twink – Grindr Fantasies

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.

Strangled

“I’ve been reading your stories,” he writes.

It’s an 18 year old black guy. His profile picture has him looking up seductively from a pillow.

“Which one did you like?”

“I like them all. Can I see ur pics again?”

We met once about eight months ago. It had to be on campus, because he was between classes.

“I’m on campus could I come” he asks.

It’s almost 6pm. Those pesky janitors will start to poke around the washrooms soon. “Sure, I’m around.”

“Kk.”

I continue reading some stuff online. I get about two minutes into it when I see the message.

“I’m here. In the washroom.”

Shit. I scramble my stuff together and run to the nature building. My favourite washroom is in the basement of the nature building. It’s where I did my second ever BJ, and many since. It is usually pretty safe. But now, I can see the cleaning staff’s supply cart is already wheel out and waiting.

I knock quietly and the door opens by itself, to an empty washroom. When I walk in, he is tucked behind the door.

The youth is tall, and wearing a gray hoodie. I stare at him while I take off my coat and shirt and set them on the diaper change table. I can’t stop staring at his face. His brown skin glows with the youthfulness of a teenager, and his lips are plump and inviting. Yet he is tall and strong. I can’t believe I get to suck his cock.

His hands are large, and he unbuckles his belt with long jointed fingers. “You want me to piss in your mouth?” he asks.

He really has been reading my stories! “Sure!” I tell him, kneeling down. He lowers his black underwear and pulls out his dick, which must be 8” long, and points it down at the floor. I get down and put my mouth on it and wait.

Right away, he puts a hand under my chin and yanks my head up to look at him.

“When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes sir.” I kneel before him and wait obediently. In the silence, I can hear the sink dripping. I stay perfectly still, just waiting and ready to take his stream.

“It’s too hard, so just suck it,” he says.

I obey, wrapping my mouth around it and suckle it like a popsicle.

He grabs my shoulders with his large strong hands and shoves me against the wall, leaning into my mouth so much that he rests his knees against my triceps, and then he face-fucks me.

He grabs my hands in his, and places them on his butt. Then he slaps his ass with my hand. The slap echos in the bathroom, and I fear it could be heard outside the thin door. Still, when he takes his hand away, I slap him again, and squeeze his butt cheek, rolling it in my hands. In response, he shoves his dick further in my mouth.

He stands up and I stay there obediently, letting his dick plop from my mouth. In response, he grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “Don’t stop,” he commands. “Don’t ever stop for anything.” When I nod my head, he uses his other hand to pick up his massive dick and shoves it into my mouth once again.

I comply, bobbing my head back and forth between his body and the concrete wall.

Then I feel his hands caress my shoulders. They slowly move up my neck, caressing my skin. His hands are so large they can wrap all the way around my neck with no effort. Suddenly they start to squeeze. My windpipe is being compressed by his grip. I am being strangled. I look up at him, eyes wide, and see his face. The world slows down for me. His lips move: “Don’t stop.” he mouths soundlessly. My blood is pounding in my eyes and I am afraid. My mind is racing. He digs his two thumbs painfully into the side of my windpipe. Every detail of his face is burning into my brain now. His plump lips glisten in the bathroom light. His left ear has small a gold star earring. I even notice his eyebrow hair, one errant black strand juts out longer than the others. His eyes are deep brown staring into mine with cold fascination, as he squeezes the life out of me, because nobody every let him do this before. We are intimately connected; we are aggressor and victim. I can see his thoughts and I am scared. The sound of blood rushing in my ears is deafening as he continues to squeeze.

At last he lets up and I gasp for breath, sucking in air around his dick which is even harder now. Don’t stop, I tell myself, and bob my head up and down. He reaches down my back and pulls on the back of my underwear, giving me a wedgie, as he bends forward it becomes difficult to move, my cheek is mashed up against his abs, and I struggle to flick my tongue against his giant throbbing cockhead. Still, he keeps on pulling up, and I can hear the first of many seams of my $35 pump underwear ripping. He relentlessly pulls, and I wince as I hear each stitch rip apart. I feel the fabric bunch together into a tight thin rope and it digs into my anus. My ass is exposed to the cold bathroom air now. That’s when I feel his hand slap my ass. The slap rings out in the bathroom. Again, he slaps me, five, six times, each harder than the last. I cry out in pain, but my cries are muffled against his thigh.

It just makes him hornier. He stands there before me, cock jutting into my mouth and watches while I suck him. “Slower,” he says. I slow down, almost stopping. Too slow. He grabs my head and moves it for me, showing me what he wants.

“I’m gettin’ close.”

I slow down again, obediently, almost stopping.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” With that, I feel his hands reach around my neck again, his large hands closing around my windpipe. This time, as he tightens his grip, he starts to fuck my mouth. I look up, trying to see his face again, but this time he has not bothered to move his shirt, and all I can see is the thick fabric of his hoodie. The blood rushes to my ears, and I begin to notice things. The zipper of his hoodie, the gray and white fibers of this fabric, stitched into microscopic triangles. Time slows down and I can no longer breath, or move in his strong grip. His thumbs stab my throat painfully and he thrusts deeper each time. Although seconds have passed I feel like I can’t breath and I am filled with dread… I am not going to be able to take another breath until he is done with me. My eyes feel huge, like they are going to explode in their sockets. My mind circles in panic. Can he even think straight like this? What if he squeezes harder? Every sense is heightened. I can even taste the subtle saltiness of his pre-cum.

