Me and my Man

As I left Monday evening we agreed to meet Tuesday and Wednesday morning, before he left to go back home.  I left him at his hotel room excited about what we had just done and what was to come. He was an amazing lover, giving as much pleasure as he was getting.

When Tuesday morning came I was nervous, what if he didn’t want to see me? Maybe he didn’t feel the same as I did. I woke early and got ready for the gym as usual, heading out the door while checking my app. No messages. I was disappointed but not surprised, sometimes this is just the way things work.

As I was backing my car out I heard that familiar ‘ping,’ he was asking if I was coming over. Instantly I replied I was on my way, so excited that he wanted to see me again. Here I was, about to see this hot man, and get to roll around in bed with him, it does not get better than that. He sent me his room number as I had forgotten it from last night, and I drove over trying not to speed too much.

As he opened his room door he was just as I remembered, tall and broad, standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. Tall, dark haired, with a beard and the most gorgeous eyes a man has ever had. I walked into his arms and our lips met as the door closed. Kissing him is something that felt amazing from the start, like our special connection wrapped up in one act. We were two men desperate for each other, breaking the kiss only to get air, our hands roaming over each other. We alternated between kissing hard, then back off to softly brush ours lips together. Next I felt his tongue pressing through, tentatively exploring if this is what I want. I opened my lips wider, wanting all he has to give.

I pulled off his shirt exposing his broad, hairy chest. He raised my shirt over my head so my pink nipples were exposed, hard through my own chest hair. His arms are so long it feels like he can reach all of me, his strong hands making me shiver with delight. My hands were everywhere, feeling his back, shoulders, running up and down his arms. I reached down between his legs and feel him through his shorts, he’s hard, his cock poking straight out, ready. It’s then he reached under my waistband, sliding his fingers between my ass checks to gently tap on my man-pussy. From here on it’s decided, he’s all top, I’m all bottom, and it works well, exactly the way it should.

Before we move to the bed he shows me a small pill bottle. It’s his Prep he explains, wanting me to know he’s safe. I’m unsure of how to respond and he doesn’t pressure me, just gently letting me know what he wants. My mind is caught between wanting to be 100% safe and just how much I want to bend over and let this man rearrange my insides, I think every bottom reading this knows that desire. When you’ve found the perfect man caution is difficult.

I don’t have to think long as we moved towards the bed, he pulled off his shorts and I know exactly what to do as I fell to my knees. I enveloped the tip of his cock in my mouth, enjoying the taste of him, turned on by how hard he is. I spent the next few minutes licking, sucking, kissing, and trying to deep throat his cock. His cock is thick, and heavy, perfect in size and shape. His hands are on his hips, as if he expects me to give him good head, exactly what I’m working on. His smell is still exciting, clean, but he smells like a man should.

After a bit he lays down on the bed, wanting me to straddle him so my ass is near his head. I can’t believe he’s willing to rim me again, I was so excited, I almost kicked him in the face getting into position. As he started licked and tonguing my man-pussy I kept on sucking his cock, coming up every now and then for a poppers hit, feeling like this is what sex is supposed to be. He’s got me flying on clouds of pleasure, making me hornier and hornier as he does it, wanting him more and more.

I felt a finger try to work it’s way inside and I welcomed it, it caused me to push back against his hand to show him that's what I wanted. I was tight, having not bottomed regularly in a long time, and we had no lube. Still, with the warm-up he gave me while rimming it felt amazing. It made me want him more, to have all of him. As his finger slid inside I felt a second ready to go, and as I took another hit off the poppers bottle I knew what I was going to do. I moved off of him and asked if he would fuck me, my face must have had desire written all over it. I knew the risks but for some reason this just seemed right. He wanted it as bad as I did and I laid on my back at the edge of the bed, legs in the air. He grabbed some lotion, it was the best we had, and tried to work his way in. It was unsuccessful, our mutual desire not enough to overcome that we were not prepared, I was too tight.

We laid down next to each other, jacking ourselves off, our legs touching, with me reaching over to brush my hand across his chest. We each reached our lips towards the other, kissing as we came closer and closer to climax. He came first with a loud grunt. I moved my lips down to his cock to take as much of his cum as I could. I then laid back and came myself, spewing all over my chest and stomach, completely satisfied.

He had to get to work, we couldn't lay there very long. We decided to take a shower together to clean up, the first of many. I loved having my hands on him with the warm water running down both our bodies. I dressed and said goodbye. We confirmed meeting again tomorrow morning. I can still picture how I left him there in that hotel room, his tall, broad frame outlined in the light from the bathroom door, standing in just his black boxer briefs. It turns my on every time I think of it.

Later on, in the afternoon we were texting back and forth, me asking how his day at work was going, just making little conversation. I sent him a picture of my newest purchase, a tube of Astroglide. I wanted him to know I was ready for the next morning, ready for him, ready for his cock to be inside me.