Confession to my straight friend about an escort

Although my work is of a global remit and I spend a lot of time on planes, it is actually rare that I get sent to the US.

On this particular assignment, I found myself in the Southern US and as I often do, I like to check out the local sights (Grinder, Scruff, Rentmen, Jock2go and others). Usually, its just to admire the sexy men and have a good wank, but the nature of this particular assignment was really relaxed and I didn’t really have much to do in the evenings and as the saying goes, idle jock strapped asses are the devil’s workshop (or something like that).

Not only had I decided to buy me some hot big dicked fun but I was reminded by my partner that his friend Aaron lived about a 90 minute drive from where I was so I texted him to see if we could catch up.

Aaron was this straight muscle god, absolutely beautiful man, and on top of that, super nice (hate him right?).

We have had some raunchy revealing chats over text in the past, most recently it was about the kind of porn each of us watch. He was really into straight girls squirting out of their pussies.

Anyway, the day I texted him he excitedly replied with “Yes, I’d love to come for dinner, but I can’t tonight, can we tomorrow?”

Timing being everything, I was delighted with his unavailability because I could hire the Rentmen stud I had texted earlier.

Now before going straight into the transactional sex, fast forward to the next day when I met Aaron in my chic hotel lobby for drinks and dinner.

“This a busy assignment for you?” Aaron asked as we sat down in the bar and ordered a couple of martinis.

“Not particularly,” I said, “Pretty much a 9-5 with this client. Actually,” laughing, “Today was more like a 9-10:30, so after I was done, I took off. Went to an art gallery that I’ve always wanted to see and then found a cute little wine bar/tapas place and had myself a boozy lunch sitting in the sun.”

“Aww man, I don’t know how you do it, every time I talk to you, you’re somewhere in the world and what I love about you is that you don’t need people to travel with, you just explore and can sit and enjoy lunch which watching like the Pyramids or lions or some shit!”

At this point, we had been drinking for a little bit so I was feeling bold and blurted out, “Well I seek the company when safely back at my hotel,” I said with a smirk while sipping my martini (channeling my best James Bond).

We shared an awkward laugh over this.

“What do you mean? You hooked up?”

“Well, sort of, but not in the conventional sense.”

Chortling, Aaron pressed, “What is the opposite of conventional? You talking kinky shit, group sex, swingers party, animals, tied to a cross, come on what!?”

“No not telling you” giggling at his notion of non-conventional sex.

“Come on!”

“Ok, yeah, it was a little barnyard fun with some redneck pig farmer, hot as fuck, but the pig had a huge cock and I could hardly walk after.”

We both enjoyed a good laugh here over this.

“Come on, remember that text exchange we had awhile ago? Come on, I told you all about my fetish about squirting pussy in straight porn. Come on, tell me, what did you get up to last night? Grindr? Who did you fuck?” He said as he prodded me in the arm, “TELL ME!”

“Promise this stays between us?”

“Yeah of course man, secret’s safe with me.”

“I hired a hooker.”

He slammed his hand down onto the bar table really loudly and shouted, “NO FUCKING WAY! WHAT!?”

“Sshhhhh!” I said as the entire bar turned to look at us.

He was almost giddy with laughter, or he was turned on, but he pressed on with his interrogation.

“Tell me everything you dirty boy!”

“First another martini!”

“Tell me, I wanna know the details!”

With a few truth serums in me I felt obliged to describe my adventure last night.

“Well,” I started, “normally I am a good boy and busy as fuck but this assignment is slow and nothing to do in the evenings so I got to looking at some of the gay escort sites.”

As I described to Aaron, my selection process ain’t exactly scientific but fairly straight forward: black, muscle, big dick, preferably cut, “Ask me” for whether they do safe or bareback, and then I like a little edge and domineering type of personality.

The guy I selected looked amazing in a red speedo and he suited the obligatory ball cap with the brim curved and down low almost covering his eyes.

