rimming – Grindr Fantasies

Zoom Meeting

I’ve been busy this summer with lots of travel. Today I’m in Toronto and staying at a small hotel on Spadina & Queen. The room is a loft, with a bed in the centre of the room, a work desk behind it, and a large window encompassing the whole wall. I can look right into the offices across the street.

A brown guy is interested in seeing me. I first saw him last year, when I was last in Toronto, and he brought over a random 3rd guy. I sucked off both of them. Now he’s back, and he wants to experience my mouth again. This time just for him. But he has an interesting proposal.

He wants me to edge him during his meeting. Only catch is it might be more than 40 minutes. Can I edge him for that long? Sure.

The boutique hotel isn’t the greatest for discretion. The receptionist has a tiny desk that faces the elevator, about a metre away from it. Instead, I go down the stairwell. He’s waiting beside the emergency exit and I push it open to let him in. I take him up past bins of pillows and cleaning supplies to my room and show him around. We both look out the huge window at the office workers in the next building. They are sitting at their designer desks working.

“I’ll close the curtains,” I tell him.

“No, leave them open.”

I show him where he can set up his laptop and he does and pulls out some earbuds. After he logs, in he starts zoom and joins the meeting.

“The camera’s off, right?” I ask him.

“Oh god yes,” he says and settles down into the chair. A woman appears on the screen. She just sits there, waiting for the meeting to start.

I strip down and soon I’m under the desk, trying not to get tangled in the cords that go up to the lamp and clock radio. He spreads his legs open for me. From the waist up he’s dressed business casual in a collared shirt. From the waist down he’s in his briefs. I lean over and nuzzle his balls through the fabric.

He leans back in the chair, exposing more of his crotch to me. His large dick strains against the cloth and I bury my face in it and suck in the scent of musk and fabric softener. Before long, he reaches down and slides them off. I help him pull them down his legs. His uncut dick is not long, but super thick at the base, like a cone.

“Get over here,” he says, motioning beside him. He gets up and pushes the chair away, and I crawl out from under the tiny desk. Still facing the computer, he sticks out his hairy ass. I bring my face over to it and start to lick, pressing into it to get farther. He reaches behind and pulls back the cheeks so I can tongue his anus. I run my tongue all around his butt cheeks and flick at his anus and I can hear him moaning.

He crouches down further, forcing me down so I’m almost lying on the floor and he sits on my face, moaning as I flutter my tongue around his puckered anus. I reach up and grab his dick. It is hot and heavy in my fist, and I stroke him while I lick. Squatting is hard though and soon he pulls the chair back over and sits down.

I look at the screen and the woman is still talking, oblivious to the sex going on in front of her. I feel his hand at the back of my head, pulling me down and I’m forced into his crotch again. I do what I do best, but slowly. I need to conserve my energy for the full 40 minutes. My knees are hurting against he hardwood floor but I keep it up, slowly sucking his dick.

“The meeting is finishing soon,” he tells me. “Better keep edging if you want that load.” I continue to roll my tongue around his dick and bob my head up and down.

“Fuck, some idiot’s asking questions… I want to cummmmm…”

Suddenly he grabs his ear buds out and flings them onto the table. His hands fly to my head and he starts moving it for me, plunging his dick in and out of my mouth. He goes faster and faster and I can’t do anything but try to keep my mouth circular and suck so it doesn’t slip out.

He stops and lets go. “Just get on the bed.” He jumps up and goes around the desk to the bed, and lays back on the pillow. “Get over here.”

I get up, feel my knees crack and then kneel down on soft white bed sheet between his legs. He’s holding his dick out for me. I grab it with my lips and start to bob up and down.

“Oh you’re going to get that load soon,” he says. His breath quickens and I can feel his dick harden between my lips. It’s just him flexing it, but it feels just like the pulses. I don’t taste anything yet.

He puts one hand on my head and pushes it down, showing me the speed he wants and it is very fast. I try my best to conform, not even daring to breath as I get pushed over and over onto his dick. “I’m cumming,” he tells me, and I feel a watery load gush out of him. It quickly fills my mouth and I’m forced to swallow. He relaxes, stops moving my head and lays back on the pillow, with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face.

“You’re going to write about this, right?” he asks hopefully.

Erroneous Intentions

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.

I Topped

He was a tall, skinny 18 year old twink last time. Last October, at 9 in the morning, he invited me over. After I got there he casually mentioned that he was taking a lot of drugs the night before. Okayyyy… His cock was soft and reeked of tobacco. I was afraid I’d get high as I sucked him off in his basement, listening to his younger brother stomp around upstairs. Though I couldn’t bring him to cum, I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth for the whole day. He was hot, though, and had a really casual attitude that made me feel super comfortable with him. Even if nobody climaxed, it was darn fun to be around him.

