A college golf player learns to cum handsfree

Following yesterday’s amazing sex with Tyler, the cute college golf player, I had a hard time focusing at work. I stayed rock-hard the whole day and had to constantly readjust my cock in my khaki pants. I know inflation and the war in Ukraine are also important, but I feel like young graduates with big cocks having difficulties concealing their hardon in professional settings is a big problem that doesn’t get the media attention it deserves. How many times am I supposed to call my doctor for an erection lasting longer than twelve hours? There’s no way the flow of oxygen to my brain was adequate, given how much blood was being diverted by my hungry cock that just wouldn’t shut up all day.

But more importantly, I couldn’t get out of my head the picture of Tyler cumming handsfree three times while I was ravaging his virgin hole with my 7-incher. That boy wasted no time learning how to take a cock up his tight ass! In a weird way, I was quite envious of him. My first time bottoming in college, the cock I took was not nearly as big as mine, and I still struggled the whole time. The reason why I remember this is that I was the one who was supposed to fuck the other guy. But when he saw the size of my schlong, he claimed there was no way he could handle me, and I was forced to bottom for him if I didn’t want to get blue-balled. His cock was just average in size, but the pain when he stuffed it up my virgin hole was excruciating. I whimpered like a little bitch the whole time and my ass was sore for a week after that. I had to miss practice that week because I couldn’t run properly. I didn’t try bottoming again for a full year after that. The fact that Tyler had taken my thick cock, balls deep, without wincing beyond the initial entry was quite humbling.

He also managed to milk a double-orgasm out of me. Part of me couldn’t believe it even happened and how lucky I was to have experienced that incredible sensation. I replayed this moment in my head all day long and was leaking pints of precum because of that. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom a couple of times to sponge out my dickhead with toilet paper or my juice would have permeated through the fabric of both my boxer briefs and my pants. But part of me also felt ashamed that this little virgin had managed to make me cum first and then make me lose control to the point that I came a second time. I have a very clear hierarchy in my head: alphas are on top of the food chain, and virgins are at the bottom. And I’m the alpha! Alphas are supposed to be in control of the timing. Alphas are supposed to be the ones driving virgins to the point of no return and make them surrender control of their senses, not the other way around. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I caught my mind wandering several times during meetings. I had a hard time focusing on the legal case at hand and zoned out while replaying the movie of Tyler spraying his boy juice all over my beard and my hairy chest. The client’s legal counsel asked me a couple of times if I was OK. I had to fake some kind of headache to justify my absences. Luckily, she was a middle-aged overweight housewife who had been drooling all over my body the minute we first met on Monday morning. As soon as the partner flew out and left me on my own, I got into the habit of undoing the second button of my shirt to show off my hairy chest and rolling up my sleeves to show off my hairy forearms. My manly attributes were driving her wild, probably enough to reverse her menopause. I bet her underwear was just as wet as mine, while she was lusting over all the things I would do to her that her husband never did. If only she knew I most likely couldn’t!

The minute I got back to my hotel room after work, I jumped into the shower to rinse off all the dry precum in my pubes and my hairy thighs. I’d have to rub one off to tame down my eager cock or I’d be tenting all throughout dinner. My black boxer briefs were probably permanently ruined with big white stains that most likely wouldn’t come off in the wash.

I was still in the shower about to jerk off when I heard a knock on my front door. I grabbed a towel and went to open the door bare-chested. It was Tyler. He was wearing flip flops, shorts, and a tank top, which showcased his tatted left arm nicely. He was kind of surprised to see me half-naked with just a towel on, my hardon clearly visible under the towel.

‘I’m so sorry’ Tyler said, ‘Am I catching you at a bad time?’

‘Not at all’ I replied, ‘you’re catching me at a great time’.

I looked down the hallway to see if anybody was there and I opened my towel to show him my hard cock.

‘Is that what you’re after?’ I asked, with a grin on my face.

‘Fuck yeah!’ he replied.

I grabbed him by the waist, pulled him inside my room, dropped my towel off, and pinned him against the wall. I grabbed his head with both my hands and my tongue started attacking his mouth, while my rigid cock was pocking at his side. He was initially surprised by the brute force of the attack, but his tongue quickly fought back. It was on! We both knew where this was going.

‘Didn’t your coach ever tell you you’re supposed to refrain from sex before a big competition?’ I joked.

‘Don’t care’ he replied, with his killer smile that always makes me melt.

‘I couldn’t focus all day’ I admitted to him. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about last night’.

