Howdy Pardner

After my encounter with M, I still had one more meeting. I alluded to it in my previous post with my after-departure exchange with M.

Tex, I’ll call him that since he was a TX transplant in DC, was in his late 20s, scruffy hair, scruffy beard, handsome, but someone who looked like he had just rolled out of bed to make an appearance at my hotel room door – I swear it was 5 minutes after him saying he was heading out.

6’, 170, solid build of a guy. He wore very tight fitting jeans that left very little to the imagination – including the fact that there was no visible pantie line on him. Yes, this was a guy going commando. I admire that. I like to do it, but don’t do it enough.

When I undid his jeans a nice 8” super stiff dick popped out. There’d be no getting it to grow in my mouth at all. He was all the way where he needed to be and where I wanted him to be. Don’t get me wrong, I like to feel a guy harden in my mouth – because of my mouth!

I dropped to my knees and took him all the way down. His length and thickness fit my mouth just right. His hand on the back of my neck didn’t hurt anything. I love that shit.

We moved a few places around the room for me to feed on him – or him to fuck my face. We did a little of both.

Mind you – this is one dick I would have gladly bent over for (yeah, I know - don't say it!)

Tex had left his jeans on, just pulled down a bit and his cowboy boots remained on as well. It was a hot look. It was all business.


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Eventually, I got on the bed, with Tex standing beside me. I was working on him and unfortunately on myself too. I had been since M had been there. I shouldn’t have been – I know better. Tex and his cock were pretty hot and I got to a point I thought I could keep myself on the edge. But sometimes I ignore or don’t respond to the warning signs that I’ve gone past the point of no return.

With Tex’s cock buried in my mouth, and my hand off my dick, I still spewed my load onto my thigh, my pubes, the hotel bed and running down my leg. If he noticed, he didn’t let on – as you know with those total feeders, it’s all about them – they notice little else.

It was a huge load, but I figured, with one out of me, I had to replenish by ingesting some. So with a little more work, Tex pushed into my mouth, leaning over, bracing his hand on the mattress above my head so he could steady himself for his inevitable orgasm.

Tex had a nice sized load, but nothing outrageous. It didn’t have much taste, but it’s not about that. It’s about the ability to make them cum. Make them feel good enough to want to cum.

He was out of there in a flash, and that’s ok.

Pre my ejaculation, I would have wanted to get at least one more before I left for the airport, but as it turns out, the timing was ok. I showered, gathered my gear, and it was just enough time to grab a train to the airport.