toronto – Grindr Fantasies

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.

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.

Party

The 22 year old guy walks into my hotel room and puts his backpack down. He looks around and paces the room. His movements are fluid and graceful.

“I’m Jason.” He spots my cup from 7-Eleven. “Mind if I have some of that slushie?”

“Well, I already drank half of it. But sure I guess.”

“You sure that wouldn’t be weird?” he asks, delicately grabbing the giant cup and taking a big slurp. “Thanks.”

I’m still trying to place him. He said he met me once when I was in Toronto, but I search my notes, and I can’t find anyone matching his age and description, a young tan-skinned man of 22. He’s tall and thin, and he seems distracted by something. I take my shirt off and get on the bed, check my phone.

“I forgot what you like,” he says, gazing at my chest, while slurping the last of my slushie.

“Anything oral,” I remind him.

“Kay.” he stands in front the bed, thinking a moment. His mind is somewhere else, but he strips to his boxers anyway. I drink in the curves of body, his trim abdomen, and the delicious curve of his ass through his rouge briefs. He climbs the foot of the bed, approaching me and grabs the edge of my jeans. I unbutton them for him and he slowly pulls them down, and grabs my bulge through my underwear.

“Can I see yours?” I ask.

“Oh sure, but I’m shy about it. It’s really small.” Kneeling on the bed, he casually pulls his briefs down over one leg and then the other and flicks them off the bed. He’s right. He has a very tiny cock, but I would still love to swirl my tongue around it in my mouth.

Instead, he yanks my underwear down over my butt. My 7” uncut cock pops out, already hard from the show he’s giving me. He slowly lowers his face to it and I feel the warmth of his mouth engulf it.

“Yeaaahhh….” I moan, and let my legs spread open. I wriggle my butt into the hotel’s king size comforter, and enjoy the feelings of his mouth on my member. His movements are robotic, but well practiced and my dick is rock hard.

“Would you like me to suck you too?” I ask him.

His head pops up, and he licks his lips. “Can you hear that?” he asks.

“What?”

“The music. I think there’s a party next door.” He sits back on the bed, pensive. “You ever crashed a party?”

What? “Not really…”

“Would you wanna?” he asks, with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you think would happen if we went over there?”

Oh god, I’ve never been at a hotel party since high school. And there, I knew everybody. “Well they might tell us to get lost.”

“I don’t think they will.”

“What kind of party do you think it is?

“I don’t know. They could have prostitutes. If I went over would you come with me?”

“I dunno, maybe?”

But he’s already got his pants on again and wriggling his lithe torso into his shirt. What the hell, why not. I quickly get dressed and we head out the door.

But I have to dash back in for my keycard before the door closes. When I get to the room, the door is closing but he’s already inside. I reach out a hand and stop it. I can see an old man, with wild gray hair. He’s like Doc Brown, clad only in a leather strap. He kneels on the bed, showing off a of perfect breasts. His head is gesticulating wildly back and forth. I think he — I mean she is messed up in some way.

Oh my fucking god.

A muscle-bound middle eastern man, stripped to his boxers is now holding the door open for me.

I feel awkward. “Uh yeah, we’re just from next door.”

“Yeah, are we being too loud?”

“No no no no… my friend just suggested that we — uh — we come join the party.”

“Well it’s her room.” He points his finger back at the wild haired — woman.

She lays back on the bed, digs her garish orange high heels into the sheets and thrusts her soft penis into the air.

The door greeter has abandoned me now, so I slowly walk in.

Oh my fucking god.

I see two penis enlargement pumps laying on their side in beside the TV, and an assortment of dildos on display in front of it. On the TV, leather clad muscle bodies are fucking and moaning, but you can barely hear them over the music. I navigate my way past this chaos, to join Jason at the back near the window, away from the unusual woman on the bed.

A second middle eastern man is sitting on the couch near the window, staring up at the ceiling. A bright beam of light shines from the table beside him. At first I think its some kind of toy, then realize its a portable projector. A scene of two guys fucking is stretched into strange twilight-zone trapezoid on the ceiling. I run my fingers over the beam of light, in the air.

The masturbating man takes his hand from his dick and sticks it out at me. “Hi, I’m Roy.”

“I’m Pete.” I smile at him, but my eyes are panicked still trying to take in everything.

