Part III Me and Rick III The usual rules apply. Email me if you have comments or criticisms or whatever.
The Tuesday meeting with Rick fell through and I was feeling horny and frustrated. Then an email appeared from Steve, although I didn't know that was his name (of course actually that wasn't his name) then. I had corresponded with him back and forth a bit after I posted a Craigslist advert back in the fall looking for a guy to be a third in a threesome with me and my other married friend. That guy is convenience. He finds the hotel room, takes care of everything, but unfortunately, although I don't have any trouble getting hard, and fucking his brains out, and although I love the way he buries his tongue in my ass, I just can't get turned on to him. Maybe because he wants me to treat him like a woman. Sometimes I humor him, and tell him I love his cunt and that he's a hot pussy. But really it kind of turns me off. Anyway, Steve was one of the guys who responded to the post. Turns out, he's from out of town and comes here now and then on business. Hadn't worked out before with our schedules. Now an email popped up. He'd be in town on Thursday. "What about my buddy?" I had to tell him my married friend had disappeared for a while. Seems like his life has gotten complicated and he's gotten guilty, as we married guys do get. Or maybe he just got tired of being used. Who knows. Fortunately, Steve didn't seem to mind a twosome. We made an arrangement to meet after he arrived. I gave him my cell number and told him to text me when his plane landed. Like clockwork the text arrived. I was still in some meeting and had to quickly make my excuses. Amusing how a hard dick leads you to blow off work. I fumble with the phone, realize I've missed a text, can't seem to respond. Finally, just call the guy. Good move. In no time, we've got a plan. I'm in my car, on the freeway, heading for one of non-descript chain places that are springing up. This one very new and quite nice. Nice room. Certainly a step up from what Rick and I usually have--but then again Steve isn't paying for it and neither am I.
Driving over, my stomach is in knots, as it always is when I'm doing this. Walking through the lobby, I figure everyone knows that I'm about to do some fucking. But of course that's the last thing they think. I knock on the room door, the queasy feeling still there. "Maybe I should just turn around?" But I've already knocked. It seems like a long time. Wrong room? Some scam? Actually the room number is 420 which made me pause.... But then the door opens.
There's Steve. Distinguished looking guy, with that care of grooming that marks out gay men in my mind and which I certainly don't have. Can't exactly figure the age. Gray hair, but he's got hair. Maybe late 50s? mid? Even 60. Very trim. Good skin. Clean shaven. He's got on jeans, and a long sleeve button down shirt, with buttons undone. He's got on a wife beater underneath that hugs a nice body, but maybe not quite nice enough for this tee shirt. A bit soft. But he's got some muscles too. He's already got his running shoes off.
It's awkward. I'm wondering, "does he find me disappointing." I find him quite hot, but maybe a little bit too smooth. He seems very tentative. "Maybe he's having second thoughts?" I'm always nervous. I approach him. We're both standing by the end of the bed. When I look back on it I see, of course, that he's one of these guys who wants me to take charge. Likes a little bit of domination. But I'm not good at sensing those things. "What do you say?"
I didn't know how to answer. Should we have some conversation, although there doesn't seem much point to it. I move closer and rest my fingers on this chest.
He grabs my crotch. I stroke him but he doesn't seem to reciprocate. I lean in for kisses but he doesn't respond to that either. Well, that's not so unusual. There are these bi guys, I used to be one of them, who found kissing much too intimate. I could maybe get there after a while but not at first.
I get a bit more aggressive. That seems to work. We start to strip. He takes his shirt off. Now he's in his wife beater. I rub his arms and chest with my hands. Not soft, but hard. The more forceful I become, the more he gets into it.
I unbutton my shirt. We're facing each other at the side of the bed. I pull it off. "mmm," I hear him say.
I roughly push him back on the bed. I pin him down and start kissing him. "oh, oh," I hear that sound. This guy is really into kissing it turns out. I have my hands on the side of my head with my full body on top of his. He likes that I can tell, but the way he pushes his crotch into me. I bury my tongue in his mouth and he's pushing back with me. Tongue wrestling. I'm sucking on his lower lip. Down on his neck. With Rick we always have to be worried about marks: puffy lips, red nipples, marks on the neck.
