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Thanks for reading. I really enjoy your feedback. Please let me know what you think. ============================================== "I don't pay for it."
"I'm not looking to get paid. I just need a ride."
"I don't know about this."
DING -- Photo received.
"Damn!"
"C'mon dude, you won't be disappointed."
"I don't know my way around Winston-Salem."
"Tha fuq? You got Waze?"
I knew I was looking for trouble here. I was traveling again for work and spending the week in Winston-Salem, NC. There is a great ABS there, but I wanted some roll-around fun, not a blow-n-go. This trip would make it 37 nights in-a-row in a hotel. If you travel for work, you know how that feels. I put some feelers out on a hook-up app.
"43, 5'11", 200 lbs., average/cut with a dad bod. Will host!"
The first two responses were from hustlers-- fuck boys who had very high opinions of their dicks in sweatpants. You could almost smell the Axe body spray. I declined both guys. If I put an offer out there, and someone responds, I feel obligated to say yes or no.
A few more came in and I was considering them.
I took a shower and cleaned out and up! I was drying off when the phone let me know I had a new message.
It opened with a photo of a beautiful uncut cock hanging below some trimmed pubes and topped by a treasure trail of golden hair.
The message read, "21 here, 6', jock body, college student. Live in a dorm and cannot host. Love a hot Daddy. Hit me back."
The message may as well have asked me about my extended car warranty-- every bell went off that this was not real.
I sent back a note that said I didn't think it would work out.
"Come on! I promise you I am for real! I just need a ride," and he attached a pic of his hard cock and taint. I could just glimpse his pink puckered hole.
"A ride?"
"I don't have a car, and I'm a broke college student."
"I don't pay for it."
"I'm not looking to get paid. I just need a ride."
We went back and forth about why we couldn't meet. With every response, he sent a pic.
"I don't know about this."
DING -- Photo received.
"Damn!"
"C'mon dude, you won't be disappointed."
"I don't know my way around Winston-Salem."
"Da fuq? You got Waze?"
This time he included a picture of him laid back with legs up showing that hole and pushing his hard cock up to see it as well.
I could feel my own hole clench and my mouth water just looking at it. But damn, this all seemed so sketchy.
"What if I send you an Uber?"
"Just come pick me up."
"No, if we do it, I'll send an Uber. I'm not driving. I've had a few drinks."
"How do I get back?"
"If you show, I will get you back to where you need to be."
He sent me his address. I looked it up and it was indeed an apartment complex adjacent to Wake Forest University. I confirmed he was going to show, and I sent an Uber.
What is the worst that can happen? If he shows up and isn't who he says he is, so I don't let him in-- I'm out $12.
About 20 minutes passed and I got a message that said, "Pulling up now."
I positioned myself near the door. I could see through the peephole and he wouldn't hear me move in the room. I know, why do it all if you are that concerned?
I heard a faint ding from the elevator in the hall, and then a knock on my door. I peer through and see a young man that fits the description he gave me. This guy has blond curly hair and is wearing a ball cap backwards.
I pull the door open, and he enters quickly. I assume he is trying to be discrete.
"What's up?" he says.
"This and that. How are you?"
"I'm good. What are you into?"
I laugh a little, "Whoa, take it easy. We'll get there. I'm Joe."
"My bad. I'm Chris. I don't do this a lot."
"What's `a lot'?"
"It's my second time. My first time, I had a car and could drive."
"Well, you're here now."
"Got anything to drink?"
"You mean water?"
"Maybe something more?"
"You're 21, right?" as I move to the small fridge in the room.
"Yup, June 12, 1995."
I hand him a beer.
"Cool. I hate that fancy shit old dudes drink."
"Ah, a charmer."
"Not you. The ones who drink that nasty shit."
"So, what have you done? How experienced are you?"
"I've done a little bit, but I've seen it all on the internet," said Chris, "Do you have porn?"
Every time I check into a hotel room, I make sure the room is clean, looking at the corners of the mattress for bed bugs-- no matter how nice the hotel is. Then I set up my iPad to connect to the TV. Porn is much better on a bigger screen.
"I can put some on. What do you like?"
"Something hot."
"Okay, I won't play the not-hot porn that I watch."
"Seriously though," Chris asked, "what do want to do tonight?"
I had put on a long video of a gay orgy. Things were starting slow. I noticed Chris kept adjusting his junk. It didn't seem he had on anything under his sweats. I told him where I was coming from and what I was looking for.
"Where you wanna do it?"
"Let's take it easy. See where it goes. Are you in a hurry to get back?"
"No."
"How about we lay on the bed and watch a little of this movie?"
"Cool. Can I take my pants off?"
