I told her I'd meet her in the hotel lobby. I'd be the guy with the Wall Street Journal. She was encouraged to wear a skirt with no panties and high heels. I saw her coming toward the door from behind the mirrored glass of the lobby. She had done as I'd instructed. Her tanned, toned calves were exquisite in her stiletto leopard-print shoes. The skirt was just above the knee, but you could tell she wasn't used to being pantyless. Her heavy breasts were showcased in a blouse with plenty of cleavage. I met her but didn't say a word as I e****ted her to the elevator. We were alone. I pres... Continue»
The strangest thing happened to me a little while ago. I thought I would never tell anyone what happened either but I kinda like the idea that guys will jerk off as they read my story. I admit, while I am writing this I feel aroused a little and oh how I wish I could watch you wanking or even feel your shaft.
I'm not gay they always say. I don't care much for gay men. I always think gay and straight are measured by how they behave. I like women’s bodies and football and dirty jokes and pints of beer and rugby and if I watch gay pornography I am turned off. I think that makes me straight?
I am a field engineer and travel a lot with full expenses, so often I will take my partner with me and she will shop while I work, and then we enjoy the hospitality of a decent hotel. I was on yet another jaunt to bonnie Scotland but she had to work. On this occasion I would have to travel alone but it was only for two nights. Not so bad really, but boring, and this hotel was very pleasant. A proper old Tudor style almost castle in the highlands with a moat and surrounding manicured fields with deer and rabbits and the occasional tree leading all the way down to a loch. Me at one four seat table with white cloth and silver cutlery and some other guy in his forties who like me probably didn’t go to the gym or have ripped biceps. Just a normal guy sat at the next table facing me and also all alone. Boring musac played in the background that may as well have been silent and austere. Eventually the waitress arrived to ask what I wanted and she was so sweet and desirable that I had no choice but to forgive her lateness. She went over to the stranger and after some mutterings had to bend over slightly to point and explain the menu he held. Her skirt was too short and rode up as her bum stuck out and through my head went wishes of bending her over the table and taking her from behind, this girl who was half my age.
A second waitress brought the food out to both tables at the same time and she was a stunner. As she lent over to place my meal carefully held in a tea towel as her silky Edinburgh accent soothed “mind the plate it’s very hot” I could see the milky bulge of firm right breast. I stared in the vain hope of a glimpse of nipple. No such luck as the unnecessary bra held her secure. I watched the twenty odd year old firm arse cheeks twitch away and wished so much to be 20 years younger right now. If I was she would say no but at least she would not see a lecherous old man.
The other guy with half a mouth of Aberdeen Angus steak pointed at the kitchen door with his fork and muttered “Fit or what?” I just nodded and huffed. Neither of us had a chance with either girl even though it felt like we were the only four occupants of the establishment. I sat back and sucked in air and pressed my aching tummy back into place as a little belch fell out and I held my breath before puffing as the first waitress asked me if I’d like anything else. Digestion maybe? I would have to sl**p this off and so I asked for a rum, large one please? Other guy was already sitting back relaxing and having a pint and smiled as he clarified “That’s better, I needed that.”
He got up to leave but he didn’t, he came over to my table and I felt encroached. What was he going to do? I hate when boring salesmen throw themselves at you and start talking about their job and, oh bollocks, he was pulling out the chair opposite me and sat down placing his shot glass on the napkin. Oh great I thought as he burped ‘Graham’ and held out his hand. I shook it of course to be polite but I wanted him to fuck off and quick, “That meal was great,” he said, “a go on one of those girls would be a dessert but, it’s not gonna happen I suppose.”
I still didn’t speak; I just thought what a strange comment from someone I don’t even know. But his ongoing conversation was mildly entertaining and we found a common interest, we both loved Thailand and persisted in trying to outdo each other in knowledge and exploit stories.
Waitress number one came back and asked if we’d like more drinks. I insisted on paying, why not? My boss is paying for it. Graham made some smart suggestive comment to the girl, which she ignored and then she asked what we wanted for breakfast. He replied “what an offer that is.” But she wasn’t tagging as her ‘please give me felatio highland accent gave “What are you like?” I was staring at the V crease in the front of her dark blue short skirt as in my head the x-ray vision could see her mound and I wanted to pull her in and slide my tongue into the soft moist sweet lips. Under the table my cock was tingling with anticipation. With four rums inside me I wanted her. And her friend come to that.
“Good job I’m on the ground floor” I said, “I’m so stuffed I couldn’t manage the stairs.”