‘Me too. I want your monster cock back inside me’ he said, grabbing my schlong, which had started leaking precum again.

‘Oh yeah?’ I said, ‘Start by putting it in your mouth’.

I pressed on his shoulders and forced him down on his knees. He grabbed my cock with his right hand and put it in his mouth.

‘You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like my big cock in your mouth?’

‘Huuhhuuhhh’ he grumbled.

‘Then take it deep’ I said, as I grabbed the back of his head, pressed his head on my cock, and went on to face-fuck him. He began gagging not even halfway in. I released the pressure, letting him breathe a little, and pressed back a second time, a little bit deeper this time. He gagged again, but I maintained the pressure, until spit started dripping out of his mouth. I had gone easy on him yesterday to make his first time memorable. But now, it was time to crank things up on the pain/pleasure scale.

‘OK. Let me show you how it’s done properly’ I said, after releasing him. He was breathing heavily, and wiped the spit that was dripping along his stubble.

I got down on my knees, yanked down both his shorts and underwear in one go, and put his little throbbing dick in my mouth. The task was obviously much easier for me, since his pencil dick was both shorter and skinnier than mine. But I still didn’t want to flinch or gag in front of Tyler. I buried my nose in his pubes, his dickhead hitting the back of my throat. I grabbed his ass cheeks with both my hands and pressed my nose even deeper in his pubes. And I started shaking my nose from left to right.

‘Fuck yeah!’ he said.

Knowing how trigger-happy his inexperienced dick was, I knew there was a good chance I’d be getting a taste of his milkshake with little to no warning.  But I didn’t care. I wanted to make his first blow job unforgettable, and that could only involve him cumming in my mouth in the end.

While my nose was still buried in his pubes, I thought to myself it was probably uncommon that a young guy would first experience being fucked up the ass, and only experience getting blown later. But at 21, having lost his virginity only yesterday, Tyler had a lot of catching-up to do.

I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around his little dickhead, one hand fondling his balls while the finger of my other hand was poking at his hairy backdoor. I started pulling down on his balls, my thumb and index finger forming a ring between his nut sack and the rest of his body. I made sure the pull provided a little bit of pain, but not so much as to distract him from the pleasuring. Tyler was moaning the whole time, while his body was shivering. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.

‘Oh my God!’ Tyler screamed. ‘You’re gonna make me blow’.

And within seconds, I felt his boy juice gushing against the back of my throat and oozing down my stomach, while Tyler kept whimpering ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!’.

One down! Time for the next step!

Tyler was panting as if he had just finished a half-marathon.

‘Hey, cool down!’ I joked. ‘We haven’t even started’.

‘I know’ he said, ‘but it was my first blow job, and it was incredible!’

Technically, he had cummed handsfree again, since I was blowing him with just my lips and tongue, my hands being busy attending his nutsack and gasping hole. I stood back up and started kissing him, feeding him back the last few squirts of his own juice that hadn’t gone down my throat. My cock was harder than steel and pressing against his lower stomach. His little dick was down to half-mast and leaking the remanent juice that was left in his piss slit. I rubbed his piss slit with my finger and fed him the juice I was able to wipe out.

‘Are you ready for the real thing?’ I asked.

‘Ready Freddie!’ he responded.

I grabbed him by the waist and carried him to the bed. I placed him on his back, his ass hanging out from the side of the bed, naked from the waist down, but still wearing his tank top. I kneeled down in front of his entrance, grabbed the back of his knees, spread his legs wide, and my tongue started attacking his pinkish hole.

‘Oh my God!’ Tyler screamed.

I licked his hole obscenely, alternating sensual brushes, as if I was tickling his entrance, with full-on attacks down his hole, sticking my tongue as deep as it could reach, forcing him to open up under the assault. Tyler was loving this new sensation, whimpering the whole time. I could feel the bed shake, his head contorting from left to right as he was trying to retain control of his body movement, unsuccessfully. I ate his ass alive, giving Tyler sensations he didn’t even know were possible, coating his boycunt with more spit than would ever be necessary down the road. And he was loving it, loving every second of it.

I stuck my middle finger up his chute. It faced zero resistance, sliding in like his ring was soft butter. His hole actually swallowed my finger, clamping down on my last knuckle to make sure my finger couldn’t escape. I stuck in a second finger, which went in almost as easily as the first one, sliding them in and out of his passage, while twisting them at the same time. Tyler went back to whimpering like a 4-year-old girl looking at puppies at the pet store.