Now, a year later, his Mom was working again and his brother was in school, and he had the place to himself during the day. He’d mentioned something about milking him while rimming him, wanting to be “sub trained”, so I brought along a flogger. He knew I wouldn’t top, but he was so horny today it didn’t matter.

“I forgot to ask,” he messaged. “Are you OK with watersports? Like with me being peed on, not you.”

Yes and yes!

“I’m gonna take a shower. Definitely just come right in the sliding door and make yourself at home,” he wrote.

Usually I hate walking into stranger’s houses. Luckily when I showed up he let me right in and led me to the living room.

“Hi!” he said brightly, brushing his shoulder-length brown hair out of eyes. “Let’s get some porn going here.”

I looked around nervously, as the front door of the house was right there, and we were visible through the kitchen to the sliding doors in the backyard. A family desktop computer sat on a small table in the living room, and he already had 18 tabs of Pornhub open.

“Don’t worry. My mom’s at work and nobody’s coming back for a while.” He nonchalantly dropped his pants, revealing a soft cut penis. Then he leaned down to the keyboard, butt in the air, and started looking through the videos.

He picked one with a hot teen in it, but it was just him talking so he had to change it. “So what do you want to do?” he asked, turning toward me.

“Let’s start with the rimming,” I told him.

“My favourite!” He got on the floor. His tiny twink butt pointed in the air and spread, showing his hairless hole. I got down and licked it, and he moaned with excitement.

Without warning, I slapped his ass so hard he flinched and yelped. “Say thank-you sir,” I demanded.

“Thank-you sir,” he said, moaning in pleasure. His penis hung down to the floor, growing hard.

“Very good. Now you will be rewarded.” I slid my head under him and twisted around, sucking his long dick into my mouth. He yelped again in surprise, and then moaned as I used my my thumb to massage his slick hole.

We played a while, with me repeatedly slapping him the teen kept getting hornier. He looked back at me, panting. “What else you wanna do?”

I knew he wanted to be fucked, but I had never successfully topped before. Time to move on. “Well I gotta pee,” I told him.

“Fuck yeah, let’s go to the shower?” he leaped off the ground and bounded down the steps to the basement, cock bouncing under him. I followed him and he rounded a corner, into the bathroom with a small corner shower. By the time I got there, he was bent down on the shower floor with his, tight, slick asshole pointed into the air. “Try to hit the hole,” he begged. “I don’t know what it is, but I am just addicted to that feeling of piss hitting it.”

I pulled out my cock, took aim, and instantly a shower of piss spattered out everywhere. The droplets of pure yellow beaded up all over his back and soaked into his long dark hair. “There you go,” I said as I manipulated it into a stream. I let it all out, sighing with relief as I stood above the teen and pissed as hard as I could directly into his puckered asshole. The sound of it spattering against his skin, running down his hairless balls and dripping down into the drain echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.

When I was done, he turned around and sat down in the yellow puddle of piss, sighing contentedly. “That was awesome,” he said.

“Hit the spot eh?”

“Yeah! I’ll just shower it off quickly now,” Then he closed the glass door, and showered off. As he shampood his long hair, I stood right by the door, staring down at his soapy ass, and rubbed my dick.

“You didn’t bring any other toys, did you?” he asked me once we were back in family room. “I’m kind of weird. I take a while to warm up to fingers in my ass, but strangely cock is no problem.”

“Sorry, I just brought the flogger.” Besides, toy sharing is not safe. “Have you tried a cucumber? Banana?”

His eyes lit up, and he rushed to the kitchen, coming back with a thick yellow banana. We quickly covered it with a condom. He got on the couch and I squirted some lube on his crack, and he began to push it in. I put my hand on his and helped him.

His face twisted in determination, and then he pulled it out. The end of the banana was sagging inside the condom. “It squished,” he said.

“Yeah… Unfortunately if a banana squished there’s no way I’d get in there. The two times I’ve tried before, I’m always too soft.” I took a breath and looked around. “Maybe try a carrot?”

“We have literally no carrots in the house.”

“Marker? Hair brush?”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god yes!” He leaped up the flight of stairs and rummage through a drawer. I saw him grab something and he carried it back down, holding it up high.