“I’m on the ground too” replied Graham, “What room are you in?” It seemed a perfectly innocent question as I told him 116. “Blow me” he continued, “I’m in 119.”
Don’t know what difference that made apart from the fantasy uniformed waitresses could swap guys for a second fuck. “Well I’m going to call it a day” I said as I rose pushing the dining chair back till it nearly fell. Graham got up too muttering yeah why not.
As we staggered along the hallway and reached my room door he asked if I wanted a nightcap from his minibar? Well why not eh? I sat on the end of his bed and pressed the on button of his TV. First vision I receive is a woman giving a semi erect cock a bl**dy good seeing to with her mouth. I just stared at it in jealousy as I could hear over my shoulder “Yeah, I was having a look at the porn channels before going to eat but none of them were on”. I replied, “Well they are now” and carried on watching.
I leant back on one elbow and it was visibly obvious in the front of my Levi’s that I had an erection. Graham mimicked me and I took a careful opportunity to see if he was in the same state of arousal. Clearly he was and he looked like a big boy as it bent around uncomfortably across his left pocket. I stared at it for ages and tried to imagine what it looked like inside those suit trousers. I gave it up and went back to the TV where the lady was now getting it from both ends from two very ugly men with very long, straight, and very hard shafts as she groaned in pretended climaxity. I felt the bed jiggle about as if someone was fidgeting and instinctively looked across to Graham lying next to me whose trousers were opened wide and pushed down over his hips and he was one handedly with his thumb in the top of his boxers pulling down. I could see the middle half of his shaft and just the top edge of one testicle and that was enough to get my attention. For some mesmerising reason I wanted to see his cock that suddenly pinged out from its trap and twitched north as he sighed, “blimey that’s better”.
It was so different to mine. It was maybe only an inch thick but so bl**dy long compared to me. It curled to the left and was ribbed through and through with veins and his foreskin covered the end. He took it in his left hand and pulled slowly down revealing an almost red bell end, almost round apart from the line down the banjo string. It felt really odd to be looking at this erection. I love to see them in porn movies. If they are not hard I don’t get off on it, but this was real and within touching distance. I was scared and excited and wondered where this encounter would go. Perhaps I should say goodnight and let him have a wank in private.
He lent back arching his ass and pushed his pants and trousers down to the knees and then took hold properly of his wanting manhood and I just stared. Neither of us spoke. I think he was enjoying showing off and I was certainly enjoying watching him as I decided I wanted a closer look. I turned to one side sliding down the bed and rested my head in my left hand propped on the bed and my elbow rested against his hip. He didn’t flinch as his left hand rubbed slowly, obviously not in any hurry, and I was excited by the tiniest of physical contact. I let my head slide off my hand and come to rest on his hip, his cock only inches from my face and my eyes directly in line with his helmet and I stared incessantly as the skin rolled over and back, over and back. Out of the lower of my eyes I could see huge balls rise up from his thighs and disappear again only to ride up once more and I could smell his manhood. It had a smell of desire and sex. It was a nice smell and wanting and I could now understand why women suddenly take you in their mouth. I was so excited and the butterflies so out of control I feared I would be sick and without thinking I placed my right hand on his leg, flat down my fingertips almost able to touch his balls that I could feel tugging at his legs skin. Still he didn’t flinch and how strange that this man who I only knew as Graham and yet I knew what job he did, that he was twice married and had two k**s and these days got most of his screws from Thai Bargirls was not embarrassed or put off by being so intimately close to another man while wanking.
I looked up out the top of my eyes only moving my head a fraction to see him holding up his head with his right hand and watching me watching him. I no longer cared that this was wrong and I cupped those huge balls in my hand. I had to move from one to the other because I could not hold them both in one hand. They tightened and flexed as I felt them gently and the wrinkles in the scrotum tightened and the hairs stiffened. He was liking this and though I didn’t want to, so was I. I moved my hand slowly stroking upward from his balls and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of his cock driving my fingertips through the jungle of black hair and he stopped wanking letting go of himself as I kept going and had a bl**dy good feel of his knob. What a weird sensation it is for a straight man to feel someone else’s hard on and Graham suddenly sat up on the bed. I let go in shock and horror that I had gone too far but he pulled his open neck shirt over his head as he muttered “come on, take your clothes off. I wanna watch you wank as well.” He lent forward and took off his kegs and socks and I still hadn’t moved. I felt him grab and squeeze hard my throbbing cock through the front of my denims and he spoke softly again, “Come on, I can see you need to empty out your balls as well” and he started undoing my belt and top button. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to do something very rude and I wasn’t going to stop him – I hoped.
