it, longing to more of it into my mouth, but from this angle I cannot.

After a while he lays down beside me again, and I go under the comforter, wearing it on my back like a cloak, and go down between his legs. Here I have full access and I start to move my head and suck him.

“I’m close,” he says, and stops me. He grabs my arms and pulls me up to him, and we cuddle each-other some more, enjoying the warmth of each-other’s bodies.

“My name is Jordan,” he tells me.

“I’m Pete. It’s nice to meet you.”

I find his thick penis is irresistible. Soon I am back down again, bobbing my head. This time, he makes no move to stop me. He stretches his legs straight out, on either side of me, and I I feel his powerful thighs squeezing me, holding me in place, as he starts to grunt and moan. His hands are on my head now, fixing my whole body in place, as he thrusts up into my mouth.

He seems to hold himself on the edge, fucking slowly, enjoying every second of it. I reach both hands under his muscular ass and help him, pushing him further and at that moment I hear him moan in satisfaction, as his penis throbs and ejects his tasty load into my waiting mouth. I suck it out with gusto, and as he watches he grabs his cock, squeezing out the last few drops for me.

“That was the best blowjob I have ever had!” he exclaims.

I smile, loving the praise. “Thank-you!”

“You should come over many more times. Will you write about me?”

“I sure will.”

For a Cigar

I’ve been talking to this black guy on Grindr for a while. He’s impressed by my stories, and wants to meet Mr. Dreadlocks.

I’m not going to tell him who it is. A few weeks ago, the pernicious Adam persuaded me (after a visit to my favourite restroom) to reveal who one of my characters was. When contacted, he freaked out. I think I smoothed it over, but I’m not going through that again!

“Can you just tell him about me?”

Not without feeling used like last week’s Kleenex. I’ve been trying to chat this guy up for a month, and he’s just interested in someone else? “Maybe if I got to know you better!” I fire back.

“I’m free.” he says, flashes his address by.

I look it up on the map. 25 minutes away. “OK.”

“Can you do me a favour and get me a small single cigar? I’m waiting for a delivery and can’t leave the house.”

What? A blowjob and a cigar? I don’t know whether to feel indignant or turned on. I don’t want everyone to start asking me for favours. But OK, just this once. I’ll say no to everyone else. Black dick is so rare here, it’s well worth the $1.55.

I’ve never bought a cigarette in my life. I rush into the gas station and, worried that the cashier think I’m buying for a high school student, nervously ask him if he sells cigars. He rolls his eyes and digs them out from a file cabinet under the counter.

I try to exude confidence. “That one over there. The purple ones, uh, purple sweets.”, as if I always bought this exact brand. Shit, I could buy tampons easier than this.

25 minutes later I pull up to his door and he answers.

“Special delivery,” I say, holding out the cigar. He laughs, thanks me. He’s professional looking, well dressed. I’m comfortable here. He offers me some water.

“Finally, I get to meet the famous author,” he grins and settles into the couch.

My eyes are locked on his crotch. “Yeah, I’m very famous I guess!” I tell him, gulping down my water from the large Christmas tree mug. I’m parched by the unusual heat.

I move in front of him. “Let’s get those shorts off.”

In seconds, he’s nude, standing in front of me. I admire his dark skin, completely hairless except for the tiny curls on his crotch. His body feels so smooth it makes me shiver I run my hands down his sides.

He pushes my head down to his nipples. I oblige, sucking on his left one.

He falls back on the couch and I’m between his legs now, slowly licking up his balls and approaching the mottled circumcision scars on his shaft. I taste salt and the delicious scent of his body. I’m too good at this now. It’s like an artform. Five basic moves, varied with more or less suction. I throw in the deep throat for the wow factor. He’s no Mr. Dreadlocks, but his cut penis presses an inch or so into my esophagus.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he says. I stop and then go back to giving him gentle licks up his shaft. He lays back, eyes closed, in ecstasy. I hold him there with my gentle licks. When I mouth him again I feel his cock pulse, and I freeze. Just in time; he lets out a long ragged breath and the moment passes. It’s not over yet.

“Let me see your cock,” he tells me.

I pull down my shorts. I’m not hard yet, but I grow quickly as he puts his mouth over my nipple and flicks it with his tongue. I’m on my knees in front of him and he starts to jack me off. It feels awesome. I pay him back by chewing on his nipples again.

I’m close, but I like to stay horny. “I want to taste your cum,” I tell him, and he settles back, fingers on his nipples. I know just what he likes now. I watch what he’s doing with his fingers, then push them aside, flicking his nipples gently. His penis is in my mouth, and once again, he’s in excstasy, but it won’t last this time. I feel it expand and a moment later I can taste his seed. He watches, eyes wide, and gasps as I gently suck it out of him, swallow, then lay his deflated cock down to rest on his thigh.

“Thanks,” I tell him.

“We’ll have to do this again,” he says, incredulous.

“I hope so.” It’s great to find someone who appreciates my skills and shows it. When I get back to my parked car he’s got a message waiting for me.

“Fun. Now u shud introduce me to dread locks”

I laugh out loud. I can’t believe it. A cyclist glares at me as he whips by my window. OMFG. “Sure thing, I’ll send your pic to him right now.”

Totally used. And I love it.

“I said SUCK IT, bitch.”

I get out of the car into the blackness of night and hear a thousand crickets screaming. This narrow street was carved out of a thick forest with hopeless optimism by some long dead city planner. The windows of the ancient brick houses are empty and dark.

