His Scruff picture looked very masculine. For the record, he viewed me but said nothing. I ended up reaching out to him.
5'11", 175lb, short trimmed beard and looking like he would lack hair under the cap worn in the picture.
Pictures are deceiving. There are ways to interpret them, or we build our own back story on the man we see, that we converse with, that we temporarily want. I am 100% guilty of this. This was no exception.
There was back and forth with vague messages coming from him. He was from out of town at a nearby hotel and leaving the next day - I had nothing to lose. I IM'd him a picture of me sucking a cock. No way NOT to get the point, right?
He got the point.
There was more back and forth on timing, which I feared wouldn't work - and it didn't until the next morning. He was slow to respond to messages but more than insinuated he needed his dick in my mouth. And since he had given me his hotel and room number the night before I took a chance and headed his way (one fucking mile!) and hopes he'd return my message before I got to his door.
He did not. But I knocked anyways. Again, I had nothing to lose. Certainly not pride!
The guy answered and let me in. I guess he read his texts? I don't care - he let me in.
But that's when reality smashes into "fantasy". I don't totally mean to disparage, but............
His wrists had too many gold chain bracelets on them. The same wrists were too limp. And too many esses fell out of his mouth. And if he was 5'11", I'm 6'9". I'm guessing he was 5'8" - tops.
The height didn't matter to me, because the idea was for me to be shorter than he'd ever be. That's always the case when one is on their knees, which is where I went.
At first the cock was unremarkable, but we have all been in that situation - well the cocksuckers and bottoms in this bunch - that what you see isn't always what you get. The guy did grow to a good almost 8" - thin shaft, but still 8".
He stood for a bit as I took him all the way down. Naturally. It's what I do. I worked on him until he was at full mast.
At that point he sat on the edge of the bed and I continued to work on him. At this point, after being let in, not a word had been said. Not a sound made that wasn't saliva mixed with lips and skin.
Only at some point did he stand back up and say the only words uttered in that room until the act was over: "let's move over to that chair". um.....sure.
He sat. I went back to kneeling. This dick pointed straight up and I went straight down. My lips played with him, my tongue danced, my suction varied - all in attempts to know what I was doing right or wrong by his actions, words or noises. None of that was to come.
But his cock was hard, so I was doing something correctly.
I must have worked on it with my mouth another 7-10 minutes. Any experienced cocksucker normally can tell the approach of orgasm - even with a silent guy. I'd lump myself into that category, as this wasn't my first cock...........of the week.
I got none of that from him. Not even the additional last minute hardening of his shaft. I suppose if I were playing with his nuts I might have felt them tighten. But I didn't and I didn't.
At first I thought he started to pre-cum and that may have been the case. Then more. Then more. But then my mouth flooded. Subtle pulses that spewed semen into my mouth.
There was a lot of it. And it fucking tasted good. And he never made a sound or a move. I swallowed. Naturally.
I tried to get out of there with no small-talk. He tried, but it became more of a one-sided conversation. I don't think anyone thanked anyone. Not my norm, but I wanted to go. I got a nice dick and a nice load from someone who wasn't as masculine as I would have liked or perceived. Time to go!
I got to the elevator and a masculine balding man in glasses was there in jeans and a button down. With nothing to lose, I eyed him up and down - without subtlety. Both hands were in his front pockets and I was hoping he'd start playing a little pocket pool - but the doors opened up and there were people inside.
He seemed hot, but maybe that was my perception.