He put his hand in my pants and held my shaft firm and I could feel my pants being dragged downward and as I closed my eyes I could feel that glorious warm wet smooth soothing sensation of a mouth over your helmet. I kept them closed tight and even though I could feel the roughness of bristle I pretended it was the waitress giving me a little something extra. He slid his mouth up and down my rigid member as he held on tight to the base of my shaft and then pushed on further into my underpants to cup my small tight balls in one hand. This was fantastic and I didn’t want to end. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted a vinegar stroke that would last all night. I looked up to see porn girl getting a face full from one of the workmen and I wanted so much to cum with him but wanted to stay a lot longer.
“How does that feel?” Graham asked, “Any better?” I didn’t speak as I pulled my Tee shirt over my head and I could feel him pulling my jeans down but couldn’t get them over my Reeboks. I leant forward to help out with the decloaking and he was so impatient. I looked at his naked body crouched on his heels close up and sensations I never knew existed pulsed through me, one half wanting me to stop right now, the other wanting this to go all the way. I finally managed to get some words out as “I’m not gay,” what a fucking dumb thing to say as Graham nodded and said ‘neither am I’, “come up here on the bed and lie down” I continued and swept my hands around his midriff to pull him in close. As we lolled onto the mattress bouncing slightly I felt his chest and nipples against me as they hardened and ran my right hand quickly down his strong back to his butt cheeks and on to the hairy thighs as I could feel his erection touching mine and pressed hard between our groins. “I really can’t believe I am doing this,” I murmured as I slid my hand round to his frontage, grasping once again at his length and feeling it from helmet to testicles.
I felt the hand around the back of my knee and he lifted my leg up to rest on his soft and slightly overweight side and then his hand sidled along the underside of my leg to my balls and the runway to my arse. He reached right round to hold my knob from behind as I stroked him gently and told him the truth and how I suddenly felt inside, “You have a fucking beautiful cock you know. If I was ever going to do a bi-curious thing I would have wanted someone with a cock like yours.” On the back of my wrist I could feel his navel as my hand went well past it to the top of his cock. It surely had to be 9 or 10 inches long and his balls were the size of two Satsumas’. A seriously impressive tool that invited you to play with it and right now I wished I was a woman.
I twisted away from his face that truthfully disturbed me. It reminded me I was not supposed to be here. Not quite on his side and not on his back I slid my face down his chest and fat belly to his twitching and hopeful cock and watched his bell end as I pumped his length twisting my hand around as it worked up and down and heard him sigh with gratitude.
He twisted around to diagonal across the bed and I again received the wet warmthness of oral pleasure. I looked at his knob and thought ‘how many times have you fantasised about blowing another mans cock?’ ‘Here is your chance, go on do it’ but my mouth was dry with the over excitement. I tried licking my lips and tried to swallow but couldn’t. I found the tiniest of moisture under my tongue and tried to work it up to my lips. I drew the pinky white skin jacket back with my mouth only an inch from his helmet with bated anticipation and breathed deep through my nose to grab as much aroma of him as possible. The smell was adorable and I wanted it but I was so scared that if I sucked him the smell would be lost. I took one last pleasurable sniff and dived onto him in one fell swoop. The feeling was so unexpected. You can fantasise all you like but nothing compares to actually having that real stiff cock in your mouth. I was drying up more and more and worried that it might be uncomfortable for him but he was ramming his head furiously up and down my cock as we 69’d. I rubbed the shaft and got a taste of him. Warm, salty, sweet, and moist and dry all at the same time. It tasted the same as my own pre-cum. something for which I had developed a taste. I could feel the ribs of his veins and the ridge of his helmet as I slid off him and pushed my tongue hard into his tiny hole to get more of the delicious juice and then sucked to make sure I had it all before sliding back onto him. I pushed my head hard down and pulled his cock toward me to get as deep as I could. I could feel his roundness against the back of my throat and wished I could take him more. I started to gag as his curve started to go down inside my neck. I tried to swallow and keep going and was only half way down him and it was really difficult but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could and I started to dribble as the saliva returned to lubricate my throat. I slid my right hand around to his buttock to pull him in more and could only just breathe but I didn’t care. I wanted to swallow it all. I put my hand in the small of his back and went further down and on in between his cheeks. I deliberately pressed my middle finger to his anus, pulling the cheeks apart with my other fingers and rubbed gently at his hole as I heard him once again groan and not once try to stop me.
