quick-cummer – Grindr Fantasies

Lust in Translation

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.”

Endurance Tutoring

When he messages, I get excited. This guy never responds unless he is free. Tonight, he is on campus.

First session

I first met him almost a year ago. The shy, 22 year old student from Taiwan invited me over one morning in late April. All of his roommates has already moved out, so he had the place free.

“I’m very sensitive,” he warned me, as he sat on the bed and I knelt before him. His small cock was mouth sized, and I couldn’t resist playing with it with my tongue. In seconds, he gasped and his penis erupted in delicious mouthful of load.

“Wow you weren’t kidding. Next time I’ll go slower,” I told him as I stood up to leave. But he moved away shortly after.

Second session

We would not meet again until September. He had upgraded accommodations, with hardwood floors and a white leather couch in the spacious living room. While he was in the kitchen getting me a bottle of Dasani, I played with my phone. When he got back, I threw it down on the glass coffee table. The stopwatch flicking by second. “We’re going to go at least five minutes,” I told him.

“Ok.” he said. This time he had his laptop beside him. While he was distracted finding porn, it became easier to make him last. I danced my tongue around his balls and the side of his cock, never near the head, and never wrapping my lips around it entirely.

After barely a minute went by, his face contorted. “Uhh.. uh!” I immediately stopped and watched him. People that cum quickly have an incredible ability. He clenched every muscle of his body, and with great effort, heaved a sigh, having held back his orgasm through willpower alone.

“Very good!” I waved toward the counting digits on my phone. “We’re almost there.” Still, I focused lower down his nuts, until he shifted his ass off the leather couch up at me, allowing me to lick him while he watched his porn.

When the timer beeped, he almost jumped up in surprise. I reached behind me to stop it, while still gazing up at him. “Amazing job, see you made it!” I told him. Then I slurped up his penis, massaging it with my tongue. He gave a shocked high pitch yelp. He dug his elbows into the couch cushion and gasped, bucking his hips only three times before ejaculating his thick pent-up load into my tongue. It filled my mouth enough to slosh around, and I knew that I had a new favourite person.

Final exam

So yeah, I’m pretty excited to see him again as I walk down the hallway of the nature building at the University. A man in a cleaning uniform pushes a floor sweeping machine across the shiny linoleum. I wait for him to turn the corner before I knock on the door of the tutorial centre.

At night, the main lights are off, and six half-cubicles line the walls. My host ushers me inside. “My friend left. We should be alone, “ he says. He looks around furtively, then rolls a second chair over to the workstation furthest from the door. “We should go here.”

He sets up his laptop, moving the power brick over to the desk, and I crouch down beside his chair. We’re hidden from the door by the cubical wall separating the stalls, but if anyone takes more than a few steps into the room, they will see us. “Yeah, that’s perfect. If anyone comes, I’ll jump up and pretend we’re working.”

He sits down and slides down his pants, exposing his 4” stiff cock to me, then turns sideways to his laptop. Knowing I have a few seconds while he is distracted, I give his cock a wet sloppy lick, feeling the ridge of the head against my tongue, and the small bump where the skin uniquely puckers and enters the urethra. That part is probably too sensitive, but I just wanted to poke my tongue tip into it and lick up all of his musky scent.

Instead, I rub my cheeks into his soft fuzz, nuzzling his cock against the side of my nose and near my eye. I turn and see Asian men on the laptop screen. One is fingering the other’s pixelated puckered asshole.

We watch it together as I slowly dance my tongue up and down either side of his cock and all over his balls. I do slow laps around his private organs. Whenever I get to the tip, he gasps with pleasure and shifts his hips.

His face is slick with perspiration as he looks down into my eyes. “I want to cum now.”

I smile and at long last, engulf his dick fully between my lips, applying a light suction. He suddenly bucks up against the chair, crying out quick high-pitched moans of pleasure that echos off the walls of the empty room. He lets out a long falsetto gasp as he slammed his groin upward into my face and unleashes his load. It seemed to gush out forever, and I almost choke as some gets into my throat before I can swallow.

Finally his orgasm subsides. Standing up, I swallow and point to the clock. “That was 15 minutes,” I tell him. “You get 99%”

I feel sorry about my bad joke as he looks genuinely shocked and disappointed. “But sir, why not one hundred?”

“Maybe next time!”

One Minute

It takes some time to find his car. He told me he has to leave for work at 3:00 and it’s already 3:15. “It’s the white honda in the right parking lot,” he texts. My right or your right? I step over the puddles in the rain, and find nothing. I hear a honk, and see the nose of a white honda poke out of the space and then back in again. That’s him?

I open the passenger side and step in. Yup, that’s him – he’s black. “Hi, nice to meet you,” I say.