“Got anymore of that lube? I mean, I think I might have some somewhere…”

“No problem,” I said, and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers. With one hand, he massaged it over his whole, and lay back on the couch, legs in the air. The other hand was on his phone, finding stuff on Pornhub. I looked down at my own phone, but I didn’t need it. I just stared at the teen on the couch beside me.

He gradually slid his mom’s hairbrush inside himself, and moaned. “I think I found a new favorite thing. I gotta hide this when we are done.”

I just stared at him, transfixed. I couldn’t get my eyes off his hole as it seemed to grip the brush handle on its own and draw it into himself, eliciting a wave of pure pleasure throughout his body with every millimeter he managed to push.

I was slowly pulling on my cock beside him. I was getting very hard and moreover I seemed to be staying that way. I slid off the couch and got a new condom and the lube, and ripped it open.

“You gonna try?” he beamed at me.

I didn’t say anything. Usually by the time the condom gets on I’m squishy again. I squeezed a dollop of lube out and rubbed it over my condom covered cock, which was still hard as ever.

He pulled out the comb and maneuvered himself around, putting his butt over the edge of the couch. He wrapped his hands around hie feet and and pulled them back, and his hole gaped before me. I reached down and positioned my cock head in front of it, and PUSHED.

“Uh uh no you gotta go slow!” he shouted.

“Right, sorry.” I stayed where I was, and started to fuck his hole, just the tip. Gradually I could feel the condom sliding against his skin, letter more of me inside.

“That’s good,” he told me. “Yeah you can go in further now… I can feel it open up.”

And then, all at once, I slid past… something… and I was fucking him. He moaned with each thrust, and I could feel his pleasure as well as my own as I went faster and faster.

“This is great,” he said between breaths. “You’re just the right size and everything!” And then his eyes rolled back into his head as he seemed lost in the moment, still moaning. After a while, a bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto his taut belly.
“Don’t tire yourself out,” he told me. “I am more than happy with this so far. You are really good at this.”

I decided that I really like this guy. I didn’t want to stop, so I kept going. I felt so happy. I topped. I have topped. Am I a top? I just love to give pleasure. And it was plain that the kid was high on pleasure right now, because of my fucking cock inside of him.

Eventually, I did stop, pulled out and lay down to rest on the couch beside him.

He was still gushing about how good I was. “You were so good! I mean it! Some guys are so big and they don’t know how hard to push. I’m so glad you came. I was literally trying to get someone to fuck me all of yesterday.”

When I got to my car I just sat there, smiling. I topped! And then he messaged:

“I know you’re kind of new. If you’re into it maybe I can top you sometime and try and point out the things people taught me that helps.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” I wrote back before I could stop myself.

Goodbye Master

In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.

Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.

I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.

The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.

He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.

Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.

When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.

“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.

“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.

I became his slave that day.

My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”

“Good. Can you come this morning?”

Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”

He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.

As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.

After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.

Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.

When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.

He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.

“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”

“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.

“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.

He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.

He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.

I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.

Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.

As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.

My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”

“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.

I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.

“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”

“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”

After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.

“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.

“Yes, thank you.”

I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.

Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.

His Fantasy

It’s my last night in Toronto and I’m eager to get out after a hard day of business tripping. I step out of my hotel and just walk, aimlessly, joyfully, as the setting sun paints the metallic towers and sidewalks gold.

I’ve had enough fun the past two days for a while. But when my Android buzzes I can’t help looking. This time, it’s Jack’d. Back in University Town the app is populated by the same 28 guys. Here, the grid is full of exciting possibilities.

His profile says he’s Filipino, and the 21 year old’s mysterious smile is hooded by a nearly invisible moustache. I send a quick greeting back and stuff my phone back into my tight jeans.

It’s dark now but Yonge street is awash in colour and the throngs still rush by with renewed restlessness.

I pass a delicious pizza place. Should I go in? I poke my head in and check the slices, taking a deep breath and smelling the doughy cheesiness. The owner looks at me expectantly, and I leave. What if there’s something better in the next corner? I can’t commit. I won’t know if this will quench my craving until I’ve checked out the other side. I’ve made that mistake before.

My phone keeps buzzing and I respond automatically, not really paying attention. Face pic? Sure here you go, unlocked for u. My stories are making you horny? Great to hear, and hey they’re fun to write lol. You have a car? Well that’s nice but I have a hotel room, much more fun. Lol haha and fuck he’s gonna be knocking at my door in 40 minutes.

When I finally look up, the people are gone and all around me are steely dark office buildings. Belly rumbling and full of butterflies, I let Google be my guide through the darkness.

On the way, I pick up a Starbucks to keep me going.