I push the bottom of his shirt up into his face and begin to tongue and chew his nipples. Now he's starting to really heat up. I hear him moan, "yes, baby." Later he tells me that he was worried when I came in that I wasn't interested. That I was passive. Now he's surprised to see that I'm aggressive lover. But he likes it. I pull his wife beater off. Then he pulls off his pants. He's wearing boxers. That a turn on for me. He's getting hard I can tell. When we first traded email, he claimed to have 7 inches. I don't really care, but now I'm going to get to see.
I undress to my boxers. I take my socks off . He takes his off.
I push him back on the bed again. I'm on top of him. "You like that?," I ask.
"oh yes." He's sucking in air now. We're kissing again. I jab my tongue in again. And then we just move into some really intense, passionate making out. I am starting to sweat making a lube between our bodies. We're still in the boxers, rubbing our crotches together. More tonguing. More intense kissing. I grind into him. "You like that?"
"Oh god, yes."
I pause, "What's your name?"
"Steve." He answers. He doesn't' ask mine.
He pulls his boxers off. His cock is half hard. It doesn't look that big. I grab it and start to massage it. He gets hard in an instant. Pretty thick, but seems smaller than 7 inches. But it turns out it's not done growing yet. I get between his legs and begin to lick and suck and suck him. First I go after his balls, lightly licking them then taking each one in my mouth and swirling it around. I go back to licking. I run my hands lightly over them. Then I work up to his dick. I lick slowly up the shaft, and around the nice head. He's got one of those dicks that slopes toward a point from a thicker base. I swallow him. Jesus this tastes good. But he doesn't reciprocate. That is weird to me, but eventually I'll get the hang of it. He needs orders. But then I'm not sure. Is this some guy who just wants me to suck him off? I'm pretty sure he called himself a bottom.
I push my boxers down and dick them off. I'm rock hard, with my reddish bush. He takes it in. "Nice." I hear him say. But he makes no move. I have to say.
"lick my balls." Then I have to straddle his chest and put my cock in his mouth. He's a demon cock sucker it turns out. Back and forth we go, mixing up the licking and sucking with some 69.
I grab his ass and kneed it. He doesn't really respond. We kiss again, deep and hot. He licks my nipples. The intensity is building. I'm sweating more. I sit back and look at him.
"Nice body."
"Thanks."
"You work out?"
"I try to every day." It's obvious paid off. For a guy his age he's in great shape, but than me. Lightly muscled. No gut. I tend to put on a bit of fat in my chest and in my gut. My skin is starting to hand a little on my arms. He's nice and tight. But he's still got a softness to him. Largely hairless. He never says. "You've got a nice body too." I don't think he wants to talk. Funny because from the bits and pieces it's clear that he's a professional too and probably highly educated.
We go back to grinding. I get his ass cheeks in my hands and work them. This seems to turn him on.I pull the cheeks apart and push a finger in his hole. "mmmmmmm." The signal is clear. I'm going to be fucking this guy. Soon.
I go back on my knees, lean back and grab his legs. I push them back against his chest and open up his cheeks and admire his nice, hairless ass.
"Do you want my cock inside you."
He shakes his head. I say, "That's not good enough. You need to ASK for it. You need to BEG." He laughs a bit, but he's turned on.
But he's still the responsible professional man. "want it. I want it. I want you to put a condom on right now and fuck me." It's going to be safe sex. Of course, that's all I would do anyway. I guess.
I get up. He looks at me expectantly. He's got a pleading look in his eyes. I get the condom and lube. "You're prepared," he says. He sounds relieved. He's panting a bit.
He gets on the edge oft he bed, and puts his ass in the air. He wants me doggy style.
I push my cock up against his hole. I love to watch how the cock head pushes and then pops in. I push him forward a bit on the bed. I get on my hands and knees too and get up a bit higher. Real life isn't porn. It can sometimes take some work to get inside a guy. I'm on one knee and up on my foot with the other leg, I push my cock with my hand up against his hole. I push with my hips. It pops in. God it feels good. He gasps, and tenses his body. But he's done this before. Often. My cock slides right in.