The tranny is saying something to us, but her speech is garbled, all the words drawl together. Her voice is low and guttural.

Jason is heading toward the bed talking with the tranny, and he’s already got his shirt off.

The man from the door squeezes behind me. “I’m gonna take a joint,” he announces.

“As long as your paying for it,” the tranny shouts across the room, the first clear phrase I’ve heard from her.

“Yeah yeah,” the doorman says and flings open the curtains. and the cold winter air floods in, a welcome relief from the hot room. Roy gets up and follows his friend outside and I’m left alone at the far end of the room. I retreat closer to the hotel room door.

“..and then I came down with fucking parkinsons,” I hear the tranny talking to Jason. “And I thought fuck it all so I got it done.”

I’m looking at the nightstand beside the bed and I see a tiny bag of something chunky, like white cheese powder. Crack? She sees me looking, and misinterprets my gaze. She reaches over and grabs a tall cylindrical tube. FUCK WATER, says the label. “You ever try this stuff?” she drawls.

“No no, I haven’t, I’ve seen in in porn though,” I tell her.

Her hand shakes in the air and as tries to squeeze some out but realizes it’s still got the seal, and she talks incoherently, struggling to open it and peel off the seal. “Here,” she says, when she has the lid back on again.

“Uh thanks,” I say, and stick out my hand. Her hand sways back and forth but she manages to squirt some out for me. I stand there awkwardly and look at the liquid in my palm. It looks like cum. Am I supposed to fuck her now?

Jason sees my discomfort and pipes up. “Why don’t you go back to your room and try it out?”

“Yes, yes, I think I will!” I shout. Thank-you Jason. About 5 seconds later I am back in my room. I shut the door behind me and lean back against it in relief, glad to be out of whatever I had gotten myself into.

Oh my fucking god.

I wash off the lube in the sink and collapse into my chair. I’m safe here. I had no idea what was going on in the room next door. What kind of hotel is this? The Chelsea is respectable, huge, and has a daycare, and toddler swim park, gym, and… sex parties?

Well, it’s got me. And then I laugh. There’s nobody to hear me. I let out all the fear and insecurities and laugh. This is why I hookup. Thrills, and adventures! My phone says it’s already 2am, but I’m not able to sleep, so I lay in the bed with my laptop and write the first part of this story for the next 45 minutes.

My phone thumps with a Grindr message. “I wanna sleep besofe u,” it says. It’s Jason.

What the hell, why not.

“Sure, just knock,” I reply. Then I grab my wallet from my coat and put it on the upper shelf of the closet, and pack up my computer. It doesn’t fit under the bed, so I put it in my backpack beside the wall. I barely finish before he knocks on the door.

“Well, what happened?” I ask him.

“We talked,” he says, pacing my room uncertainly. “I gotta work at 6 though, can I stay at your place?” he asks. The subway has already stopped working, and in downtown Toronto, we are two hours away his place.

“Uh sure!” I tell him.

“I could tell you’re a really nice guy,” he says, and he begins to relax a bit. “You wanna try anything else?”

“I’m alright. And you half to get up in a few hours anyway.” Instead, we talk for a while, about life in the big city. It turns out he’s actually 28, not 22, but he easily passes for it. Soon, he takes a shower, and when he comes out of the bathroom in his briefs, he carefully checks his backpack for the next day. He lays down beside me, facing the door.

After we turn off the lights I gaze at his smooth back and delicious round cheeks in his underwear, and I can’t resist running my hand down his side, and cupping his ass. Just looking at him gives me a huge hardon.

He turns around again, smiles, sleepily, and slips his hand down my underwear, cupping my cock. “I guess you do want to try something.”

Once again, his mouth closes around my cock and I can feel the cool burning of his mouthwash as he works between my legs. I let my legs fall open and rest my hand on his head, stroking his thick black hair.

Watching him bob up and down on my cock, soon I arch my back and press my head into the pillow, in utter ecstasy, and he eagerly takes my huge load. Then, grinning, with his hand over his mouth, he runs to he sink, spits, and washes up again.

We both lay in bed now, but I do not sleep. When 5:30am hits, I watch him quietly get dressed, grab his backpack and sneak out into the streets of Toronto.