"You can take anything you want off. You can also keep anything you want on. Look Chris, I get that this is awkward, but that's where we are in this world. We don't have to be transactional about it."
"Dude, I don't want you to pay me."
I took a moment to explain what I meant by "transactional." Then I asked if I could touch him. He said yes.
"Cool," he said as I released the hug. He shucked his pants and climbed up on the bed. He looked over at me and said, "C'mon."
I sat another beer on the side table nearest him. I climbed over him to the other side and rested back on the 437 pillows they put on a hotel bed.
"You keeping your pants on?"
"Do you want me to take them off?"
"Are you scared?"
I lifted my ass and slipped my own sweats down and off.
"Nice."
He took his left hand and squeezed my thigh. His hands were hot. He reached up rubbed my chest.
He nodded to the TV, "You like this?"
There were two guys on the screen. One was bent over blowing his buddy, and the friend was fingering the sucker's hole.
"I love it," as I rubbed his thigh in return. I left my hand there.
"Damn. This is hot!" he said as he turned his head to look at me. He leaned his head my direction and closed his eyes. I took that as a cue to kiss him.
When our lips met, I could hear and feel him inhale deeply. I opened my lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He opened his lips and I could tase the mixture of beer and mouthwash. He twisted more to his side and put a hand behind my head.
I would pull back and little and he would lurch forward, not breaking the kiss. I could feel the blood rushing through me. His switch was clicked, and it was on.
He began to rub his hands across my hairy chest. He would almost whimper into the kiss. He latched on to my right nipple, pulling and tweaking it. I groaned and he pulled away from the kiss to put his mouth on my hard stub. Alternating between biting and sucking, this kid had skills.
I ran my fingers through that curly hair, causing the fresh smell of shampoo to waft under my nose. I don't know if this guy had the first clue how fucking hot he was. Then again, I think he may have known exactly what he was doing.
While he spent time on my chest, his hands roamed my body. His hands went down my stomach. He even tickled my navel. Going lower, he held my growing cock and squeezed it tightly before roaming under my balls to run his hands past my taint and hole.
I threw my head back as I tried to reconcile the lust I felt.
He turned again and moved to his knees, continuing to focus on my nipples.
Relenting, he came up for air and a deep kiss.
In what seemed like gymnastics to a 43-year-old, he hopped to his feet and thrust his hips forward. His uncut cock was hard and bouncing in my face. I went to touch his cock and he brushed my hands away. I opened wide and he guided just the end of his cock to my mouth.
I began to circle his head with my tongue, trying to get under that foreskin. Finally, my tongue crept under the head of his cock and the sheath that surrounded it. He exhaled a passionate groan, and I felt his knees quiver. Reaching down, he skinned back his cock and pushed forward into my mouth and teasing my throat.
My arms were wrapped around his solid thighs. This dude was all muscle.
He thrust forward and held my head in place as he acclimated his cock to my hot throat. I'm pretty decent at deep throating.
"Goddamn! Take that cock!" he growled.
He pulled back and dropped to his knees, straddling my legs and came in for a strong kiss. Our tongues wrestled as he fiercely pulled on my nipples.
"Damn! Son, that feel so good!"
As soon as the word left my mouth, I caught myself. I don't know why I used the word "Son."
Without missing a beat, "Yeah, Daddy! I want you to fuck me."
My mind reeled at the notion of fucking this college jock. His words sent me over the edge. I pushed him back and climbed on top of him.
I licked his abs as I made my way to his hairless pecs. Chris had what seemed to be two large slabs of meat for a chest. Each side with nickel size nipples capped with an erect nub-- perfect for chomping!
I would bite one while pulling the other. My free hand was between his muscled thighs rubbing his taint and hole.
"Yeah, daddy! That's it!"
I don't know if this stud had watched that much porn, but he was making one hot scene without a camera!
I went back to his lips and fought with his hot tongue, pushing deep into his mouth and he began to suck my tongue like it was a cock.
"Spit on me daddy!"
I pulled back a little and said, "Yeah, I'm not really into the whole spitting thing."
"That's cool, fuck me!"
I laughed and sat back on my knees and reached for the side table where my beer sat. I took a couple of swigs and looked back at Chris.
"Want a taste?"
"Yeah."
"Open up!!"
He opened his mouth wide, and I held the beer about a foot over his head and poured a bit in his mouth. I tipped the can back up and he swallowed.
"More."
And we repeated the drill.
I put the beer back on the table and picked up a condom and small bottle of lube I had stashed there earlier.
"Hold your legs up." I told him and he pulled them back to his shoulders.
I heard "Go slow!" just as I dropped face first into that ass.
Honest to God, youth is wasted on the young! That ass!
