Friday, September 4, 2015

Airport Hotel - Land of convenient foreskin

I was in a major city at a large airport hotel last week. I had done a cross-country trip and was kind of tired, kind of horny. Not really willing to go through the headache of Craigslist, but willing to throw my hat in the ring on Scruff and Grindr.

There were obviously a bunch of guys at my hotel. And the one across the street. As it turned out, I didnt need to think about anything outside the building. 

I got a message from a profile with a nice chest shot, who appeared to be within 200 feet. Mid 40s, nice smattering of hair appearing across his chest, and a Canadian flag in his profile. Well, remembering that I really enjoy Candians (go back toward the beginning of the blog where I talk about my time with a Mountie and his husband), I was willing to engage. He was direct:

"I really want my cock sucked. Not much for sucking myself."

Jackpot. A man who knows what he wants always wins. Regardless of which side of the equation it's on, it's WAY easier and more fulfilling than "I'm into it all." or "Whatever gets you off." Those never work!

He wanted to meet in the lobby. When we did, he explained a few things:

1) He had only had Grindr for 3 weeks, and I was only the 2nd person he met.
2) The rest of his flight crew was in the hotel.

A Candian PILOT? Well, Bonjour!

We retired to my room, where we continued some stilted conversation until I finally started pawing at his chest. He relaxed, and let me get to work. I lowered his jeans to find a freeballing UNCUT cock! SCORE. I went to my knees with him leaning against the desk. He got to an impressive girth and length, and poured precum like a leaky faucet.

He decided that we needed to move to the bed, and promptly straddled my face. Feeling his cock literally pour precum down my throat had me hard and leaking myself. True to form, he didn't want to suck me, but he certainly feasted on my balls not unlike a famished traveler at a buffet. Finally, he announced he was ready to cum, abruptly withdrew from my mouth, and sprayed me down with a copious load. He encouraged me to shoot, and the command, "Shoot that cum, you hairy fucker" with french accent threw in for good measure, sent a lob of cum onto my own lips.

In the morning, I woke up horny again, and turned on Gridnr for shits and giggles. Well, as luck would have it, a 33 yo with a hairy chest hit me up. He wanted no recip head as well. He told me to be waiting on my knees with the door slightly ajar.

When he got to my room, he sent me a note:

"Housekeeping is in the hallway!" 

To which I responded, "Door open, I'm on my knees. Feed me."

He walked in, lowered his gym shorts, and revealed....ANOTHER UNCUT COCK! Huzzah. He was a little tenative at first, but once I put his hand behind my head, he got the swing out of fucking my face. The dirty talk flowed pretty freely, albeit not accompanied by precum. 

"Pull your cock out, let me see what kind of faggot you are."

"Shit. That's a big cock. Stroke it."

"I get to see my cum, and then you're gonna eat it"

Five minutes after his arrival, he unloaded across my face. He made a production out of feeding it to me. 

"Shoot your fucking load, show me what a faggot you are."

And, with his finger in my mouth, feeding me his load, I shot mine.

He made me eat that too. Nice touch.

Airport hotels can ROCK!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

More than a decade of fucking and it's still good

Like I've said, my travel sometimes take me to towns I used to live in. While CL, Scruff and all the other vehicles provide good adventures and stories, sometimes the familiarity of a cock (and the guy attached to it) makes for a really hot afternoon.

This guy is now in his mid 40s, about 6' tall and a former member of the Armed Forces. Shaved head, a few tattoos, and a wicked smile. We originally started more than a decade ago with him stopping by my place for unreciprocated head. That grew into me sucking him and eating his hole. Over the years since, we've gotten quite versatile. He's naturally dominant, but does have a penchant for taking an aggressive fuck in his smooth hole.

This trip, though, he gave me a heads up - it was going to be quicker than he wanted. He had to get home to his husband.

Hey, I'm a home improvement, not a wrecker.

He came into my hotel room and immediately began making out with me. I'm weird about this - making out is either really good for me, or it freaks me out. In this case it was really good. He was just taking control of the situation, and I needed that. As he pushed me into the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat, I felt his cock begin to swell. He's got a nice cock too - just look at it!

We stumbled our way toward the bed and clothes fell off in process. He straddled me and started feeding me his cock, choking me with it. As tears formed in my eyes, I remembered how good it gets with this guy.

Pretty soon, he was eating my ass, and doing a better than good job of it. I was moaning (ok, that's not a big surprise) and begging (also not a surprise) for his cock.

A generous amount of lube and a hefty hit of poppers, and he was lifting my legs into the air. He slowly entered my hole and began sawing into me. As soon as he hit bottom, my eyes flew open, and he knew. He owns my hole. Seriously owns it.

He would lean down and make out with me some, but was really focused on his growing cock in my hole. Pretty soon, his pace quickened, and I felt even more stretched. His eyes got glassy and I felt a shot of warmth deep into me. A few spurts later, and I started to cum myself, coating my own hairy chest in thick cum.

Not having spent too much time on round 1, he decided to lay and cuddle with me. We caught up on life - he and I have pretty regular conversations on text peppered in with random videos of either of us pissing or cumming. It felt like hanging with a long lost friend.

Then I noticed his cock get hard.

And then, I applied just a little bit of lube to make the entrance work.

AND THEN, I impaled myself on his cock.

I rode him like a pig in heat. I could feel his cock deep in me, and it forced out a little bit of seminal fluid while I did. He had a shit-eating cocky grin on his face as I did it - knowing that I was really using him for my own pleasure. But, once again, I started to feel his cock swell, and began pleading. He really wanted me to cum again, but it wasn't going to happen.

But then he shot. And shot. AND SHOT. It was a huge fuckload. He came out squeaky clean, but I felt full.

As he quickly left to get home to the husband, I started getting ready for my evening meeting. Something didn't feel "right" "down there," so I committed a cardinal sin and evacuated the dance floor.  There was enough cum in my ass to impregnate the most infertile bitch.

Fuck, I wish he and I lived in the same town!