I push him flat down on the bed. I love that feeling of my cock deep in an ass with the guy flat out and my body pasted to his. I corkscrew with my cock. He pushes up and back with his ass, but I don't hear much from him, except heavy breathing. In that first minute or so when I'm washed over with pleasure and I can feel those sensations flashing from my cock, deep inside a guys ass, to every point on my body. That's when I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming. Go very slow. Stay all the way buried and just rock back and forth. Minimize friction. Sometimes I find I have to pull all the way out and take a quick breather. Or maybe just leave the head in. The air on my shaft and on my balls, takes down the intensity. If I didn't always have to be doing this on the run, I'd try to just cumming and see what it feels like. And then rest and have another go. But if you want to make it last, you have to last.
I pull out now. "Get on your back," I say roughly. No please. I know he likes order. He quickly rolls over and throws his legs up in the air. "Fuck me, fuck me." I put his legs up on my shoulders. I slide my cock in. I love it this way. I lean into him and let him wrap his legs around my back. I'm sweating. Drops of sweat from my forehead fall into his mouth. He laps at them with his tongue. I jab into his mouth with my tongue. We kiss like mad men, all the while my cock grinding into him. I bend back, sitting on my feet, my cock inside him. I stroke his rock hard dick. I head him moaning. Then I'm back on top of him.
I roll him on his side, keeping my dick deep inside. Then I pull out. Time for a quick break. I can wipe my face. I'm breathing heavily. He says, "don't stop, fuck me."
"Don't worry," I say. We've been going at it now for maybe 20 minutes. It's a fantastic fuck. I ask him, "How do you like it best. What feels best for you?" My bottoming experience is limited and I wonder about that. I get off on really giving the other guy pleasure. If I can make him whimper or moan. Fuck, that is the greatest for me.
Without hesitation, it's "Doggy." I aim to please.
I get him up on all fours and begin to toy with his hole. First with my fingers and then with the head of my cock. Then I slam it in. He gasps in pleasure. "Jesus." But I can also tell he's starting to get tired. So am I.
Each time there's been a shift, he says, "did you cum." "No," I answer. "You'll know." Now with him up on all fours, I'm slamming in and out. At first I'm close, but then I get to that place where I could just go on and on. He's relaxed and loose. There's not that much friction.
"Did you come?"
"Did you?"
"No."
"Is it time?" I ask him.
"I'm ready," he answers.
I start to work him but I'm getting tired. I pull him on his side. I tell him I'm never going to cum. I'm just going to stay inside him for hours. I think that's making him worried, even though I'm joking.
I roughly push him on his back. I grab his legs and spread them. And thrust inside. "Oh, oh."
I feel my cum beginning to build. I'm thrusting like crazy. I cum, sweating, and gasping and "oh godding."
I fall over on my back. He starts to jerk himself. I play with his balls. Quickly he cums.
We catch our breath. Talk a little. I find out a bit about what he's doing here. I ask if I can shower. "Sure," but a bit reluctantly.
In the bathroom, trashcan, I notice the bag check sticker, and his name. I register it. It's not Steve.
I come out of the bath room. He's sitting at his desk, naked, his soft cock resting between his legs. I wish I wanted to go over there and put it in my mouth and suck him. I'm thinking that as I look at him, but I don't feel that desire. And he probably doesn't either. Post fuck, he doesn's look so buff. He's older. He's finished a workout. The skin is sagging a bit. He's been fucked well and good.
I prolong the chat. Then I say, "but you're really just sitting there thinking, `isn't this guy ever going to leave?'" He laughs. I've got it exactly right. I'm getting dressed. I'm not usually in the mood, but guys I fuck usually think a goodbye kiss, not very passionate, is required. Not Steve. He just stays in his chair. And I leave.
Of course as soon as I get home I get on the internet and I put together his name with one or two things he said about his work and in seconds google has produced him--I even have a picture, unfortunately with his clothes on. A minute later and I've seen his facebook page. A couple more pages and I know quite a bit.
I send him an email later on. Don't tell him any of that of course, but tell him to contact me again if he's back in town. He does answer. Non committally. But then that fits. If he didn't want to leave that door open, he wouldn't have responded at all.