“Yeah, same.” He smiles at me with his white teeth. The 20 year old is thin and lanky, with afro hair that’s a little too big, as if he stepped out of the 80’s. He sits at the steering wheel.

I gesture to the windshield, which is already opaque with fog. “It’s a good thing it’s raining. You can’t see a thing from the outside.”

When I look down at his crotch, he thrusts his seat back and pulls down his red track pants. I get down, one hand on the floor between his legs, the other on the cup holder between the seats, and wrap my mouth around his dark skinned penis. He’s still soft, but I can already tell I won’t need to break a sweat. He has one of the smallest dicks I’ve encountered.

It’s smooth and cut, and I really enjoy sucking on it. I really hope he doesn’t block me. Before long it’s hard and I take a breath before plunging down again. He doesn’t even reach the back of my throat, and I go right down to the tiny black curls of his crotch, inhaling his heady scent.

We didn’t really clarify what to do when he came. There’s been more than one time when a guy pulls out at the last second, wasting his load all over his belly. I’m afraid I’ll have to stop and tell him I swallow.

I feel his hands on the back of my head, pushing me down. He thrusts deeply, banging his sensitive head against the back of my mouth. I’m pleasantly surprised when he stops, hands weighing me down, gasping while he empties his load into me. I taste it, thick and sweet, and I stay there with his dick in my mouth for a moment before I get up and swallow.

“Short and sweet,” I tell him. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Yeah. Now I gotta go to work.”

A Campus Kiss

My new pen pal makes it clear that he doesn’t do hookups. He only goes on grindr when he’s mad at his boyfriend, and only for harmless chat.

“I just wanted to tell you that your blog always gives me a rush when a new post comes out.”

Ok, no hookups. I can respect that. But the 19yo keeps talking to me, and when he lets slip that his body is “highly sensitive and extremely reactive to touch”, I can’t resist torturing him.

“Imagine me slowly kissing your nipples, running my hands down your belly, slowly getting closer to your cock.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me here. I’m in a group and people are asking me if I’m alright.”

The following week I send him more of my writing, while he’s in class. Just for him.

“I slowly wrap my lips around your dick, lightly, not quite touching it. You just can’t wait until they close around it and engulf you in their wet softness…”

“FUCK”

“nOT NNOW”

I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. But I’m thrilled. We arrange to meet one evening on campus. I fret that he’ll be nervous and make plans to walk outside where we can talk.

Before I tell him, he writes “When I get there just lead me to the bathroom.”

It’s early evening and golden shafts of sunlight slice through the nature building, where a couple of custodians are doggedly dragging mops across the concrete floor. They glance at me suspiciously as I pace and examine ancient fur pelts.

Outside the large window, I see dozens of students heading in all directions. One slender Indian boy walks briskly toward the building, and since he can’t see me, I ogle him unabashedly. He wears a white Nike tank top, showing off his brown arms and a small wisp of hair under them. My penis shifts when he opens the door, comes inside, and strides over to me. I flash him the orange and blue app on my phone, and now confident in my identity, he smiles and sticks out his hand.

“Hi. I’m Ajay.”

“I’m Pete,” I say. In contrast, my voice is just above a whisper. “It’s nice to meet you,” I give his hand a good squeeze, but I’m still distracted by the custodians. I literally found this place by googling for “good cruising spots”. They must know something is up. One of them is leaning on her mop handle tapping on her phone.

“Let’s head downstairs,” I tell him, and lead him past collections of animal furs to the concrete staircase.

The lower level is deserted, so I push open the bathroom door and we duck inside. I lock it, then, not trusting myself, double check. Yes, it is most definitely locked this time.

In the harsh fluorescent light I can see his face is smooth and his lips are soft and inviting. His eyes are hungry. He’s been thinking about this moment for weeks. He reaches out, and presses his body into mine, and I instinctively I back up against the wall. I close my eyes and feel our lips touch. My nose hits his glasses so I tilt my head. I embrace him, and his thin shirt easily flattens against his skin. I run my hands up along the svelte curve of his lower back. His hand sneaks under my shirt, searching over my pecs, until finally pouncing on my nipple.

God, I could kiss him forever. He tastes refreshing, like a cool mineral water after a drought. In my life, I have locked lips with four guys, but the feeling of Ajay’s lips makes me high. I pull him into me. I feel his hardness prod me through our clothes, and I want him.

I slide my hands into his pants, and move them over his ass. He’s so slender I can cup both cheeks in one hand. I squeeze them, massage them. I claim his body with my hands and lips.

We finally drift apart as he pulls my shirt up to my neck. I allow him to slip it over my head. When both of our shirts are a heap on the tiled floor, I reach down into his pants and take hold of his cock. It feels like a hot steel rod, pulsing with energy.

