Me and my Man

Over the next few weeks we chatted constantly, some of it messaging but talking by phone too.  To this day I love hearing his voice, I think that feeling started during this time.  We learned about each other, our lives, some background information, our families, and our jobs.  He encouraged me to get on Prep, and to have an STI test.  I went through the appointments and did all the responsible stuff, but he was always on the other end of the phone to help me through.  I was relieved to learn I tested negative, and happy to know that if I saw him again, I could take him bareback with no worry.  I'd always wanted to be bred, and between the Prep, my sexual attraction to him, and how we were becoming friends he would be the one to breed me.

We'd make very tentative plans to meet in the future, this time overnight. He'd wanted me to stay with him overnight while he was visiting the city I lived in but there was no way to work that out. This time I created the opportunity to leave town. He was working away from home, closer to where I lived than he did normally. I thought he was crazy, and that I was crazy, and that we were crazy together for thinking this would work out. Turns out we were just crazy enough to see each other again. We scheduled to meet one Thursday afternoon, stay with each other overnight, and part Friday morning. It was going to be an intense, passionate night of two men fucking and pleasing each other, literally the stuff dreams are made of.

I didn't believe we would actually carry through with it, either I would chicken out, or he would cancel. I felt like an insane person when I left work and got on the highway, messaging him first that I was on my way. I called me shortly after I started, knowing I couldn't text. I could tell he was excited, I was too, but there was an undercurrent of nerves from both of us. He got a little stern at one point and told me I'd better show up. Again, I wrote it off as the nerves talking and told him I would be there. He was paying for the room we were sharing so I understood that part. I drove the rest of the way thinking about him alternating with listening to music to keep my own nerves down. I had to hop on a conference call at one point so that ate up some time too.

He'd sent me the address of the hotel he picked; a mid-grade place closer to his place of work. I pulled in early, my usual, and parked where I could see the parking lot entrance. I was glad to see the place looked mostly empty, the kind of place that would stay empty most of the night. I was finishing up with my conference call when I saw his car pull in. He threw me a wave, clearly glad to see that I didn't flake on him. He drove to the entrance, checked in and I watched him get back in his car and disappear to one of the buildings in the back. Once my call was done, I messaged him, let him know I was driving around. I parked next to his car, got my backpack and walked towards the building. He messaged me to come right it but the door required a keycard. He came out to meet me and for the first time since the day he fucked me, here I was, right next to him, smelling him, taking in his hotness, letting his presence wash over me.

He was just as I remembered; tall, dark, short hair and beard. Looking at me with his beautiful eyes, his long arm and graceful hand holding the door for me.

"How are you?" He asked, smiling
"I'm great now, how are you." I replied
"Fantastic, how are you?" It's been his little game to ask twice each time I see him from this time on.

We walked down the hall to the room he booked, a typical hotel hallway, carpeted with rows of doors on either side. Not the kind of place I ever would have thought would hide the secrets we were about to create; I look at all hotels differently now. He swiped the keycard at the door and let me go in first. The room was spacious, with one king bed for us to share, decorated in neutral tones. One wall was all glass, covered in drapes for privacy. I could see his bag and things neatly stored in a corner. I've learned that he likes keeping his things neat and organized, separate from mine to avoid any confusion. I was relieved to see the sink was in the bathroom, not outside like some hotels have. I wanted privacy to get ready to bottom and that I could close the door so he wouldn't need to see any of that.

I dropped my backpack by a chair on the side of the bed that was obviously going to be mine, based on where his things were. I turned around and the magic started. He was right behind me, arms already encircling me, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. I squeezed him to me, still not quite believing that this was happening. Feeling him, kissing him, just being with him was better that I remembered. We moved towards the bed, not breaking our embrace. He lowered me to the bed and held himself over me but I pulled him down, wanting to feel him laying on me. I pulled his shirt over his head and began kissing him up and down his jaw, neck, and shoulders, touching him everywhere I could grab. He was doing the same to me, our lips occasionally meeting with our tongues pushing in and out of each other. I gently pushed him up and off me, rolling him onto the bed.

"I need some time to get ready." He knew what that meant when I said it.
"Don't leave me yet." He said, so I leaned over to plant a long kiss on his lips, he bit down gently. This time I ran my hand down the front of his jeans and felt that he was hard, his cock fighting the stiff material to get out.

I got off the bed, grabbed my bag, and went to the bathroom. There I took care of the things that I needed to so I could be ready for him. As I opened the bathroom door and tossed my bag to the corner, I could see him spread out in the bed, clearly naked under the sheet, playing on his phone. His hard cock was obvious as it made a tent in the giant king-sized bed. He placed his phone on the bedside table as I slid into bed beside him. Before doing so I placed the lube and small brown bottle on the table closest to me.

As I came even with his face we met with another kiss, and he wrapped his long arm around my back and squeezed me to him. I ran my hand through his dark chest hair, then down his stomach, past his waist to his wrap it around his hard cock. I stroked him gently up and down as he kissed me hard. We broke our kiss and I lifted off of him. I knew what it was time for and I wanted it. I kissed him down his neck, across his chest, following the line that led me below his waist. I kissed the tip of his engorged cock, then proceeded to lick my way down, taking him bit-by-bit in my mouth until I could wrap my lips around the shaft and begin sucking. He laid a hand on the back of my head and guided me in the rhythm he wanted as I tried to take as much of him as I could. I was up on all fours and I felt his other hand brush against the back of my thigh. As I continued to give him the best head I could I could feel his fingers start to enter between my ass cheeks, just a gentle touch as he made his way towards my man-pussy. As his light touch was making me weak, I could feel him start to pull my ass towards him. I knew him well enough to know what this meant to I moved to straddle him where he could reach my pink hole with his tongue.