Midnight Snack

It’s after midnight on my last night in Toronto and I’m in my hotel room in bed, drinking a beer. The laptop is on the pillow beside me and I’m watching Sheriff Hopper drunkenly beat up people on Stranger Things. My phone vibrates.

“Pics” the text demands.

Its someone I messaged hours ago. I send a face pic.

“Name. Room.”

I check who it is, and message back with excitement. The profile labeled “Kum in ur 👅” is a black dude, so I don’t even ask for a face picture. I’ve been trying all week to entice someone of the darker complexion to come over, but they are rare, hard to get, and “Not your fetish.” This one says on his profile that he shoots big loads and is looking for a talented mouth drainer. We’re a perfect match!

“When can you be here?”

“5” he fires back.

I blink my eyes open and feel a surge of energy. I have only five minutes to prepare. Priorities! I leap out of bed, grab my wallet, the tip for the housekeepers, and laptop and throw them in the safe. Then I root through a pile of clothes in the corner, pull a pair of briefs off the floor, sniff them and put them on. I pace the room like a caged mouse until I hear a knock at the door.

It’s him. I let him through. “Hi! Come in,” I greet him warmly as I open the door.

He walks past me and puts his Tim Horton’s bag and coffee on the dresser, and adjusts the Apple earbuds he’s wearing.

I rush back into the room, past him, to get a good look at him. The young man has a presence that exudes coolness. He wears a thin, gold earring, and expensive jeans.

“How’s your night?” I ask him.

He ignores me. He won’t even meet my eyes. Instead he is unbuckling his thick black belt. I move closer to him, stand right in front of him. Maybe we will hug?

He stops and puts his hand out, flat in front of him, then swats downward, motioning for me to kneel in front of him.

“So you’re ready to go, eh! OK.” I get down on my knees.

Once his jeans are unbuttoned, he lowers them and his underwear to just above his knees. His cut cock is average size, but it is perfectly round, perfectly straight, and has a large mushroom cap head.

Intending to give him a show, I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and slowly move forward, sliding my tongue along its underside while I slide him into my mouth. I feel a large hand grasp the top of my head, stopping me. Then, he slowly starts to thrust.

Since I’m immobilized, I can only use my tongue to help. With each thrust I flick it against the underside of his penis. I reach up and stimulate his balls, grasping them in my hand. I place my other hand on his smooth, muscled ass, pulling him forward, helping him to thrust into my warm mouth.

He immediately stops and removes my hands from his body. I let them drop to the floor, and he holds my head still with both hands now. When he’s satisfied that I won’t try anything further, he resumes his slow thrusting.

He wanted a talented mouth-drainer, but my job could be done by a fucking watermelon. A little annoyed, I sit there on the floor and stare at his pubic hair. It’s neatly shaved into a triangle of tiny black curls. I look up, and see only the smooth underside of his chin. He’s staring straight ahead out the hotel window. From the 20th floor we have an amazing view of the neon lights of Zanzibar and the Eaton’s Centre. I can hear a tinny beat coming from his Apple earbuds. But whatever he’s listening too, its for him only. For me the only sounds are the traffic below, the buzz of the hotel air conditioner, and the smacking sound of his penis moving against my wet lips.

“Make your lips tighter,” he orders. They are the only words he’s uttered. When he thrusts in again, I let my lips curl inwards over my teeth, and then bite down on them, applying the tight pressure he craves. I can immediately feel the results. His cock grows stiffer, fighting against the pressure. “Good.” I can taste some salty precum now.

He’s been so steady he must be following the rhythmic beat of music. Only now he breaks from it, and goes faster. His movements become shallower and I feel him squeezing my head harder, ensuring him absolute control over his own pleasure.

Even as he thrusts, I feel him squirting his seed. I taste it filling my mouth, mixing with my saliva. He keeps going, draining the contents of his balls into his obedient fuck toy. The black man’s cum tastes nutty and delicious. When he finally stops, although I know he is sensitive, I don’t care. I’m just a lifeless toy to him, and he is just a snack for me. I bite down hard through my lips and pull up along his softening penis, so I can wring out every drop of my reward.

He gasps and flinches away as soon as I release him. Keeping his eyes averted from mine, he busies himself with buttoning up his jeans, buckling his belt up.

“Thanks for cumming,” I quip.

Without so much as a nod, he picks up his coffee and Tim Horton’s bag and leaves.