‘Ready for the third finger?’ I asked.

‘Huuhhuuhhh’ he responded.

I spit on his hungry hole, rubbing my third finger in my spit before the intrusion. My three fingers faced a little bit of resistance at first but sunk in easily once his ring gave way under the assault. My three fingers were down to the last knuckle, and I started bending them, searching for his magic spot.

‘Oh fuck!’ Tyler screamed, when my fingers located the treasure they were looking for. I let my fingers wandering for a while, rubbing against his magic spot. Tyler was moaning in pleasure and his little dick was back to full hardness, throbbing in unison with his G-spot being teased.

‘You thought you got fucked yesterday?’ I asked. ‘Get ready for what’s coming at ya!’

Tyler smiled. His greedy hole begging to be stuffed by something much thicker than my three fingers. I got up, bent my legs to line up my cock with his hungry hole, and I pressed at his entrance, ready to explore the depths of his mancave once again. My arrowhead-shaped dickhead had no problem with the initial entry since his hole had been prepped. Just a little pop and his first line of defense was no more. The more I pushed in, the more I felt his ring engulf my manhood, as the girthiest part of my pole stretched his cunt way beyond what my three fingers had been able to achieve. His hole felt like a boa constrictor, progressively stretching its jaws to swallow a prey much bigger than the snake’s body. Tyler winced a little as he was being stuffed by my big fat cock, his fingers grabbing the bed cover on his sides. And I felt my pubes press against his taint, as all seven of my inches were now fully inside him. Skinny Tyler had managed to take my whole cock for the second day in a row.

I fucked him slowly at first, letting his ring get used to contracting and expanding as the girthiest part of my cock stretched his cunt, while my skinnier dickhead let it retract before the next push. Tyler was in heaven from the slow cunting, my cock was massaging his hole, lighting up the nerve endings of his pucker. But I could tell his hole wanted more, much more than my slow cunting.

Once his ring was properly stretched, and I could feel my cock exploring his tunnel with more ease, I grabbed his waist, lifted his whole body, my cock still lodged inside his hole, and I pinned him against the wall. And I started fucking him standing up, his back against the wall, his hole impaled on my club, his bent knees locked in my bent elbows.

Tyler was surprisingly flexible for such a tall guy. He did yoga, and it showed. With my trunk still stuffed inside his boycunt, I raised his legs and folded him in half, lifting his ankles above my head. Tyler still had his back against the wall, his knees now pressing against his chest, his ankles on each side of his head, and his hands wrapped around my neck to keep his balance. And I started fucking him, hard, making him jump on my cock, lifting him in the air a couple of inches, and letting his boycunt bottom out on my rock-hard cock. His whole weight crashing down with every thrust allowed me to go even deeper inside his cunt, banging his inner walls, and permanently rearranging his guts inside his stomach. The more I made him jump on my cock, the more Tyler was grunting: ‘Aarrggh! Aarrgghh! Aarrgghh!’ with every thrust.

The bedroom walls were shaking from the assault. Roadside hotels are not known for their soundproofing. If I could hear my neighbor’s TV in the evening, he could certainly hear Tyler’s screams and the knocks of his back banging against the wall. He might have thought someone was being murdered in my room. Someone calls 911! I kept fucking Tyler’s cunt like I was on a mission to split him in half. And the boy was grunting like a boar being chased by a pack of wolves. I almost lost my balance once and the Mr. Coffee machine fell on the floor when Tyler’s body shifted to the side. Thank God he was still wearing his tank top, or he would have been drawing blood from his back rubbing against the textured wallpaper. His little dick was waving in every direction, coating his pubes and the bottom of his tank top with a continuous flow of precum.

I carried Tyler back to the bed, his cunt still impaled on my sword. I pulled out in one quick thrust, which made him gasp. I put him on all fours, stepped on the bed to stand behind him, spread my legs wide on each side of his hips, and shoved my hard dick back into his cunt in one thrust. And I went back to fucking him doggy style. I started long dicking him, pulling out completely, stuffing my dick back in, and bottoming out in one push. I loved watching his battered hole gasping with each exit, not having time to fully seal shut before I stuffed my dick right back into his opening, forcing his ring to give way to my reentry. Tyler’s moaning had turned back into whimpering, as he was being used like the little bitch he was.

‘You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like my big cock up your ass?’

‘Yes, I love it!’ he replied.

