It's been almost two years since I saw him. If he remembered me he didn't acknowledge it or let on. But most people are not cursed with a memory like mine. And let's be honest, to him, I might not have been memorable.
From his response to my ad, I suspected it was him. That was confirmed when I opened the door. The same pang of his semi-effeminate behavior was present, but it dissipated quickly from remembering how we fucked last time and from the quickness of the encounter.
I remembered the cock. I remembered his verbal abilities. I remembered his aggression. That was enough to let him walk over the threshold.
As I pulled off his belt and dropped his pants, he had a noticeable wet spot on his underwear. He saw me see it and commented that he'd been watching porn all day and edging. Straight porn - if one believes that. I'm still not buying he is straight - though oddly enough, I do love some of the guys in straight porn much better than gay porn. So it is possible, just not probable.
Because of this "leakage" and his admission, I wasn't getting a 60 minute session out of him this night - nor did I want one. I had other plans, other people stopping by. I had a schedule to keep.
As soon as I got down on my knees, he started with the name calling. "Whore", "Slut", "Cocksucker". I am good with all of those.
Like last time, there was no reciprocation, nor did I want any.
Sucking didn't last long, soon I was on my back on one of the hotel beds. He scooped a little lube, lined up his cock and pushed right into me. I took it like a champ - if I say so myself.
While the session didn't last an hour, I was hoping it would last longer than 20 minutes.
The time before, it was about edging him. It was about mutual extended pleasure. It's safe to say this time, I was on the receiving end of a pump 'n dump.
I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that - we've all been there.........haven't we?
I could feel him spasm in me, loading up my ass with his sperm.
Soon enough he was gone - and another guy was on his way over...........