As I assumed the position, I reached over to grab the bottle of poppers, taking a few quick hits. The poppers, combined with his rimming, and me sucking on his wonderful cock sent me to the moon with pleasure. I went wild, kissing every part of him that I could reach, his balls, inner thighs, deepthroating his cock as best I could. He dove into me with his tongue, working inside and out. I could not tell you what he was doing, I can just testify that he knew what he was doing and it was amazing. I felt his fingers begin to work their way in, my hole lubed from his spit. He began to lightly bite my ass on either side of my hole, something he loves to do. We stayed this way for the next few minutes, me enjoying his excellent rimming while I bobbed up and down on his hard cock.

I pulled off of him and moved around so we were facing each other again, planting a long kiss on his lips, feeling intensely for him, wanting every inch of him. As we were kissing, I reached back, gently making his cock-tip rub against my hole, letting him know what was coming and hoping he would remember how good it felt from the last time together. I reached over to grab the lube from the bedside table, popped the cap open, and spread a generous amount on me. I then reached down and continued spreading up and down his thick cock, knowing the effort it would take on my part to take it inside of me. I tossed the lube to the side, grabbed the small brown bottle and positioned myself above his raging cock. I looked him in the face, making sure he wanted what was coming next. He smiled at me and I began to lower myself onto him. As his head entered me, I felt a flash of pain and took a long hit off the poppers, letting the high wash over me as I loosened up. I was almost to the bottom when he shoved the rest of the way into me making me momentarily jump up an inch. Later I would learn this is because he's so impatient to be inside that he just can't wait any more, but at the time it took me by surprise. Slowly I slid all the way back down his length until I was resting against his hips. It felt amazing to have him in me, both because of how much I was attracted to him but also because of our newfound friendship and the trust I placed in him.

I started bucking up and down, settling into a rhythm that I hoped he liked. I was enjoying feeling every part of him, my hands on his chest as I fucked him. We stayed in this cowboy position for a while, he placed his hands behind his head while I worked up and down on his shaft. I could feel every inch of his cock as maneuvered its way in and out of me. I could tell he was enjoying it from his end too, occasionally he would push his cock up into me in fast little bursts. I reached my hands out to hold the headboard and increased the pace of my fucking, feeling the intensity between us grow.

He wanted control so he stopped me and asked if we could change positions. I told him he could have whatever he wanted, so I pulled slowly off of him and he rolled over and stood up at the edge of the bed. He wanted doggie style so I moved over to him, my ass at the edge of the bed, sticking out right at his cock. He pushed my shoulders down and I tried to relax as he started to enter me. Even after opening up, I still needed help so I brought the poppers to my nose again. I felt him slowly enter me, from the very start, all the way until I could feel his skin against mine. I felt fulfilled and complete, learning from him that this is exactly what I wanted from sex. He started into his rhythm, one that I know so well by now, hearing his breathing increase in tempo, knowing that I was giving him this pleasure. My insides were lit up with pleasure of my own, wanting this man to be in control, wanting to give my ass to him in exchange for the feeling he was giving me.

We kept this position for the next ten minutes or so, until he wanted to change, my ass twerked out at the edge of the bed, him standing with his cock all the way in me. He pulled out of me and at his direction I flipped over on the bed and worked a pillow under my lower back, still at the edge of the bed. I held my legs in the air as he bent at the knees, positioned himself, and began to enter me again. I loved being able to see his face, to watch what he felt as he pushed into me, wanting to give him everything I could. It's natural now for me to be submissive to him, to give him everything I can, back then it was new and I was enjoying learning that this is what I wanted.

He spent time enjoying himself, feeling what it was to be inside of me, fucking in and out. He started a technique he calls 'teasing the head' where he rubs the head of his cock in and out of my outer ring.

"It's so tight" He says.

He pushed all the way back in to me and I felt him start to get faster and faster. His breathing became more shallow, I could tell he was getting close. He pulled my torso close to the edge of the bed, thrusting faster and faster until he exploded into me.  As he came, he thrusted  all the way into me and arched his back. He held himself there as he spewed more and more cum into me. I could feel his cock become slicker as his cum filled my insides, and he lowered himself onto me until our lips met and we kissed. He was winded so we didn't kiss long, and his cock slid out of me as he rolled onto his back, spent after his orgasm. I rolled over too and laid my head on his chest, feeling his skin and just enjoying this moment with him.

We cleaned up and got dressed, we had decided to go out for something to eat. He took me for Mexican, to one of his favorite places. As we sat at dinner we laughed and talked, I loved seeing him outside of the hotel room. He kept asking me if I liked the food, I think he was nervous that I might not be enjoying myself. He didn't know at the time that I didn't care what we ate as long as I was with him, but it was delicious. It was a fun, relaxing time. Afterwards he drove back to the hotel room where we resumed our fun, but more on that next time.