I made him pivot, so that he’d be facing the mirror in front of the bed. I grabbed the hair on top of his head to pull his head up. And I made him watch me stuff him from behind.

‘Look at you being fucked. You like that?’ I asked. ‘You like being my bitch?’

‘Yes, I love it!’ he replied again.

I then put my hands behind my neck, spreading my arms open and exposing my hairy armpits, displaying all my alpha attributes for him to watch in the mirror. And I kept long dicking him, fucking him from behind, without even touching him, aside from my cock ravaging his hungry hole. My low hanging balls were swinging back and forth, like a pendulum in overdrive, smashing against his little balls on one end and smashing against my taint on the other, making an obscenely loud noise with every collision. Tyler was loving it, his little balls being smashed by bigger and stronger than them, his little dick throbbing under the assault, and leaking precum on the bed cover.

When I felt he was getting close, I lowered my torso, wrapped my arms around his stomach, my hairy chest rubbing against his smooth back and my fingers twisting his nipples. I brought my mouth to the side of his neck and started kissing him on that spot that had made him purr yesterday. He had been able to withstand the rough sex until now. But it was now time to get him over the edge.

‘I’m gonna make you cum, Babe’ I whispered in his ear.

I grabbed his hardon with my right hand and started jerking him off, while still squeezing his left nipple with my left hand. My hard dick was still cunting him out from behind. I now had my whole weight on his shoulders. Just a few strokes on his overexcited dick and he warned me that he was about to explode.

‘I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!’ were his last words.

And I felt his gooey cream spurting out of his dick, no longer able to contain its excitement. He only shot four or five small squirts of precum-diluted juice. This was Tyler’s fifth release in 24 hours and his little balls were finally running out of juice, literally. That was the first time I had to stroke his dick before I forced him to surrender, albeit just a dozen strokes or so. The boy’s education was starting to pay off, with him able to last a bit longer each time.

As he started shooting, whatever strength his overstretched ring muscles still had managed to clamp down on my cock and I started shooting as well.

‘Take it! Take my seeds!’ I whispered in his ears. ‘Your man is gonna knock you up. You’re gonna carry my baby’.

‘Oh yeah! Fill me up!’ he replied.

‘Aaarrrggghhh! Fffuuuuuucccckkk!’ I screamed.

And rope after rope of my alpha juice started shooting inside his battered cunt, filling up his bowels with my potent semen, repainting his inner walls with my white dye. My swollen balls, which had been begging for release all day long, slowly leaking profusely inside my pants, were finally allowed to evacuate their excess content.

After we were both done shooting, I pulled out of his hole, and we both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. We held each other’s hand while we were recovering from our respective orgasms. And we started making out. A ‘thank-you-for-this-wonderful-moment’ kind of kiss.

Then, Tyler started playing with my cock, which was still semi-hard, studying it under every angle, feeling its every vein, making it swing back and forth, smacking it against my inner thighs. He was like a little kid who had just found a crab on the beach and was pocking it with a stick to see how it would react.

‘Your dick is so big’ he said. ‘I wish I had one just like that’.

What was I supposed to respond to that?

After playing with my joystick, he went on to rub his hand on my hairy chest, petting my pecs like if he was giving a dog a belly rub, tracing little circles in my hair with his finger.

‘I love your chest hair’ he said. ‘It’s so fucking masculine!’

And he laid his head on my chest, listening to my heart beating under my skin. And I wrapped my arm around his back. I know I have a great body. To some extent, I work hard for it at the gym. But my big cock, my nice hairy chest, and my piercing blue eyes are just the luck of the draw. And I’m so grateful for them. I don’t really have a need for guys to worship my body. But I must admit it does feel nice when a guy compliments me on my body, and tells me I’m hot and sexy, in a genuine way. Especially coming from Tyler, who’s easy on the eye too, although in a very different way.

After a few minutes, I looked him up in the eyes: ‘This is it, Babe’ I said. ‘I have to fly back to New York tomorrow’.

‘I know’ he replied, with a sad puppy look on his face.

We kept staring at each other, trying to make this moment last forever.

‘Can I ask you a favor?’ Tyler then asked.

‘Sure’ I replied. ‘What is it?’

No word came out of his mouth.

‘What is it?’ I asked again.

‘Can I… Can I… Huuhh… Can I fuck you?’ Tyler asked.

‘Only if you promise to go easy on me’ I joked.

‘You’re mean’ Tyler responded, with a frown on his face.

‘I’m sorry’ I apologized. ‘I didn’t mean it’.