I’m about to kneel down, but he meets my eyes again and I get weak kneed. Instead, reach behind his head with my free hand and pull him to me. We make out, this time with the renewed fervor of having my hand around his dick.

After I don’t know how long, we have had our fill. I pull away from his lips and fall to the ground. I wrench his jeans down past his knees.

I’m amazed at his size. I’ve sucked brown guys before, and they have always been well endowed. Ajay stands above me, hands on his hips, and grins while I examine nearly seven inches of brown veined cock. The tip is still covered in its blanket of skin. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around it, and I’m reminded of how sensitive he is. I’m going to have to take this slow.

I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from it, and instead I let out my tongue and slowly move towards his thigh, barely touching his dick with my temples. Deliberately, I make my way up his thighs, dragging my tongue across each salty leg hair. The slightest touch makes him shiver. I get closer, until I’m pushing his cock up with my nose while I lick under his smooth sack.

I stick out my tongue and look up at him, getting closer and closer to the tip. He’s trembling with anticipation. I’m afraid he’s going to cum without contact. I move with the speed and deliberation of a glacier. After ages have passed I finally touch my tongue to the tip. I lick it clean, tasting his sweet flavour.

I wrap my mouth around it, sliding my lips over the slippery pink orb hear him moan deeply. When I look up, he’s staring straight down at me, mouth hanging open, eyes urging me to go on. Slowly I let more of it slip into my mouth, until I press all the way in and it’s whole length slides down my throat. My nose hits bone.

He doubles over, hands pressed against the bathroom tiles, gasping for breath. I’m careful not to move the slightest. I slowly slide off like I’m defusing a bomb. He looks down at me over the curve of his abs, eyes wide.

When I sit back on my heels, we both watch as a single, dewdrop of precum oozes out. I place my tongue under the drop and draw out a silver strand. He watches as I wrap my lips around his pink, glistening cock head and, for the first time, start to suck.

Unable to withstand more torture, he places his hands on my temples to steady me and begins to fuck my mouth. But he stops soon after, aware of his limits, and stands there gasping.

I focus on his balls while he calms down. When the time comes, I take him into my throat one again, and he doubles over. I simply let him be there. I don’t have to do anything at all to keep him on edge. He gently kisses the hair on the back of my head.

Saliva is building up in my mouth now so I reflexively swallow.

Abruptly his hands dig into my back. “Aaa- aaa-” he moans. I feel his cock throb and deposit a thick wad of semen deep in my throat. After such a long build up, more gushes out of him and I feel like I’m drowning. I pull back, feeling each pulse add to the ocean of cum that fills my mouth.

I look up, eyes watering and see that he’s been staring down, amazed, in ecstatic orgasmic excitement. I open my mouth to show him what he did. After I gulp some of it down, he grabs me under my arms and tugs me up to his face. He presses his hands against my ears and pulls me to his lips. We kiss with a new fresh intensity, sharing the flavour of his release.

THUNK. The door bangs when someone tries to open it. We both freeze. My skin crawls.

“They want to clean it.” I tell him. “I suppose we’ll have to stay a few more minutes until they go away.”

His lips part, belying the panic I feel, and we go at it again. We make out until the cum is a memory.

“We need a plan to escape.” I say as I stop to breathe.

He smiles slyly. “The plan is,” he says, as if this happened all the time, “we’ll just walk out confidently.”

“Yeah, could work. But in opposite directions.”

We move to leave, but we don’t. Instead, we continue to explore each other’s lips.

“OK,” I say, taking a deep breath, and two steps back. “You go left and I’ll go right. They can’t get both of us.”

“Let’s go.”

When we’re dressed, we fling open the door. The custodian is there, leaning on his cart reading his phone. He looks right at us in surprise.

I spin on my heels and speed walk down the hall. My footsteps echo through the building as I ascend the stairs, shove open the emergency exit. When I step into the light of the setting sun, I know I’m safe.

Long ago I stopped getting nervous during hookups. Now the butterflies are back. I keep reliving our kiss as I joyfully begin walking through campus back to my car. It has been years since I felt so alive. Distracted, I think of him all the way to the parking lot before I realize I didn’t bring my car.

What the hell just happened? No guy has ever had that effect on me.

For the first time, it dawns on me that what I’m doing might be dangerous.

Begging For It

A 20-something guy had texted me. He’s never met up with anyone on Grindr before. In fact, he’s nearly asexual. Except he loves to get blown.

“I loooove it. But I have to warn you about something,” he had said.

What? I braced for the worst, HIV, or some tragic injury, or deformity.

“I have lots of precum.” He takes a pic to show how turned on he was just talking to me.