I couldn’t get him down any more and wanted to push his senses to the limit as I withdrew and pulled myself free from his delectable ability to perform the perfect mouth fuck on my short thick cock. Rolling him onto his back and up on my knees I arched his legs and parted his knees to reveal those huge balls hanging between his thighs and the shaft twitching as it pointed to his face.
I went down slowly holding his legs apart and poked out my tongue running the tip up each side of his nut sack tickling the sensual tender skin between leg and runway. First one side then the other and then running the flat of my tongue over his sack and up the pipe to his happiness where I went down on him again feeling with my tongue and cheeks the ripples and ridges of his hardness. It was the control I enjoyed so much. This stranger was at my mercy because he needed to cum. He had to see out the desire that had been started and taken too far and I loved it. I didn’t want to suck him off I just wanted to see him at my mercy and all because my own baby machine wanted to reach its own climax.
There was enough length to wrap my hand around and take him into my mouth and I rubbed frantically just to feel him lurch and lift and try to escape and not want to. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me down so hard and blurted out “Fuck I’m going to cum you better stop” But I didn’t stop I kept right there and made ready for the load.
When I am alone at home sometimes I like to make myself cum just a little bit and it goes straight from cock to mouth. My biggest wish in life is that I could suck myself off all the way and I wanted to cum right now. He tried to push my forehead up to save me from his inevitable unleashing of salty jiz but I persisted and stayed put and felt my own cock with my other hand as the first twitch and stiffness of him started with him accidentally yelling “Oh Fuck” and the first squirt shot right to the back of my mouth with such f***e all I could do was swallow. He half muttered, half whispered “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help…. Argh” a second shot, again right to the back and I swallowed. I slowed my rhythmic hand crank and could feel my own spit rolling down him onto my hand which I opened and slid the saliva rubbing gently into his shaft as the third and fourth squirt arrived gently onto my tongue. My mouth was so sticky and salty and I should have been repulsed but I was so edged out I wanted to unload my bollocks like never before.
Working my tongue around my mouth I wanted to maximise the sensation because I knew I would never do this ever again. “What did you do, did you swallow it” Graham asked. I looked up at him and gulped and smiled, “I need a drink, I am so thirsty after that”. “I can’t do that” he replied, “I can’t let you cum in my mouth I don’t think.”
“Tell you what,” I replied as I walked back to the bed with a seriously stiff knob, “I will clean up your knob with my mouth while you give me a hand job. Deal?” His cock was just as gorgeous flaccid. It was semi hard and hanging to one side and a good four inches long with his helmet hanging out the end. I got onto the bed upside down and held his buttocks while I ran my tongue all around it chasing it as it fell this way and that and felt Grahams hand start to rub me. I now know that the maximum pleasure you can receive is someone else doing it for you. He licked and gave the occasional mouthful and rubbed and I was getting ready to cum but with a slight anti-climax after what happened 5 minutes before. His cock grew in length and stiffness and more pre-cum was delivered much to my satisfaction and we set about a full on 69 with him on top and with his legs wide apart I was looking up along the track and to his bum cheeks. Gently pulling them apart and licking his hanging balls I lifted and kept on going right up to his box, lifting myself off the bed I ran my tongue around his ring and as I pulled hard apart to expose his hole I pushed my tongue into it. It tasted bitter but I liked it. I tried to fuck him with my tongue but it makes your tongue ache so I left it inside him and wriggled it now and again.
Out of the blue he said as he turned to face me, “You want to fuck me?” I was confused and unsure but dragged myself from under him without him attempting to escape and kneeling behind him, bent over to give him a good mouthing. “Come on,” he whispered, “Give it to me.” I kneeled up and pulled those buttocks apart again and held my tip against his hole. Gently pushing forward and squeezing his cheeks together I felt a pop as my end jumped into him. “Phew” I heard “That doesn’t feel how you expect” but I kept going forward slowly and withdrawing now and then to give him a chance. I could only get half way in but that was enough to be able to pump him and I did, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up. His anus began to lubricate and my shaft started to slip as I pumped and in it went, deeper and deeper. Parting his ass again to get in as deep as I could I fucked and fucked until Graham said “Are you gonna cum” I could only grunt, “Cum in me, I want to feel you fill me up”. I held onto his hips tight and rammed with my groin and his ass slapping together, splat, splat, splat. And I could feel his bollocks tapping at my right leg and mine hitting hard into his runway. Out of curiosity I felt round to his cock; I wanted to hold it while I came. He was rock hard and he lurched when I held it. He began ramming his ass into me while I rubbed his shaft once again, he was loving this and I wondered which one of us is the fucking pervert.