His ass was just as firm as those thighs. I began licking from beyond his hole up to his balls. He writhed in pleasure. I began to focus on that rosebud. Lightly circling it with my tongue, then pushing deep into it. He smelled like body wash, and it only made him sexier.
I was so focused on his hole that I barely noticed his balls moving up and down as he jerked his own cock.
"Don't stop!" he begged.
He was making sounds that were neither groan or moans, but were filled with lust.
I had him sloppy wet.
I sat back on my haunches, and he sat up turning to engulf my cock. He took me in his mouth and almost immediately pulled back, "Jesus! you taste good!"
He was slobbering on my rod and getting me as hard as I had ever been.
I pulled my arms back behind my head, closing my eyes, I focused on his tongue as it ran under my cock and flicking the piss slit to draw more precum. The A/C cut on and the blast of cold air sent me into shivers.
Chris laid back, pulling up his legs again. "Do it, daddy!"
"Just call me Joe."
"Nah, I'm calling you daddy!"
I reached for condom packet, and he said, "I don't need that."
"We really should."
"I'm cool. Are you clean?"
"Clean isn't the right word, but yeah, I'm good."
"Do it bare!"
"We really should u..."
"Fuck me bare!"
"Are you sure? You shou..."
"Just fuck me! Fuck me, daddy!"
I took the lube and oiled up my cock. I took two fingers and pushed some "gun oil" into his hole, stretching gently as I went.
Again, "Fuck me!"
I scooted forward and put my thighs under his ass and back a bit, moving his hole to the right height.
"Push out," I said.
"Put it in me!" he growled.
I lined the helmet of my cock up and pressed forward. He began to exhale, and I could tell he was pushing out. "Do it!" he sneered, "Fuck me!"
This man was possessed by a need to be fucked.
I pushed forward and I could feel his hands reach for my hips and pull me forward.
I thought, "What the fuck?" and leaned into to his hole. I felt my head slip past that ring, and he gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. I paused and let him catch his breathe.
The room was quiet except for some moaning coming from the television.
His eyes popped open, and he gnashed, "Show me how to fuck, Daddy!"
I had about enough of this "Daddy" shit.
I wanted to show this stuf I am no old man.
I pulled out until just the tip was in that bud, and all but fell forward into that hole.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!"
I pulled up onto my toes and began fucking pushups into his hole.
He was making sounds I had never heard before.
"Ugh!... Argh!...Oh!..." again, and again.
We were both lost in the fucking.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Someone banged on the wall! We both froze and then started laughing uncontrollably. I collapsed on his body, not pulling out, but definitely slowing things down. He put both hands on my face and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss. Our giggles were intermingled with tongues and moans.
"You gotta keep it down!" I said.
"Why? They're just jealous."
I laughed as he commanded, "Fuck me!"
"Turn over. Arch your back."
He did as told, and I reentered him, he groaned but it was muffled by the bedding.
I could tell he was fisting his cock while I fucked him.
"You better not come. I want that load!"
He would pump his cock and then stop and then start back.
I was rutting as hard as I could. I needed this nut out of my body.
He said, "I'm so close!"
"Don't you fucking cum!" and I picked up speed.
I began to shake as I do when I cum. I lose my rhythm and it is almost spastic. I could feel the load surging from my balls up into my shaft.
I fell over holding onto his torso for dear life as I unloaded volley after volley of my cum into his bare hole.
"Ugh! Ugh! ugh! ug!" I trailed off.
I was brought back to reality when I heard him moan and could feel him fisting his own cock.
I pushed up, "Turn over!"
He did and I gobbled his whole cock in one swoop. He grabbed my head and began face fucking me. He began to curse loudly, and I could fill my mouth swell with his seed.
It was thick, almost clumpy, and so fucking hot. I swallowed once and it kept cumming.
He finished and I suckled his cock as I coated it with the last of his load. I pulled it all back onto my tongue and lurched forward for a very cummy kiss.
We laid there for quite a while. Eventually, he said, "I have to pee."
"After what we just did, you can say 'piss' around me."
"Funny." And he hopped up, heading to the bathroom.
He didn't shut the door and it sounded like a cow pissing on flat rock.
He reappeared and said matter-of-factly, "I guess I should head out. I have a 9 o'clock class."
"I have an 8 am meeting."
"Cool. You driving me back?"
"How about we get you an Uber?"
"That's cool. You in town much longer?"
"Two more nights."
"Sweet. Maybe we can hit it again."
I called the Uber.
We shared a deep kiss, and he headed home.
I fell asleep nearly as soon as the door shut. But I woke about 3 am thinking about what happened. I put on another movie and jacked myself back to sleep.