I was playing tour guide to a couple of friends from out of town and throughout the weekend I would suddenly find myself in very familiar surroundings. I'd pass by the austere gates of a newly remodeled structure that a pervy studio exec I used to play with calls home. Then the apartment building where one of LA's finest lives and lures dom asian tops to piss on him. And the beach cottage a banker used to invite me to and then spend hours on his knees in submission. Just a small break from the routine of work and home and back again and suddenly my life uncovers lost paths, slightly weeded over but still there, intersections where lives have crossed paths, amazing men that have etched their mark on my growth as much as I've marked them with my load. Even in a big sprawled out city like LA, you still find moments when things seem to shrink to a thin warm blankie tucked around you. So I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that I'd bump into another fuck bud in DC even though we were both miles from home. A little bit of the unexpected... again.
What was unexpected before was that a blurry pic would turn out to be this fuckin' handsome, huge and imposing figure that would just crumble beneath my touch and the treatment of my tongue on his nips. And the PA was a bit unexpected to. This time, I just couldn't believe that we were both traveling for work and happened to be a few miles from each other. I had fired up Growlr and happened to check out my favorites when I saw that he was just a mere 15 miles away. We made arrangements to get together later in the week when we'd both be less busy with work but when the time came, he messaged saying that he'd love to get together but he wasn't sure if he could bottom... and that he'd explain later.
His story? Well, I found out when I got there and after I had coaxed him out of his clothes. I was propped up on the bed with his huge beefy man curled up onto my chest telling me this story:
"So it was a long day at work and I didn't want to hunt out good food and I didn't want fast food either. Have had enough of that. So earlier I had spotted this Indian food place across the street from this hotel. I went straight back here from work so that I could just grab some food there and then crash.
"Well, I walked into the place and it was tiny. Obviously more of a to go type place catering to the hotels in the area. And I went to the counter and ordered my food and everything. They gave me a number and I was just standing around when this guy that was sitting in the takeout area, you know, the area right by the door and register where they have a bunch of chairs and no tables for people waiting for their order or waiting for a table, well this guy that was sitting there that I didn't really noticed before said he could take it up to my room. So I thought, 'Oh, that's nice.' I figured it was just the delivery guy and they saw that I was in my work clothes and eager to get out of 'em so they were just being nice so I just gave him my room number and left."
I knew where this was heading, of couse, so I interrupted him asking, "But did you make a lot of eye contact?"
"No! I didn't even know he was there at first. But he kinda said that I did. I mean, I didn't think so."
"Was he hot?"
"No, he's not really my type. That's why I didn't think I was giving him any signals...
"So anyway, I got back to my room and got undressed and was basically just in my boxers and undershirt when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and since I didn't have my pants on I backed up into the room to go get my wallet and give him a tip. And he followed! I thought that was kinda weird. I mean, people usually don't just walk into your room uninvited. But then I guessed maybe it was a cultural thing or something. So I get the tip money and he puts the food down and gets right up in my face. I was baffled. I actually kinda got scared. I was wondering what the hell I got myself into.
"And that's when he talks about how I was eyeing him and turning him on and all that stuff. He starts grabbing me and stuff and then before I knew it I was down on my knees and he unzips. Fuck. Even soft that thing was huge. It wasn't long at all. Maybe six inches at most but it was thick. I couldn't even really suck him off. And he got harder and harder and it just got thicker and thicker."
"True beer can thick?" I ask.
"Thicker. I mean, as thick as my wrist and I'm no small guy. And then he pushes me onto the bed and starts to try to fuck me. Just spit lube fucking me. I couldn't take it. It hurt like hell."
"Did you like it though?"
"I guess..."
But there's no way he was forced to do anything. He might have been knocked off his game by the surprise of it all, but if he didn't want it, he could easily throw a guy off. No question about it, he wanted it.
"But I told him it was too dry so he used more spit and fuck he just hammered me. Right from the start."
"Was it just the base that was thick?"
"No! Even the head was big. It really was like shoving a beer can in me. Big fat blunt head on a thick bodied cock just hammering into me. After awhile, I told him we had to take a break... And then we start talking and he pulls out the Indian food and starts eating! Turns out, he's not a delivery guy at all. His friend just owns the restaurant, so he got my plate of food and he got his plate of food and brought it over. So we chatted a bit and ate and then it was basically time for him to leave and since I was going to throw out my food, he took my plate too and left."
I laughed. There's no way he was making all this up. Every question I tossed his way he would basically say he had no idea. The whole experience was kinda puzzling. He just knew his whole was a wreck. And he then started to talk about a couple of past fuck buds. One that would massage him to the point where he was so relaxed he was putty in the guy's hands. And when the guy started to fuck him, he couldn't even resist and it was so such a gentle fuck. But there was no doubt that the guy was in charge and he was submitting. At that point, I wasn't sure if that was an allegory for what he wanted from me, but I was idly playing with his nips. He was stuttering every now and then and it barely registered. I was lost in my own thoughts, thinking of him getting fucked relentless by a thick cock and then him submitting to a guy on a massage table. His body broke out into goosebumps when I finally noticed. We looked at each other and grinned. He knew what was coming next.
I started to lap at his pierced nip, tonguing the ring and making it dance. Then small circles with my tongue that made him moan. My lips sucked at the jewelry and then I gently tugged. Teeth nipping at the point behind the ring momentarily before letting go and repeating the cycle again. Harder. Harder. And then it got to the point where I was chewing on his nips and he was howling. And then he said it:
"No, no, no. Stop!"
And I froze. And then realized he wasn't making any move to stop me. So I comped down even harder.
His legs flew up and wrapped around me.
My teeth let go and I was just hovering over his ravaged nip. The hot breath as it danced across made him moan again. And shudder. And break out into more goosebumps.
I reached down to feel his semi, chubbed up meat and his cock was massively drooling. I reached into a puddle of cock slime.
So I fed it to him.
His precum, his saliva. All over my hand when I pulled it back, spat on it to add my own juices and slicked up my rock hard meat.
I bounced my cock... no slapped it. Over his hole. I was letting him know what was coming up next.
I don't know if he was still sore or not. I just knew that he wanted it as much as I did. And I fucked him. Slow gentle strokes after he got used to me filling him up. Building up in tempo as he just stared back at me, slowly nodding, biting his lower lip. I was trying hard to be the gentle lover he talked about. But I couldn't help it. Long strokes all the way in and all the way out. I was too worked up to slow down. Then I was fucking punch hammering him. The way I was imagining a thick cocked Indian guy was doing the night before. Slamming all my weight into him until my cock gave up the fight and gave up its load, shooting his guys with my spunk.
I collapsed on top of him as he started to laugh. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle that so soon. It was a week of unexpected events for him... Just as it was for me that first night with him. Just as it was tonight. Two guys, completely at ease with each other and unabashedly reciting stories to each other.
He wasn't up for going out that night and hitting the bars like we originally had planned. He was exhausted. But I went out and sought out other like-minded men. Unfortunately the DC Eagle was closed, in the midst of remodeling and moving from what I gather. And I was roaming the city while some guy on Growlr was complaining that I was stringing him along. All talk and no action. He was actually really belligerent when I turned him down after trading pics and nasty talk. Ha! If he only knew...
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