After an eternity, it happens. He grips my neck not releasing it and gasps as his cum courses through his massive penis. With each pulse, his grip slackens and soon I am gasping, sucking in life-giving air so fast I accidentally choke on his thick cum.

“Sorry about the underwear,” he says.

“That’s OK, I have lots,” I tell him. My voice is hoarse.

“Good. You better fucking write a story,” he says, and the door closes behind him.

I immediately lock it so the janitor can’t come in, and look in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is wild. My neck has two blotches of red skin where his thumbs were. I lean over the sink and splash some water over my face, run my fingers through my hair. It has never felt so good to be alive.

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.

Night Call

This Filipino boy is hot stuff and he knows it. He live casts on Blued and has tons of fans and reputation. On the casts, he has stylish hair, chats in his smooth voice with dozens of fans. Sometimes I watch but I can’t understand the language. I just sit and stroke my cock, listening to his sexy voice.

I met him before he was famous, in the laundry room of his apartment one morning. He was 18 and it was one of his first hookups. He must have liked it, because three years later he always manages to find me on Grindr, Blued, and Snapchat even while cycling through multiple accounts.

Tonight, after all this time, he invites me to his place. He lives over a plumbing store, and an upstairs storeroom, barely furnished, has been rented out to people on the cheap. It’s nearly midnight. He meets me at the storefront, and I can barely make out his figure through the glass commercial door. He turns the latch and cracks open the heavy door. “Just go upstairs,” he says as he begins the long procedure of re-locking the door. Everything is dark and I almost stumble over the boxes of products covering the stairs to the storerooms. Soon he follows and beckons for me to come into his room

It’s dark here too, and cramped. There is a couch by the door and it’s clear we will not be going inside any further. He looks at me intensely and shoves his thumb into his shorts, slowly pushing them down. I reach over and grope his erection through the fabric

“Want me to sit down?” he asks.

“If you want to, sure!”

He reclines on the couch and opens his legs for me. His underwear is just below his knees, keeping them together but I manage to kneel and squeeze in between his thighs. I bend down and ever so slowly lick his ass crack under his nuts, and he moans. “You have really big balls,” I tell him. They are like apples resting on the couch, hairless and smooth and still damp from the shower. I mouth one and then the other.

I can’t remember anything from our first encounter, so I start off gradually and then speed up, bobbing my head. He seems to enjoy it, but after an eternity I start to get tired. I’m sweating. I have to stop, and I look up at him. “You can move my head if you want,” I tell him.

“Oh really? Sure.” He grips my head, suddenly pushing it down until my lips mash against his pubic bone. His cock is deep inside me now. I can’t breath. “Ooooh yeeeaaah,” he says and he starts to move my head around. But not up as I expected. He moves me in a circle, like waxing a car. I have to hold my breath even longer to keep from gagging as I feel his cock head shifting inside my throat. After a few laps, he slowly lifts me up, almost to the tip. I gulp in some air before he pushes me all the way down again. “Oooooh yeah that feels good.” Slowly up and slowly down, then around for many seconds while I can’t breath.

Aside from the breathing part, this is much much slower than I was doing it. If only I’d known! I’m gonna have to make this offer more often…

“I’m gonna stand up, you ok with that?” he asks.

He stands up and his cock is jutting out inches from my face. He grabs my head and shoves into my mouth once more. “Ooooooooooohh yeah.” He moans again. Soon my face is turned upwards to face him. He uses it to support his weight as he leans into my face and fucks.

Relishing the opportunity, I grip his ass, shamelessly feeling him up, running my fingers around to map out every detail in the darkness. It is clenched tight and firm, and as he has arched his back upwards there are ripples in the flesh. I let my fingers fall into his crack and try to pry it open a little, but it will not yield while he is clenched and focused on thrusting his pelvis at my warm mouth.

He’s getting more frantic now, almost hitting my teeth and I gotta focus on keeping them out of the way. Nothing but my lips can touch his wildly thrusting penis. “Ooooh yeaaah… ooh yeah,“ his rhythmic moans rise in pitch.

“I’m gonna cum!”, he tells me, as a courtesy, but still he grips the top of my head so I can’t let go or do anything. He’s silent and keeps thrusting for another full minute. I hold my breath, not daring to move. The world stands still, until I feel him shooting. My mouth fills with his delicious load and he pounds it back down my throat.

Finally he stops and stands there with his dick hanging out of my mouth and lets me suck him. I stay there for him, being very gentle and he dips the slackening tip in and out of my mouth a couple of times, letting the remainder come out. I very gently suckle him

“It’s getting ticklish,” he says, making a face and I know it is time to go.