I was in another town, staying at a nicer high rise hotel. I was only there a night before heading home but I woke up that morning horny. Like crazy horny. I popped onto Grindr and checked around a bit. Not too many folks around even though it was a bigger city. I messaged a few folks with no responses, but one did get back to me right away. We chatted briefly -- I was dying to give some head -- and while he was interested, he dropped off the chat. Bummer.
I went about my morning, heading out into the town and walking around a few blocks to find coffee and a bakery. My breakfast followed me into the hotel room's large bathtub and I laid back, horny and annoyed I couldn't do anything about it. Until he got back to me! I only had an hour until check out, but he was close. A couple blocks away. And he was interested. Alright, I could do this. I gave him the hotel name and my room number, then quickly finished up my breakfast and the bath. I threw on some clothes and waited for him.
Fifteen minutes or so go by before I finally get the knock at my door. He's a bit short, but thin and attractive. He's not quick at east, which is okay since I wasn't either. We make the smallest of talk heading from the door toward the bed and I ask how he wanted to do this. He wanted to lay back in the bed, so he stripped down and I glanced at the clock -- worried as my time was ticking down.
But a naked guy with a cute, cut cock was in my bed. The head was a nice dark tan that matched well with his olive skin. It was a little thin but a good length and -- most importantly -- already hard. I climbed into bed with him and kissed along his thigh to his balls. I touched his cock for the first time while I pushed it against his stomach so I could get my lips on his sack. I kissed the less than bare package but they were weighty and I could tell they needed drained, and not just because he told me that before heading over.
I kissed and licked them, even sucked on one a little bit and feeling him tense under me. I finally moved to his cock, licking up its length to the tip. I gave it a little kiss and then enveloped it with my mouth, pushing my head as far as I could before it brushed off the back of my tongue. I've got a gag reflex, so I knew not to push it, even if I only had maybe three-quarters of him in my mouth. I pulled back, and then pushed in again, holding his cock in my mouth this time and sucking gently on it. It was just deep enough to get my mouth watering in anticipating of gagging. But I knew the line and instead the saliva just coating my tongue and his cock. I pulled back and popped him out of my mouth, letting long strands of spit stretch from my lips. I stroked him a few times with my saliva before taking his cock back in.
After a few minutes, he asked if I wanted him to blow me. I declined knowing the time, but reconsidered almost right away -- I would love sucked off. So we switched places. I stripped down and laid back on the bed while he crawled over me. He wrapped his hand around me cock, put his lips on the tip and slowly lowered his head, keeping a firm grip on the bit of my shaft not in his mouth. His warm tongue, wet lips and fingers squeezing me were fantastic. A few long, slow bobs had my toes curling in pleasure. But I really wanted him my mouth, so I quietly whispered "I want to suck you."