I did mean it, but I just shouldn’t have.

‘Why do you want to fuck me?’ I then asked. ‘Do you need payback?’

‘No’ he said. ‘I just want to know what it feels like’.

‘That’s it?’ I asked. ‘That’s the only reason?’

He hesitated a moment and then continued: ‘It’s just that…  I’d like to know if I’m capable of pleasuring another guy’, he said, kind of embarrassed by his admission.

‘Of course, you can’ I replied. ‘You’re a great fuck as a bottom. No reason why you couldn’t be a great fuck as a top too’.

‘You really think so?’ he asked. ‘Even with my dick?’

‘Of course,’ I said. ‘If two fingers can get the job done, no reason why your dick couldn’t’.

‘Dude!’ I continued. ‘You don’t have the biggest cock in the world, OK. But there’s millions of guys who have a smaller dick than yours and still have great sex. The prostate is just a couple of inches inside a guy’s hole. Even if your dick was half the size, you would still be able to reach it. You’ll do just fine’.

‘Thanks’ he said, only half convinced by my little pep talk.

‘In what position do you want to fuck me?’ I asked.

‘Missionary’ he replied.

‘Why is that?’ I asked.

‘I want to look at you’ he replied. ‘I want to see your face when I fuck you’.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his dick, which was back at full mast. I was going to pour some on my hole, but Tyler asked me if he could do it himself. I grabbed the back of my knees to give him better access. And I felt the cold fluid hit my hairy rosebud. He brought his middle finger to my entrance and started rubbing the lube around my tight hole to get his finger wet. He pushed in and broke into my gate, oiling the walls of my passage.

I never really had second thought about allowing Tyler to fuck me. I felt like I did him a service by introducing him to the joys of man sex and he kind of owed me one for that. But he also gave me amazing sex, especially the double orgasm yesterday, which literally blew me away. So, I owed him one as well. Without sounding too cocky, I felt like I was his mentor of some sort, passing on to him all the practical knowledge I’ve acquired over my years fucking dudes. Everything I could do to make his first times less stressful felt like the right thing to do at this point.

Tyler lined up his dick, ready to penetrate me.

‘Hey not so fast!’ I protested. ‘You have to finger me with two fingers’.

‘Really?’ he said, kind of surprised I wouldn’t be ready to accommodate his skinny dick when he had been able to accommodate my monster his first time taking a dick.

‘Hell yeah!’ I objected. ‘I don’t bottom very often. You have to loosen me up first’.

He poured some more lube on his fingers and brought his middle and index fingers to my entrance. He pushed in. I pushed out. And his two fingers breached my gate, making me wince a little. He slid them in and out, and then shoved them in, all the way to his last knuckle.

‘Are you good now?’ he asked.

‘I think so’ I replied, with a tone in my voice that conveyed vulnerability for the first time since we met. He was now in charge. I had relinquished control to him. He kept his tank top on but raised it over his head. He looked like he was wearing a harness. He was so fucking hot! His hard nipples sticking out like daggers; the little patch of chest hair in-between his pecs giving him this look of a young top ready rough his daddy up.

He lined up his eager dick with my hole, me still holding the back of my knees. And he pushed in. Since his pencil dick was probably the same girth as the two fingers that had just loosened me up, he broke in easily and pushed in until I could feel his pubes tickling my balls.

‘You’re in’ I said.

‘Yeah!’ he replied, with a big smile on his face.

‘Come and kiss me’ I offered.

And we started making out, him beginning to fuck me ever so slightly. Even though his dick was small, it was harder than diamond. It felt great in my hole. Not so big as to make his invasion painful, but still stretching my rusty hole and providing great friction. Its nice upward curve was also hitting all the right spots inside me, especially the magic one.

‘Oh yeah! Right there!’ I said. ‘You found my prostate’.

Tyler picked up the pace, ramming up and down my tunnel and punching my G-spot with every thrust. My body was actually shaking under his pounding. He made up for the small size of his tool with lots of energy, using his 6’4” frame to manhandle me.

‘Yeah! Fuck me! Your dick feels so good!’ I said, trying to give him words of encouragement.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because I saw his face change. I knew that look and I knew what was happening.

‘I’m gonna cum!’ he said, with an apologetic voice.

He pushed in one more time and started grunting, releasing in my hole whatever remanent fluid he still had left in his balls, after having cummed twice already tonight.

