We decided to meet for a drink at his hotel bar. We knew how it would end up but there’s something about the tension building that made me want to sit with him in public instead of heading right to his room.
When I met him in the lobby, I realized how petite he was. I’m not a tall guy by any means and I had a few inches on him at least. He was slim, toned, and cute as hell. He wore glasses, which is always a plus for me; his dark gray jeans and his tee shirt fit him well. He wore a stunning cologne. Look good, smell good, I’m yours. My cock was already stiffening.
I put my hand in the small of his back as we headed into the bar. He turned and smiled at me as we walked toward two open seats at one end of it.
As we sat and chatted, learning a little bit about each other, my hand rested on his thigh. We sat facing each other, perpendicular to the bar, my right leg between both his and his right between both of mine.
As we chatted and sipped, one of us always held physical contact with the other. It was electric. As we finished our drinks, he said, “Let’s go upstairs.”
We had the elevator to ourselves and immediately started making out. My body was against his, his back to the elevator wall as our tongues expressed what our hands had not been able to with others around. I know he could feel my hard dick against him.
Quickly the doors opened and he led me to his room. Once inside as I took off my shoes, he sat on the bed, and cheekily asked, “Wanna watch some tv?” We laughed together.
I moved to him and knelt over him; we began hungrily making out again. As I kissed his neck, nibbled his ear, and tasted his lips, he began moaning eagerly. Every time he made one of those needy noises, I got hotter. Soon neither of us had our shirts on. He eagerly sucked on my nipples, not even knowing how sensitive they were. My hands were all over his body, feeling the curve of his hip, resting on his slim but muscular chest, lacing my fingers with his. I kissed his entire torso, buried my face in his pits, and licked and nibbled his nips.
Our pants came off next; he was wearing a cute pair of CK briefs, I was wearing mesh C-IN2s, against which my hard cock was bulging obviously. His mouth and hands were all over me, mine were all over him. As I felt his small, firm, cute as fuck butt, I pulled the bottoms of each leg of his briefs up, catching them in his crack. I caressed and kneaded his beautiful cheeks and the moaning continued. He pulled my pair down, freeing my throbbing hard dick. Almost immediately, his warm mouth engulfed me, wrapping his sweet lips around me. I let out a guttural growl to let him know how good he felt sucking my cock. As I gently caressed his face and fed him my dick, he moaned around it, fueling me to thrust deeper into his mouth.
My finger found his hole, warm and inviting. As I entered him, he moaned. His whimpers drove me fucking wild and I kept thrusting my cock in his mouth, it getting harder and harder. My one hand wrapping itself around his throat, the other fingering his tight hole. This went on for a few minutes and his moaning never stopped, getting louder and needier. My tongue found his neck, his ear, his chest. I was licking and sucking and nibbling him like he was covered in something sweet.
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “Do you want to fuck me?”
I growled a hungry affirmative and he grabbed lube from the nightstand. He expertly applied it to himself and then stroked my dick, lubing it up, getting it even harder when I didn’t think that was possible.
He laid back and raised his legs. I grabbed hold of them and lined myself up. He reached down and guided my throbbing dick into himself. Slowly I entered him, watching his face, asking if he was ok each step of the way. And as I found my cock completely in him, my balls coming into contact with his body, I felt his hole tighten around me. It was without equal, the tightest hole I have ever felt. His grip on me was unlike anything I had known. He moaned and I bellowed. I could not contain myself with how good it felt.
Making sure he was prepared, I asked him if he was ok. “Yes,” he said, “please fuck me.” And fuck him I did. As I thrust into him, holding his legs up and spread out, the bed started banging against the wall. I briefly felt badly for anyone in the next room and then gave into the feelings and doubled down. The noises of a good fuck always make me feral. Between the banging of the bed against the wall, his repeated moans getting louder every time I drove in him, and the slaps of my body against his, I knew I would not be able to last long.
I reached down and began stroking his cock while I fucked him, I could feel his dick getting harder in my hands and watched his balls tighten. His moans got louder and louder, no words, incoherent. Just lust. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming,” he screamed, and then his moans again became unintelligible as he blew his load all over his tight body.
“Where do you want me -“ I panted as I stuffed him. But I couldn’t even finish the sentence as he screamed, “Breed me!”
That was all I needed. With my loudest yell yet, I felt myself fill him, his hole still working my cock like nothing I’d experienced. With a few more loud thumps of the bed against the wall I let out a string of profane and filthy language.
“Don’t take it out yet,” he said and so I kept my cock in him, and lowered my body onto his, his cum matting the fur on my chest and belly.
We made out. I kissed his ear again and whispered to him, “Are you ok?” He smiled and said he was and we told each other how hot it was.
Slowly, I pulled out and rolled over to catch my breath.
What a great fuck he was.
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