travel – 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.

Italy boy

So I’m in Montreal with my friend, Z and we have a hotel room at the Travelodge. I can’t resist a great deal. The room was advertised for two people, and it’s about the size of a closet. Yet they somehow crammed two single beds into it. It’s about 10 in the morning and Z’s laying back on his bed, scrolling on his phone. I tell him I’m having a guy over. He’s OK with it.

Great. I text the guy back. “He might be in the room but he won’t be participating.”

“ok. But he could idc”

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I turn to my friend. “He’ll be here in six minutes.”

Z sighs and drops his phone on the bed. “I’m going out then. Tell me when you’re done.” He quickly gets his travel bag and leaves.

Moment’s later, there’s a soft knock at the door. I open it and in walks a tall Italian teenager. His curly black hair shines in the light. We exchange pleasantries and he starts to remove his expensive leather Italian shoes and unbuckle his belt. Soon he’s in his underwear, blue, form fitting. I drop to my knees and press my face into his crotch. When I finally look up at him, and he’s staring down at me, I can’t believe this twink came over. Half the guys in my catholic high school were Italian, and even decades later, this is like a dream to me. When I get tired of mouthing the fabric of his underwear, I put my two thumbs under his waist band and yank it down. They slide the ground and he gracefully steps out of them.

I lick his balls, and as I rake my eyes up his perfect abs I see him staring down with great interest. Suddenly I mouth his dick and he moans in excitement. I run my hands over his firm butt, just feeling every inch of him and he begins to hump into my mouth, slamming his fat dick head against my throat. I pull off, and see that it’s huge, with a slight curve upwards, so thick it’s oval shaped with a flat top. And, unlike many thick cocks I’ve seen, it’s long too. I push him toward the bed, and he sits on it.

“Where-ever you’re most comfortable,” he says. Soon we are both on the bed, and I am on my knees between his outstretched legs, deep-throating him. I’m not sure it’s working, but he seems to be enjoying it. We go for a while, and when I stop for a break, he gets up and throws one leg off the bed. What’s going on?

He gets up, then motions for me to lie down. He reaches down, grabs my arms and yanks me, so I’m face up, with my head hanging off the side of the bed. When I open my mouth, he smiles, then reaches down and grabs his dick, aiming it. With a gentle nudge, it goes all the way, hitting parts of my throat that have never been hit before. I don’t usually gag. I can hold my breath, but somehow, there is some spot deep in there that doesn’t want to be hit that I didn’t even know about. I let him hump a few times before I have to let out a deep breath, and he pulls off and lets me lick his balls a little, balancing his massive cock on my chin. I look up and see him staring back at me, with an odd smile on his face.

He goes in, again sliding it deep within my throat. He doesn’t fuck, but is just letting it sit there and slowly slide out again so I can take a breath. I wonder if it’s even working for him. Most guys in their 20s and 30s need to be stroked quickly to get anywhere. After a few more times, he pulls out all the way.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks.

“In my throat.” My voice is raspy. “Deep, deep in my throat.” Makes sense. He’d said he just turned 18.

He gazes down at me and smiles. I look deep into his brown eyes, I can see fire in them, an adventurous spirit, and something else—a hunger and excitement, like a fox about to capture his prey. “I’m almost going to cum,” he says. He uses his hand to point his dick again, and leaning his body forward, slides in. Once again his weighty balls are resting on the bridge of my nose and I’m staring up his ass crack.

I’m holding my breath, with my hands pressed against his thighs, ready to but trying my best not to shove him off of me. He’s barely thrusting, resting it there like a python in a log. He just twitches his hips a little, pulling it in and out mere millimeters. I think he’s edging. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I can feel myself getting dizzy, but I tell myself I am deep under the ocean, with no way to take a breath until I break the surface.

Suddenly his breathing quickens. He moans deeply in ecstasy and inches from my face I can see his ass muscles squeezing together as I feel my throat filling with heat: blast after blast of the teen’s thick load. It lasts more than 10 seconds until he pulls out, dribbling cum up the side of my face, over my forehead and into my hair. Immediately, I roll onto my side and launch into a coughing fit.

I manage to hold up my hand. “I’m OK. Thanks, I liked it,” is all I manage to get out.

He laughs. “Good, I think it was a lot.”

I grin, finally able to suppress the coughs. “It was.”

We chat for a minute. He’s visiting from Italy with his dad. Montreal is a nice place. I’m surprised people stay out so late here, but where he comes from, they do as well. But he agrees that there’s just something different in Montreal. A feel-good feeling of friendliness, and a more vibrant culture.

“Can I use your washroom?” he asks.

I nod, and he goes into the small washroom (a closet within a closet) to clean up and apparently also to comb his hair. I grab my phone and text Z to come back.

No sooner has the Italian teen left than my friend opens the door. He’s suspicious. “I saw him in the lobby. He was looking at me. How did he know it was me?”

Lucky guess? I might have described Z a little to him in the texts.

“Yeah, I was sitting near the elevator and he gave me the strangest look… and then he was on his phone. Seemed pretty happy.”

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.

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.”

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.