I never considered myself to be gay or even bi-sexual for that matter, but for some reason, I had this fascination with sucking another man's cock. I had no desire for their affection, friendship, or any type of relationship with them. I just wanted to feel that hard flesh in my mouth and throat.
Recently, I started chatting with a man named Randal, on one of the popular social media/meetup platforms and shared my desires with him. He was bisexual and was more than willing to indulge me in my fantasies, so I set up a meeting date and time in the city, so there would be little chance of me running into anyone I knew there. Randal had shown me a few pictures of his cock, and I thought it was gorgeous, long, and smooth, with a nice fat head.
I met up with him at the lounge, in the hotel that we had decided to meet at. We had a few drinks together, and chatted about all kinds of things, our mutual likes, and dislikes. I found out he was married, but according to him, he and his wife had an open marriage. No matter, I was not there for a relationship. We finished our drinks and headed up to the room that he had reserved.
After getting into the room, Randal moved in to try and get close to me as if to kiss me, but I had to stop him and remind him that I was not into all that. He nodded, then went over by the bed, and started to undress. I stood there watching him until he removed the last article of clothing he had on, his underwear. I raised my eyebrows in appreciation as his still flaccid cock flopped out when his boxers hit the floor. Even soft, it looked magnificent.
Randal reached down and stroked himself while he looked at me with a smile, asking me if I thought his cock looked as good in person as it did in the photos. I smiled and nodded, then moved over closer to him as he continued stroking his now rapidly rising flesh. When it had gotten completely hard, I motioned for him to sit on the bed as I kneeled on the floor in front of him.