I could feel the end of his anus. I was in to his stomach. I was as deep as I could get and getting stabbed in the helmet. I withdrew just half an inch and held onto his hips again as I enjoyed the fuck for everything it was worth. My knob grew thicker and rigid with a throbbing as I felt the cum work its way up from its sack. BANG, the first load shot into him and he couldn’t resist “Fuck that feels fuckin excellent” with only breath. I kept on banging and shot load number two, then three, four. I thought I was never going to stop jetting as five, then six and I still kept fucking squeezing out ten, twelve squirts of glorious jiz.
We didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I stayed there with my softening knob in his arse. What seemed like minutes passed until his bum hole pushed and closed my semi hard knob out. Under the TV light and two women on a double dildo I could see shit and semen dribbling down the inside of his leg and the end of my cock was covered in what the porn studios refer to as chocolate sauce. It was too late for diplomacy so I struck up a conversation of “I have to get back to my room somehow to have a shower but I can’t put my kegs on in this state.”
“Idiots have put two towels in my bathroom” he replied, “have a shower here.”
That shower was so hot and refreshing even though the cubicle was too small. I finished washing down and stood back to the shower head to the massaging flow down my back and closed my eyes. The cubicle door rattled open and Graham was on his knees in front of me and set about sucking me off again. I didn’t try to stop him and stood there waiting to see what he would do next. He stood slowly up and said he needed the shower too and I did the strangest thing. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I held his face and kissed him open mouthed and shot my tongue into his mouth, rolling it around the inside and under his tongue and he didn’t try to stop me. He just rubbed my cock and held me close by the back of my neck and that cock sensation was intensified by my French kissing him. I pulled away and twisted out of the shower as he stepped in and I got a handful of gel and started washing him down paying special attention to that beautiful penis. “Are you going to stay?” he asked.
I lay on my side away from him and pulled my head into the pillow as I felt him get into bed and cuddle up to me. Hours later I awoke to what I thought was a dream and rolled over in bed to find this man still here. I lifted his bum cheek and placed my shaft carefully between as I cuddled up and ran my hand round to his cock. He was rock hard in his sl**p and I gently massaged it. He turned to me and muttered quietly, “can’t you sl**p?”
“No I’m ok” I whispered as he turned and brought our foreheads together, “I want to stay here with you if that’s ok?” his hand went back down on to my shaft that twitched when he touched….
I awoke again to daylight streaming through the curtain and the not set alarm clock flashing red numerals that claimed it was 5.12am and the sheets were lifting up and down below as he was sucking me off yet again. I giggled like a schoolboy and lifted the covers as he looked up. “When the waitress said what do you want for breakfast I don’t think this was what she had in mind” I said quietly. He looked up and, “Do you know you cum in your sl**p?” he asked. “Really,” I replied, “and what did you do with it?”
“I swallowed” he answered with a grin, “Thought I might as well try it now I’m sober. I could taste cum in your mouth last night and thought it was quite nice. But it was only a little bit. It wasn’t half easy to do number two this morning though,” he continued, “and if you can cum that much in my arse I want to see how much I can swallow.”
We got back into that 69 position again and pumped and licked and mouthed softly each others cocks and then began to explore with no holds barred. Showing off he did a handstand against the wall while I went to work on him. I put his legs either side of my neck and ran the tongue everywhere that was exposed. Followed by him lying on the floor and I sat on his face while he ate my shitter. If he had touched my cock while his tongue was in me I swear I would have unloaded. Into my armpits went the backs of his knees and I pulled him back till his ass was airborne and dived in. No longer mouth dry I got him as wet as a cumming teen girl everywhere around his tackle till my knees ached on the hard floor. ‘Bed’ I snapped as I got up and he obeyed. I stood at the side and ordered him to suck me off and be good or I would have to do something nasty to him. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted and I didn’t know what I was going to do but this was fun.
He slid a finger into my arse and pushed in deeper and deeper and I wasn’t going to try and stop him. I was so far gone I couldn’t take it and dived onto him and back onto that cock rubbing it frantically. He released some piss accidentally but I just swallowed it but it was no use he needed to go. We stood in the shower and he pissed a quality half pint all over my bollocks and I tried to return the favour. It was just so exciting to be so naughty. I managed to get my cock into his arse and pissed into him. Playing can be such fun sometimes. We used the shower to clean up and went back to the bed to continue the 69 and he managed to go all the way. Cumming within seconds of each other having a mouthful and swallowing is fantastic when you are cumming as well.
We had breakfast together and left and never spoke to each other again and often I think should I make contact with a guy (preferably straight) just for one more session like that?