One of my absolute weaknesses, a guy who a rocks a baseball cap.

Anyway, the guy’s stats were impressive. 6’3”, 225lbs, thighs of a god, huge solid muscle ass and he said 9 cut inches of baseball bat thick dick.

Hiring an escort years ago was a bit like a box of chocolates, you just never know what you’re gonna get until you open the hotel door, but in this day and age, Video Verification is part of the process and this stud and I ended up have a really nice WhatsApp video which not only made my ass twitch but also put me at ease.

Always nice to meet someone in this forum who turns out to be sexy and a genuine attractively pleasant person.

Anyway, at the appointed time, there is a knock on the hotel door and enter my boyfriend of the evening.

It was late now, must have been close to 1am, as I told Aaron.

I was enjoying being his story teller for some reason and going back to my story, after a few martinis in the bar earlier and then getting myself squeaky clean, I did the required number of pushups and selected my jock strap of the evening.

I met him barefoot at the door in some tighter European style jeans and a nice fitted T-Shirt, and this man was a sight to behold.

He had on the ball cap but was wearing a fitted short black jacket and black jeans that highlighted his bulge and thighs.

I offered to take his coat noticing that it was a very high end brand. It smelled so good and thought to myself, “Oh I’ve chosen well tonight, this is gonna be fun!”

We exchanged some pleasantries while sitting on the edge of the bed sipping a bit of whiskey I had poured for us both.

“No obligation but I come with treats,” he said as he reached into a small backpack he had placed at his feet.”

“Treats? What fun!”

I am a bit clueless at times because I was literally thinking of Sour Patch Kids or those candy Rocket things, and no sooner had I reached into the satchel he produced than I felt the familiar shape of a popper bottle.

“Yummy treats,” I smiled, “you’re such a sweetheart.”

“Whatever floats your boat man, there is GHB in there, Meow Meow and use the meth if you want.”

Aaron laughed at this point in my story, “Aw man, did you shit your pants at this? You are so not a party gay.”

I had to admit that I became visibly nervous in front of this guy but he sensed it right away and reassured me, “Only if you want, I tend to stick to poppers but I know a lot of guys expect the full buffet.”

“Poppers will do me just fine” I said as I leaned in for a kiss.

“Lube!” Shit I thought, I don’t have lube, “does your tickle trunk have lube?”

He grabbed back the satchel and rummaged around for a second or two.

“I’ve got regular,” he said holding up a pump bottle of Easy-glide as if the star of an info-mercial, “and, uhm, advanced!” holding up a broad and not very tall thing of lube that looked more like a crisco jar.

I took the broad jar and read the name out loud, “Fist-it numbing lube.”

I giggled a bit, grabbed the normal lube and tossed it aside holding onto the numbing lube.

As I described what happened next to Aaron, who had at this point ordered another round of martinis, he was relentless in making me clarify specific details.

When the escort first entered my ass from behind Aaron wanted graphic detail about the numbing gel.

“And? Were you numb?” He asked.

I explained that it did take away some of the punch of penetration but it was nice because it kind of focussed the sensation where it should be, on the prostate.

“Assgasm!? What the fuck?”

I had to spend a little time explaining this to him and clearly he had never played with his p-spot but he was intrigued how someone’s ass could have a leg shuddering orgasm.

And as I explained to Aaron, this fucker was good at making my legs and ass shake with his long strokes. He knew the spot to stimulate with precision.

His 9” dick was perfectly straight and thick.

Underneath, and I am not exaggerating, his balls were the size of 2 eggs and they were either wapping against my own balls when he fucked me from behind or they were wapping against my taint and stimulating my prostate every time he went balls deep with me on my back.

I pretty much gave Aaron a blow-by-blow account of the night with this guy and although I was not the first trick of his evening, when he finally blew his load, the amount of jizz those egg sized nuts produced was a thing of beauty.