‘Keep fucking me’ I ordered, hoping he wouldn’t go soft right after exploding in my hole. I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, Tyler’s pencil dick still lodged inside me. Luckily, Tyler kept going. Fast. Hard! He felt kind of defeated after blowing so quickly and wanted to make it up to me and ensure he could still get the job done and make me cum. His determination and all the effort he was putting into his first time topping was really hot. I knew if he kept going, he would eventually reach the goal he was after.

‘Yeah. Keep fucking me!’ I said, ‘just like that!’

‘I’m getting close’ I eventually said.

Tyler picked up the pace even more, while I was jerking my cock furiously. I could sense Tyler was feeling discomfort, ramming in my hole his spent dick, and rubbing his sensitive dickhead against the walls of my insides. But he pushed through. And I eventually felt my juice churn inside my balls. My body tensed up.

‘You’re gonna make me cum’ I cried. ‘YOU’RE gonna make me cum’ insisting on the YOU.

And my cock exploded, shooting several volleys of my white cream on my hairy chest. One squirt even landed on his chest, right in the little patch of hair in-between his pecs.

‘Yeah! Cum for me!’ Tyler said, with fire in his eyes. I could tell a million emotions were racing through his mind. We were sharing that intense moment together. He was watching my face as I was losing the battle, my cock unable to resist its urge to release my alpha seeds in the air. He was watching my juice fly out of my cock. He was turned on by both the visuals and the sounds of my surrender. But above all, he felt pride. Pride that his pencil dick had managed to push me over the edge, forcing my cock to give up its precious nectar.

I saw his face change again, overwhelmed by his emotions. I felt his pencil dick swell in my ass. I sealed my ring as tight as I could, clamping down on his dick. And he came for the fourth time of the evening, yelling ‘I’m cumming!’ while he had already started to shoot. There was no way he had anything more than a dribble left in his little nuts. But he still had that fire in his eyes.

He collapsed on me; his smooth stomach pressed against my cum-drenched hairy stomach. And I kissed him on the neck, him closing his eyes, recovering from his explosion.

‘You were great, Babe!’ I whispered in his ear ‘You little stud!’

‘Thanks, Babe!’ he replied.

This was the first time he had called me ‘Babe’, even though I must have used that word at least ten times, yesterday and today. And we laid on our backs for a minute or two, holding each other’s hand.

‘You need to shower’ I eventually said, looking at his cum-covered stomach.

‘So do you!’ he replied with a smile.

We spent a long time in the shower together, enjoying the hot water loosening our tense muscles, and making out the whole time. He kept manhandling my cock. He couldn’t get enough of it and didn’t want to let go of it. Meanwhile, I grabbed his bubble butt, the one I had just split in half two days in a row.

He got dressed, while I just put on a pair of shorts.

‘Thanks for everything’ he said, on his way out.

‘Thank YOU! I replied.

‘Maybe I can come visit you in New York someday’ he said.

‘You have my number!’ I said, non-committedly.

‘Make us proud tomorrow!’ I said, referring to his upcoming golf tournament.

He nodded. And he left for good.

I felt kind of sad to see Tyler go. Sex for me is usually just that: Sex. One and done! It’s not often I develop any kind of feelings for the guys I fuck. Nor am I looking for them at this point in my life. But Tyler was really cute, not just his face, but his all demeanor, as he marched on his journey from boy to man. I felt like I led him on the first steps, me being Mr. Miyagi and him being the Karate Kid. And I had an amazing time along the way. But with me in New York and him in Indiana, there was no point pretending this could ever become anything more than a 2-night stand.

I needed to burn some energy. I put on my gym gear and headed down to the small hotel gym. As I exited my bedroom, my neighbor was getting out of his room too. I didn’t know who he was, but he was most certainly associated with one of the universities.

‘What was going on in there?’ he asked, with a devious smile.

‘Exactly what you thought it was’ I responded. ‘You should thank me. I’m taking stamina out of the competition’.

He smiled.

We both remained in an awkward silence, while riding the elevator down to the first floor. The guy was hot. He looked like he was in his mid to late 30’s. So, clearly too old to be a student, but too young to be a parent. He didn’t look like a coach either. Who the fuck was he? But it didn’t matter. He had a nice stubble: dark hair, with the hair on his chin and his temples turning salt and pepper. He had several tattoos on his forearms, and amazing blue eyes, just as pretty as Tyler’s. And I could sense he was more curious than just wondering what had been happening in my bedroom.

It was only 7pm. The night was still young.