He was a Manhunt find.
Like all sites, Manhunt seems to be hit and miss. But out in California, it was a hit. Twice. Mind you, with the same guy two different times, but what the fuck - it worked.
He (I got no name) was 6'3", shaved head, a beautiful toso that as partially shaved into somewhat of a diamond shaped pattern.
He claims his cock was 8" x 5.5", but it seems larger...and thicker. But numbers and tape measures do not lie.
He also seemed at least an inch taller.
First time, he arrived late. Late enough that I was on the phone, on a work call, because I didn't think he was going to show. He entered quietly. He stepped behind me and rubbed my chest and nipples. I was a bowl of jelly while talking with whomever I was talking with. He knew it. He was revving my engines.
The man was wickedly masculine and handsome - I would tell him later, totally porn-worthy. What he was doing hooking up with the likes of me is completely unknown. I wasn't really going to argue the fact.
He was affectionate in nuzzling his unshaven face near mine and by my neck. Lips would never touch - either visit.
I slowly stripped off his suit, cufflinks, tie, etc. He was dressed up for work, but in middle of the morning, here he was, in my hotel room.
I stopped him as he went for his belt. Exposing him that way would be my "task". I love doing that and it's hot for a man like that to just stand there and be worshipped in certain ritualistic ways. Plus, before those pants come off, I love seeing a shaft just sticking out of an open fly. Most tops don't see the beauty in this, but I didn't want to be denied. I wasn't.
It was a fucking beautiful thing.
While ultimately successful, I did have to work to get that rod down my throat. I went to the short hairs and he fucking liked it. I fucking loved it. While we never truly talked about how he wanted to be drained, what good session doesn't usually start with some head?
I so wanted to eat his ass too, but he said he would think about it. It turns out he's not a fan of having it eaten, which I don't get. I TOTALLY get guys hesitant about eating another ass. But somewhere along the line, I got the green light and he was fucking moaning. The hole was tight, so he's not the kind to have it played with often, if at all. Maybe he thought if one barrier went down, the others would. I had no intention of using anything but my flesh colored tongue for insertion.
The guy loved my nuts. Granted, they are large and he assumed it was because I had a huge load in them. I did, but they are always that large anyways. I told him I don't come that much.
We did move over to the bed. He leaned back while I sucked him. He played with my nuts. His fingers found my hole.
The man was skilled. Not with this fingers but with that massive rod. He claimed not to want to fuck, but would rub the head over my hole, leaving me wanting....needing.
He teased and teased and then the head was in. Then 2".....then 4. Just my spit as lube, no poppers.......and soon he was hitting bottom. And it was fucking glorious. He stood between the bed and the wall and I placed my feet against the wall.
It seemed to be good for him too. He could feel me clamp down on every withdrawal. He felt me relax for every push. His eyes would roll in his head for the former, as if he were trying to keep control of his orgasm. I have seen it enough times with enough men to know the symptoms.
He kept claiming he wanted to unload in my mouth, but didn't stop the pumping of my ass. I don't know if it was a ruse to keep up me so he could finish or if he thought he had time.
I could read the signs in his face - there was no holding off. I squeezed my ass muscle and that's all she wrote. The eyes rolled back once more and he got his nut.
Once he came off his orgasm high, he insisted I jack off. Normally I do this for no man, but he was fucking hotter than shit.
He tugged my nuts and I stroked my dick. I got off - big time. I had a 10 day load, easily. I hit everywhere and everything with my jizz. He was in awe.
He said, "I thought you said you don't come very much". I misspoke, I told him. I meant, I don't come very often.
A week later, I was back in his town and he was back in my room, though at night.
There was very little foreplay this time. It was fucking.
Again, just spit, no poppers.....his dick, my ass. Hand and glove came to mind, but he wore no glove. It felt as good the second time as the first. It had not been a fluke.
Both of our methods made the other feel good, until he slipped out of me.....on purpose.
With no words, he lay back on the bed and waited. I took the hint.
Straddling him, I held his dick stead and slid it into me. Slow and deliberate, I sank onto it, again, till we were bush to ass. Then I rode.
He insisted (again), I jack off while I fucked myself on him and cum on him and in his face. It seemed like a good deal to me.
He made it to the finish line before I do - they always do, but I don't come that often.
He closed his eyes and got off, then encouraged me to shoot. I did - hitting mostly his face, but a few times in the face and once in the eye.
I will give him this, he had me stand there, while he watched me afterwards and he stroked himself off - getting a second load. Had I known, I would have been on my knees to catch it like a good boy.
I'm hoping to be back in his town sooner than later.