I make it back to my room in time to throw some water on my face and pick my socks off the floor before he knocks. Heart racing, I take a deep breath, smile and open the door.

He matches his picture. He stands in the hallway looking a little nervous.

“Come in,” I say, beaming. “I’m glad you could make it! Make yourself at home.”

He takes off his shoes and soon he’s standing in front of my bed, wearing nothing but a shirt, right red boxer briefs, and a hard on.

“Is this where it happened?” He asks, referring to my last story.

“Yeah, right here on the bed, he was watching TV for a while.” I tell him.

He’s a little shy. I smile and try to make him as comfortable as I can. “So, what were you thinking of doing today?” I run my hands over his tan legs.,

His eyes meet mine. “I’ve always wanted to cum in a guy’s mouth. But I’ve never found anyone with enough patience.”

“I’m glad you found me then.” My hands move to the thin cloth holding in his erection. I slowly stroke it, feeling it’s length. It yearns to spring out.

He relaxes and spreads his legs, and I finally gaze into his eyes. “Do you make out?” He asks.

I notice his lips are soft and thick. His skin was so smooth and soft. I lean over him, touch his lips with my finger, parting them slightly. I’m drawn to them.

I can feel his hot breath through his nose as we kiss. I’m aware that I have coffee breath but he doesn’t seem to mind. My hands make it down into his briefs and I wrap my fingers around his penis. When released from its fabric confines, it springs up, and he playfully bites into my lip. While our tongues fight for dominance I stroked him slowly along his length.

He’s breathing fast now through his nose as I end our long kiss. I lay back on the pillow beside him to have a look at my prize in hand. He’s cut. That’s all I have time to gather before he swings his leg over and gets on top of me, straddling my belly.

When grasps my shoulders and pulls himself up, I rejoice. He has been reading my stuff! I get comfortable against the headboard and open wide. He looks down at me, straight into my eyes as he carefully presses his dick into my waiting mouth. He thrusts gently at first, and I feel his perfectly sized dick squeezing toward my throat, teasing it but not cutting off my air. Size matters. I could do this forever.

Too soon he stops, moves away down over my legs. I follow the cock, eager to fill the void in my mouth. He sits on the bed and I lick his balls, moving further and further down, until I’m tonguing his smooth hole. He holds onto his knees and enjoys it.

“Sit on my face,” I tell him. I shuffle to the middle of the bed and lay face up, expecting him to settle over me. He does, but unlike the two men who have done so before, he faces my feet. Looking down his back, he gingerly lowers his ass over my face. I lick him earnestly, enjoying watching the reactions in his face.

He turns away, and I feel his hands reaching inside my pants, pulling out my own penis and stroking.

But we both know what he’s there for. Soon I’m chest down in front of him again as he lays back on the pillow.

“Do you have any porn on that TV?” He asks.

“No sorry – want to use my laptop?”

“It’s fine, I’ve got my phone.” He swipes a few times and soon, holding the phone with one hand, stares into some fantastic scene while I suck on him.

He moves his other hand to his penis, pushing me aside as he begins to stroke himself. Firmly, I take his hand and chastise him. “Patience! We have lots of time.”

I’m able to get him all the way into my throat, comfortably, and still breathe. Soon, I try some things I’ve never done. I make a wave with my tongue, sliding along the underside while swallowing, and he suddenly gasps. “Oh yeah keep doing that,” he says. His phone dangles unseen in his hand.

Gladly! I feel like I could suck his dick forever. I show him my excitement by repeating the movement, improving it with practice. All the while he moans delightfully. His hand restlessly squeezes his inner thigh, clearly unadapted to being so useless during such pleasure.

His other hand holds his phone out in front of him, but his eyes are closed. When he cums, it is unannounced. His chest arches to the ceiling and his pelvis thrusts up, trying to impale. With a gasp, his sperm gushes thickly through my closed lips, six, seven, eight spurts joining together into a delicous wad that fills my mouth. A moment later he makes a sound between a laugh and a cry of pain and jerks his body away from me. It’s over. His few raw nerves that remain, having been cut away at birth, leave no transition between the ecstasy of release and the pain thereafter. I glide his load around my mouth and swallow it thickly.

He leaves quickly, as one should, after uttering his heartfelt thanks. Me? I feel great. The tiredness of the day is gone.

It’s late now and my belly growls, so I order some cake from room service. It comes on a square plate, gooey with salted caramel. I decide to have my cake in bed, and I eat it slowly while I chat with my wife about our kids’ days on Facebook.