I’ve meet him twice since then, and each time was a delight. Some nights, as I lay in my bed stroking, I think about being his slave, and him my slave, and he is not allowed to cum unless it is between my lips. I think of his wild desperation and soundlessly spill my load into a sock, while my wife snores beside me.

But he works far from here, and it keeps him far too busy. He hasn’t had a chance to jerk off in five days. Today, his priorities have shifted. He skips out of work early and he’s driving back from Toronto. We agree to meet at 3:30, but as he blazes through the traffic on the 401, he keeps messaging me to move it earlier.

I find him in the posh lobby of his downtown condo. When I was still in school, this place was a dying shirt factory, its few remaining workers staying only to listlessly clean while its assets were sold off. Today, as with all of the industrial buildings downtown, the cement floors have been replaced with white stone tiles. They hold up white leather couches, fuzzy faux fur blankets strewn on top for showy opulence as much as comfort. The walls are all glass and gold trim.

He sits there in his gray suit and cheap gold watch, carefully holding a laptop bag between his legs while he checks his iPhone. When he sees me, he leaps up to greet me and brushes his long black hair out from his eyes. He must be the rookie in his firm. His face is soft, eyes still full of the excitement of youth. If I think about it, I can almost see his aboriginal roots. I know from his pictures that under his business formal attire are some strong pecs. And a delicious cock.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask him.

“I’m good,” he says, and laughs nervously. Softly, he says, “Glad I have this briefcase.” He moves it aside. He’s hanging left today.

When the elevator stops, we’re on the top floor. The condo’s lounge has glass tables, and it’s deserted. He leads me down the halls. Last time we checked the gym, where eight Lifefitness treadmills sat unused. Today he doesn’t bother. He feverishly scans his keycard, unlocking the large mahogany doors. We rush into the changeroom, then into a small, dark chamber, barely big enough to be a closet.

The sauna is cool and dark and redolent with the smell of cleaning spray. The light switch is on the outside, but neither of us bother to turn it on. It’s more exciting this way. The moment the door latches, he drops his briefcase and pushes his pants to his shins. A dark smear encroaches across the left side of his underwear. He’s been leaking precum his entire drive back.

I lay down the rules. “I want to keep you going as long as I can. Just tell me if you’re going to cum.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.” Once his pants are a pile on the floor, he stands on the bench and laughs nervously. His penis, hard as hell, curves up from under his dress shirt and tie.

I can barely see it in the dark, but I suck the top like a lollipop and taste its wetness leaking out. Seconds later, he gasps, pushes me away, and his cock spasms and bounces in a dry ejaculation. This was going to be a challenge!

I go for his sack instead. I reach under, gently lift it, and use my finger to press and massage his perineum. Then I turn my head and suck on his balls. His cock rests on my cheek as I knead them with my tongue, delicately going over the sensitive parts. He bucks and tiny wet droplets sprinkle onto my skin near my eyes.

He touches my head lightly. “Umm you’re going to make me cum,” he warns me. I release too late, and once again his cock bounces and spasms in his second orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut as he grunts with the great effort, but he manages to hold in his sperm.

Wow. This guy is a find. Wish I could do that.

I take a moment to rethink it. This time I stick out the tip of my tongue, and just lightly tap the bottom of his cock head. It’s hard and tense, full of energy about to be sprung.

His whole body shudders. “Please, I wanna cum so bad,” he asks.

“No, not yet. I still want to play.”

Using only my tongue tip, I start from the bottom and very, very slowly lick to the top. Then I kiss his slit, and very lightly slurp up the next load of his precum. With my lips, I spread his wetness up and down his length. He leans back against the wall and bucks his hips at me. I pull away, just out of reach. The tension is palpable.

“Please, please please let me cum. I have to cum, I have to… it’s been so long….” he begs me, his eyes pleading with the urgency of impending biological need. He’s starting to sweat now, and I take a deep breath full of the scent of his musk.

Finally, I grab his ass and let him slide all the way in. I give him maximum stimulation, massaging the bottom with my tongue all the time. In response, his penis leaks a steady stream of fluid. Up and down, twisting, I go all out. Amazingly, he lasts through this, until his hands fly to the back of my head. His knees buckle and he doubles over, his powerful grip holding me to him, each breath a moan, and with each moan I feel my mouth fill up with more of his seed. It is plentiful, and thick, and nutty, with no trace of bitterness, and I keep it and his organ inside me so long that he gasps once again with the pain of release.

“Thanks,” he says, zipping up. He’s looking down at the floor, anywhere but at me as we head back down the hall. On the way down, there’s someone else in the elevator. “Good seeing you again,” I tell him, when we get to his floor. He blushes, clutches his briefcase in front of him, and leaves.