"Have you had lunch, or is this it?"
He let that roll off his tongue while he looked down at me.
But it was my lunch - all protein. And that's what I told him when I came off his meat for a second.
He hit me up on Grindr. As it turned out, I was leaving work shortly to head to another meeting off site. He lived somewhat on the way, he invited, I accepted. And yes, it was right around the lunch hour.
There was no awkwardness when I got to his house. I was shown what was clearly a guest room. There was no pretense either. I rubbed his crotch a few times for good measure and then got to my knees.
While I was happy to unbutton his fly, he did it for me. I had little time to waste, so I pulled down his tightie whities. Ill fitting at that. They didn't show off what he had, which was about 6.5" of dick - decent thickness too.
He let me do all the work.
I don't mind a guy taking control of things - as if you didn't already know that - but this man wasn't like that. He was nice. I think he thought he deserved to be serviced, but he wasn't aggressive about it.
He would stand there, sometimes with his head back, but more often than not, I'd look up to see his head tilted to the side so he could watch his shaft disappear and then reappear. He'd repeatedly say how awesome that looked and how hot it was to watch.
Well fuck - I love to be watched, even if it is from the man I'm servicing. He loved my lips passing back and forth over the ridge of the head of his cock.
"Fuck - you're good at that".
It's nice to hear. I'd be lying if I didn't think I have some exceptional oral skills, but it's good to get that affirmation. I told him I'd like to be his cocksucker. I don't know why I think it, but I sensed he might be too proper to use a term like that......or see people in that type of context. Yet here I was, on my knees, in the middle of the day, in a guest bedroom, slurping on his boner.
Oh yes, the meat was soaked in my spit and I went up and down on it. Slowly at times, faster at others. While I like the long, drawn out blowjob, there was a time limit here. I had to be at this upcoming meeting. It wasn't optional.
But I was alternating on deep throating and working the head. I did my patent-pending tongue tickle of the shaft. He said it almost like an apology, but I don't think he meant it.
"I'm really making you work for that load".
He was proud of the fact that he was making it so.
I didn't mind, and I said so. "You could suck me for hours". I told him I would, given the chance.
I would say I felt his cock get harder after I worked on that rod for a while longer, but I'd be lying. He was solid the entire time. He doesn't have big nuts, so I couldn't quite tell if they were getting tighter. But he made some vocal overtures that told me he was closer.......and he did announce it a few seconds before.
The load was large and had a good consistency, but little taste.
None of that mattered, of course. The ability to make him feel good and empower him while I went about extracting his seed is what it's mostly about. The cum is just the extra something. Though I know he liked me swallowing it, then squeezing the shaft to make sure all drops were gotten.
As he put on his pants, and me just standing up (as I didn't take my pants down, or even open my zipper), I adjusted myself and noticed I was leaking. But he broke my momentary self-reflection by asking if I was ok headed to my afternoon of work.
I smiled and said I was, though I would be going with semen breath.
He shot back, "I have tic-tacs".
I replied, as I got to the door, "I never said I wanted to cover up the taste or smell". And then I said I hope I'd see him again.
He assured me I would.