Time for an escort
A lot of my coworkers complain about all of the traveling required for our job. Me on the other hand, I find it refreshing and I look forward to it. I love seeing different cities, meeting people all over the country and I am not that put off by the hassle of flying these days either. Grin and bear it. It is not really that bad. The worst thing probably was being away from home so much. My lover traveled a great deal too, but as they say absence can make the heart (hard on) grow fonder and that is true for us.
Don’t get me wrong, I still think my husband is one of the sexiest studs I have ever laid eyes on, but let’s get real – with all this traveling a man needs what a man needs and tonight I need a big dick to suck. Internet here I come. Maybe a massage? Yea it has been a long week and I could use some hot “massage therapist” giving me a rub down leading to ?????
I logged on to my favorite site that specializes in Men for Rent. And tonight I wanted a man. A big rugged manly man all over me. At least I thought that is what I wanted until I read this: “Your fantasy. My reality.” That was all the ad said. It was not the wording so much but the innocent looking young man pictured in the ad. So not my type, in fact quite the opposite. This kid looked like your typical nerd, bookish twink, and a skinny little fucker. Nothing exceptional about his build or his looks, except his piercing eyes boring into the camera and this obscene bulge about to burst the seams of the thong he is wearing. There is no way that thing could be real. What the hell I thought as I dialed his number, plus he has over 30 reviews all 5 star and raves.
Yes, he had time. Great. We agreed on a price. No problem. Scheduled an appointment. I gave the room number of the hotel and we were set. I had plenty of time to get a quick work out in and take a long hot shower to get squeaky clean before he knocked on my door two hours later.
I am stepping out of the shower when I hear the knock on the door. Very prompt. Extra points for being on time and professional. I check myself in the mirror one last time before answering the knock. Hmmm. I still got it. Now it is time to see if this lil twink hopefully has a muscle daddy fetish. I am 54 years old. At 6 ft. 2 inches tall I tip the scales at a solid 225 lbs. Of lean rock hard muscles from years and years of being addicted the gym.
It is sort of a thrill, I mean I know what this guy is supposed to look like if his pictures are accurate but he has no idea what is waiting for him on the other side. I have been surprised more than once, and I am sure I have surprised just as many.
I open the door and standing there is a preppy young man, dressed in a polo shirt, docker shorts and slip on loafers, straight out of a coed college library brochure. Sort of cute in a nerdy sort of way with a broad easy grin and large brown puppy dog eyes. My cock starts tenting the damp towel on the spot.
“My name is Carson” he sticks his hand out as I let him in the room.
“Hello Carson, My name is Jackson, but my friends call me Jax.”
“Then Jax it is, I hope.” As he steps into the room.
He lays his backpack on the chair and steps right up close. He flicks the towel off from around my waist, and lays both of his hands on my chest. “So big guy. What did you have in mind for the evening” he massages the pecs and flicks my perky nipples with his thumbs.
I don’t answer at first, my eyes sort of close and my head lolls back just a little from the pleasure he is giving my chest. His thumbs and forefingers are working magic on the muscles. My dick rises and jerks with each flick of his thumb across the rock hard nubs of my nipples.
“Don’t you worry.” He talks with a surprisingly deep voice. “I am pretty sure I know what you need already”. He adds with a definitive tone and a much more deliberate attack of each nipple between his fingertips.
“Why don’t you unwrap your present muscle daddy?”
I open my eyes for a second with a quizzical look.
“My clothes big man.” He stops rubbing my nipples. “Start with my shoes”. And points down towards the floor and his feet.
A light bulb goes off in my head. It is my lucky day I think to myself. I got hold of a dominant little fucker... I drop to my knees and lift his left foot off the ground. I massage his calve as I take the heel of his loafer and start to slide it off. His legs are totally hairless and surprisingly strong with lean corded muscles disguised as being skinny. I take my time and remove the show slowly and reveal his large feet a little at a time. Once I have the loafer off I rest his bare foot on my thigh and I raise the leather shoe to my nose and inhale deeply. The smell of leather mixed with clean damp feet shoots through my body. I moaned out load from the aromatic high.
He rests his hands on my shoulders and raises his bare foot up my torso rubbing my abs and pecs on their way to my mouth beside his loafer. I drop the shoe to the floor and grab his foot and start to lick. I lick the arch underneath, over the heel and back up the top side on my way to his long veiny toes. I suck each one in my mouth one at a time. I treat each digit like a small cock and suck it down and slide it in and out of my mouth before moving to the next one. Once I have them all nice and wet I slip all five delicious toes into my mouth and try my best to swallow them all.
“Good boy.” He muses my damp hair “now the other one”. He places his hands back on my shoulder and lifts his left foot. I take the same amount of deliberate time with his left foot as I did the right one. Being more into it now I do notice how hot his feet actually are. Perfectly manicured. Trimmed nails. High arches and veins all the way from his ankle to each long toe.
When I have totally serviced his perfect feet he lifts under my arm pits prompting me to stand up. He reaches into his shorts pocket and hands me a bottle of very expensive poppers. He nods at them and waits. You don’t have to ask me twice, I take a hit so deep I am seeing stars before I come off the bottle.
“Turn around.” He is standing mere inches from my body and I can feel his breath on the back of my neck as the full effect of the inhalant settles in. His fingers run across both shoulders, around the back of my arms tracing each triceps, back up my neck and down the center of my spine. My entire body is on giant goose bump from the touch of his fingers as he slides them lower into the smooth crack of my hairless ass.
“Tell me what you want muscle daddy” His voice is deep but softly whispering in my ear. His left hand has snaked around to my chest and tweaking my nipple as his right finger wedges deeper into my smooth ass.
“I want you” My head rolls back making contact with his behind me.
“I am right here.” He swats my smooth ass cheek with a sharp open palm. “Now tell me what you need” he is rubbing the red stinging area with his soft hand.
“I want you to fuck me” I answer with urgency. I arch my back thrusting my ass against his khaki covered cock and pushing me pecs out further into his hand. The intense rush of the poppers along with this young stud totally playing every nerve ending in my body is out of this world. I can already feel my cock jerking and a steady stream of precum is trailing out of the tip of my cock and stringing all the way to the carpet.
“Good Boi”. He nibbles my ear as he speaks. “Now let’s see if you can handle a real man” he uses my shoulders to turn me around facing him and raises his arms over his head and gives me a nod – permission to remove his shirt.
Standing eye to eye we are both about the same height. His eyes are deep set and intense as I lift the shirt tails up his smooth torso revealing more of the same lean tight body, shredded and almost zero body fat, yet great tone and muscle definition. Where my body is made up of muscles bulging from years and years slinging weights in a gym, his looks as though he spent equal amounts of time swimming judging from the ultra-lean muscles and definition. ‘This stud needs new pictures’ I think to myself as I toss the shirt to the chair beside us.
My hands run over his tight shoulders down his smooth chest and begin the trail down his abs on my way to the grand prize still hidden in those cargo shorts. I pause at the top button and wait for any signal, he is very much in control and I have not gotten permission yet, but he nods his approval.
I lower to one knee as the top button is released. I settle in as close as I can to his crotch revealing the zipper tooth by tooth. As bad as I want to free the hidden pouch, the seduction of revealing it slowly is very exciting for me.
When the zipper is opened all the way, he wiggles his narrow hips and his shorts slide down his legs.
I literally gasp out loud!
To be continued