For the first time in a while, I’m scared. I walk behind the drooping branches of some weeping willow trees, out of sight.

The light from my phone assaults my eyes as I scroll through the last message from him. There it is, gleaming in blue:

“Finally i can facefuck u”

“Here.” I text, and turn off the screen.

A minute later a tall dark figure slinks from down the road. He’s wearing dark track pants and a skimpy black tank top. I walk briskly to catch up with him.

“Hi, I’m here to meet someone,” I say, flashing the orange screen on my phone.

“Yeah,” the 18yo smiles, “You’re here to meet me. Is this your car?” He wants to drive somewhere. Okay.

We get in my small two-door Toyota and he looks out the window. “Sorry, I just don’t want to be seen. Actually, can I ride in the back?”

I glance behind at the huge Graco baby seat. “No, not much room. Just crouch down.”

He bends over, head scrunched against my glove compartment. As I drive he directs me down the narrow road and around the corner. Gravel crackles under my tires when I slow to a stop in front of a small dilapidated chapel.

“Please tell me, is there anybody around?” he asks.

“Nobody.”

“Okay.” He unfolds himself and we step out of the car, slowly closing the doors until they just click. He turns and disappears into the thick forest.

There’s no moon tonight, and I stumble over some fallen branches to chase after him.

“Don’t worry, I know this place. I used to come here with my ex.” He lights the way, just barely, with his phone’s screen.

As we walk, he gets close to me and slides his hand across the front of my shorts. I reach over and feel the curve of his ass, and caress his bulge. I’m happily surprised when I touch the smooth rigid head of his penis. It peeks out, pinned against his abs by the elastic of his track pants.

We‘re deep in the woods now. Just when I lose the sense of where the road was, we finally stop in front of a musty moss-covered log.

“Here’s good,” he says.

“Sure.” I take off my shirt and toss it on the leafy ground. We embrace, feeling each-other’s bodies. Then he shoves me down to my knees.

His cock is thick and cut, just as advertised. His glans is like a giant bell at the end, much bigger than the shaft. I run my hands on it. Hard as oak.

Suddenly, he reaches down to my cheek. “Suck it, bitch.” Slap.

Ow. Hot. I take it all in without gagging, silently pleased with my new skill. I feel his hands pressing on the back of my skull, holding me to him. His thick pubic hair scratches my nostrils.

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes. He leans into me, and I’m holding up his weight with my face. The only reason I don’t fall over is my big toe, which is bent backwards on the soft ground behind me. It’s flexed beyond it limits, and I can’t keep my balance for very long. I push his pelvis away and focus on moving up and down, letting my tongue dance against the substantial underside of his cock.

He rewards me with another slap on the cheek. “Stand up.” He yanks me up, then pushes my shorts down. He grabs my penis and gives it a few strokes, but not enough. Then he turns around and falls into me, pushes his ass against my penis. I reach around and keep stroking him. He lays his head back onto my shoulder, exposing his long smooth neck. I gently nibble on him, moving slowly up to his cheek. It looks like we’re going to kiss, but he breaks away.

“You’ve been drinking?” he asks.

“Yeah, a couple of beers earlier.” The only reason I could come out late was because of a rare meetup with old school friends. All of us are in our 30s, and we drank fancy beers and ate tiny plates of gourmet smoked poutine until they tired at 9:30. My wife doesn’t expect me home until midnight.

He pushes me down again, and sharp stones cut into my knees. He raises his tank top, revealing outline of his flat tummy. My eyes are used to the dark now. He stands there and lets me admire his body. His arms and pecs have the defined bulges of a care-free teenager with no body fat. Small muscles, and proud of them. He stares into my eyes and smiles with glee, flashing his white teeth. He reaches down, as if to caress me.

Instead, he slaps my face again. “I said suck it, bitch.”

He shoves his dick into my mouth, and I do my best to not let his giant bell catch on my molars.

“Fuck,” he says. Encouraged, I give it everything, caressing his balls and moving my tongue around his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he says again, exhales in frustration. “These damn mosquitoes!”

Gotta change it up. I let him slide all the way in, and I feel his penis enter my throat. No more gagging. I try to swallow it down for as long as I can, then I’m forced to let up for air.

“Use more suction,” he demands.

Suction? I’ve never used suction before. That’s interesting! I mentally file this away, then I start sucking. Like this? I stare up into his eyes. My cheeks pinch in on the out-stroke.

“Yeah, that’s good. Like really good.”

After a minute he pulls out and holds it in front of my face. “Spit on it.”

I spit, and pity the circumcised men of the world. He arches back, and wet skin smacks together as the teenager coaxes himself toward imminent release.

“Okay, take it in your mouth. Now.” he orders. He stabs it through my lips, and starts to face-fuck me.

Too soon, he stops thrusting, groans, and pumps out a watery load of bitter cum. I swallow it down, and move to get my shorts back on.

In a flash, he bashes his palm against my shoulder, shoving me back to the ground. I get another slap on the cheek. “Clean it up.”

Okay. I put my mouth on it gingerly.

“No! Don’t suck, just clean it.”

Chagrined, I gently swab the tip of his softening penis with my tongue. He holds it out for me, turning it this way and that as it softens and droops. I stay there, my back and knees aching, until all trace of the bitterness is gone.

Back in my car, he crouches in the seat again, cowering. I drop him off in the dark corner of the street, and he vanishes into the night.

I can still taste his twink cum, and I love it.