As I told Aaron, he pulled out of my sloppy well fucked hole and duck walked on his knees toward my eagerly waiting mouth and while stroking his cock and pumped ribbons of tasty spunk across my face.

I greedily licked, tongued and scooped up every last drop that I could.

I thought to myself, “Fuck if he shoots that much after fucking 3 or 4 guys before me, imagine being the first fuck of the night!”

He fell down on the bed panting heavy and I rolled over onto my stomach playfully licking my lips.

Slapping my ass and with a huge grin on his face, “Well that was fun!”

It was now very late and we both started to doze off a bit.

I think I fell asleep first and then was woken up with him sitting on the edge of the bed stretching his arms out over his head.

“Shit man, look at the time, sorry, didn’t realise we went way over the hour there. Ooooops.”

I laughed and said I can give extra if you need.

Worth every penny I commented.

“Nah, it’s fine, but how about this, I don’t charge for the extra and you let me crash? Saves me going home at this shitty time of night.”

I quickly agreed to the terms of his proposal (I’m not stupid after-all) and as I secretly hoped, after about an hour of dozing off, I woke up to the pressure of his body on top of mine and could feel that big dick sliding between my ass cheeks.

He had woken up a bit before and was horny again so took control.

He had already smeared some of the numbing lube onto my hole and was ready to fuck.

I went almost totally submissive kind of pretending I was still asleep and he proceeded to fuck my brains out.

Much harder than the first time and he dug deep.

No doubt he had popped my second hole wide open.

“Second hole! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Aaron asked.

A little anatomy lesson ensued for Aaron on the magic of a popped second hole in gay sex.

I finally got to the end of my story which culminated with the escort grunting a nice big load into my hole before plopping down beside me and dozing off to sleep.

“And that boys and girls is the story of a wanton cumdump,” I said wrapping up my little tale.

“Bravo!” He clapped, attracting once again the glares of the bar customers.

“Well aren’t you a little slut? One more for the road?” He asked.

I shrugged a “why not” and up he stood to get another round.

I could not help but notice he was hard as fuck and prominently displaying his boner in his jeans.

I didn’t say anything until he came back to the table with our drinks and he was still noticeably hard so as he handed me my drink I stared directly at his bulge before he took his seat, and said with a sip of my martini (again with my bestest James Bond), “Well you look like you enjoyed that.”

He grabbed his crotch to adjust and let out a little cough as he straightened up.

“You tell a good story man, hot as fuck.”

“Glad you enjoyed.”

We continued chatting about all sorts of things for a long time into the evening and we didn’t even make it to dinner.

“Dude, I shouldn’t ask, but can I crash the night?” I can’t drive and a taxi is gonna cost an arm and a leg from here and then I gotta come back to get my car.”

“Yeah thats fine, just keep your hands to yourself,” I said winking.

“Yeah, I might wait until after you get tested,” he said with a huge grin as he gulped the last of his drink.

“Asshole” I said smacking his shoulder as we left the bar and headed to my room.

When we got to the elevator, the night concierge confronted us and asked if we were guests. I explained that I was, my friend who lives nearby had come to hang out, we drank too much and he’s crashing the night.

And then it dawned on me.

Last night when I called down I asked if they could allow my “friend” access to my floor.

I realised it was probably this guy.

He had a little smirk on his face after he let us proceed into the elevator and I wondered if he wasn’t thinking to himself, “2 fucking black studs in a row….slut!”

Well, if the shoe fits, but although Aaron was turned on by my sexual adventures, that night, probably because we were 3 sheets to the wind, we didn’t fool around.

We literally crashed on the bed and that was it.

Next morning, we got up, he had a shower, we went down for some breakfast.

With a hug a kiss on the cheek goodbye later, Aaron went off to the parkade to get in his car.

“See ya man, let me know if there are any other adventures to report!” He shouted as he walked through the parkade door.

I finished up my case without another visitor to my hotel room but I have a feeling that Aaron and I will be sharing more of our dirty little secrets in the years to come.