“Cool. That’s me. Come on in. Leave the door open, at least for now if that’s OK with you.” He came in, naked except for the towel around his waist. He was a white guy, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. He had the body of an ex-jock who hadn’t been to the gym in a while — broad shoulders, muscles on his chest and arms, but with a bit of a belly and without the definition that he probably had a few years ago. He had some hair on his chest, arms and legs, but not that much. He was wearing a wedding ring. I wondered where he had told his wife he was going this morning.
I stood up and took the dildo out of me. I pretended I was embarrassed to have been caught using it. “Sorry about that. I was just, um, warming up.” I winked at him.
I invited him to sit on the bed. He was definitely nervous. I reminded myself to try to take it easy and not freak him out. I wanted his cock and cum for my own deviant desires. But I also wanted to give my partners a comfortable but intense pleasurable and memorable experience.
“Have you been here before?” He said that he had not, but that he had been to adult bookstores before. I asked him if there was something that he liked to do or something he wanted to do.
“I’ve had guys suck me at the bookstores. I like that.” I told him I would be happy to suck him. He stood up and took off his towel, putting it on the bed. Unlike the “big rooms” my room didn’t have much floor space. From where he was standing, he could reach the buttons to control the channel selection on the TV. I knelt on the floor in front of him, letting him look at the TV over my head. I told him he could pick whatever he wanted to watch. He said what I had on was good. It was a 1970’s era gay porn. A guy with a huge, uncut cock was fucking another guy who was bent over the hood of a car.
He might have been nervous, but his cock wasn’t shy. He had the untrimmed pubic hair of a “straight” guy, but his cock was very impressive. He was circumcised, with his cock already thick and meaty but still dangling between his legs rather than fully erect. He looked like he would have an impressive cock when he was fully hard.
I started slowly. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and then teased the underside where his head met the shaft. I licked up and down the shaft to get some saliva on it and then took him further in my mouth. I let the head of his cock slide past my tonsils, knowing it would trigger my gag reflex. I was prepared and fought off the gag reflex by flexing my abdominal muscles as hard as I could. I got my desired result — my mouth instantly filled with slippery saliva. I assumed that was an evolutionary trait designed to keep people from choking on food or whatever. It was also super useful if you wanted to deep throat a long, thick cock.
And this guy was already thick and getting longer by the minute. I paused for a moment and sniffed my poppers and then took him down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were on my chin. I moved my head and body so that he would slide in and out of my throat until I ran out of air and had to pull back to take a breath.
Now his cock was very hard. It had to be seven and a half inches or more. It was thick enough that I could just fit it down my throat. I looked up at him. He was watching the porn, not looking at me.
“Have you done poppers?” He said he had a few times a few times. I passed them to him and swallowed his cock again. I could hear him sniffing from the bottle above my head and I deep-throated his whole cock again, wanting to time him feeling of his cock all the way inside my throat with the horny rush from the poppers.
He groaned and started moving his hips and sliding himself in and out of my mouth. I put my hands lightly on his hips, not pushing or pulling him, just letting know that he could move however felt better to him.
At that point, I thought that he would enjoy my oral worship of his cock as long as he could hold out and then shoot a big load of cum in my mouth for me to swallow. But he had a surprise in store for me.
He stopped moving.
“Your uh message on the chalk board said that you like to fuck.”
“That’s right. Have you fucked a man before?”
To my surprise he nodded. “A couple of times, at the bookstore.”
“I would love to feel this” I wrapped my hand around his cock “Inside me.” He nodded again. I put some lube on my asshole and handed the bottle to him. I wondered if he would mention condoms. To my surprise, he did not.
I got on my knees on the bed, presenting my ass to him. He surprised me again. He was able to quickly and accurately line his cock up with my opening and slide the first couple of inches inside me. I smiled to myself. Maybe this guy was pretending to be more of a neophyte to gay sex than he actually was. He had certainly put his cock in me like an experienced top.
I sniffed the poppers multiple times with each nostril and then handed them back to him. I braced myself on the bed. He paused as he hit the poppers and then he started fucking me with impressive rhythm and power.
“That feels good. Your cock is really big.” I gave him a friendly squeeze, and he gave a little gasp. I gave him two more squeezes so that he knew I was doing that on purpose. I realized that I should have known that he wasn’t that much of a shy newbie when he was willing to let me suck him and then fuck me with the door to the room open.
I held myself in place and let him fuck me as he pleased. He varied his pace and the angle he was fucking me from a couple of different times. I was about to offer him a different position if he wanted, but he started fucking me with that purposeful way that I knew meant that he was ready to cum. I squeezed him on each stroke as he pulled out.
“I’m getting close. Do you want me to pull out?”
“Definitely not.” I pushed my ass back at him and clamped my ass on his cock. He grunted a couple of times and then let out a long, soft groan. I felt his shaft suddenly start sliding much easier in and out of me and I knew that it was being lubricated by his cum. I let him drain his balls in me. He slowed, then stopped moving. He stayed still for a moment and then slowly withdrew his cock. I got off the bed and licked his cock and sucked him clean.
“Thanks. That was awesome.” He left without saying anything else. I could feel his cum dripping out of me as I sat back on the bed. There were two more guys in my doorway. I smiled at them.
“How long where you there?”
“Since he started to fuck you.” One of the guys said.
“A little bit after that.” Said the other guy.
“Did you see my note on the chalkboard or were you just walking by?” Not that it really mattered, because they were here now, but I wanted to try to get an idea of how effective an “ad” on the chalkboard could be. They both said they had both seen the chalkboard.
“Well then.” I smiled “What can we do for each other then?” I invited them inside. The first guy, who had been at the door longer, was probably in his 30s, no wedding ring, slender build but with definition in his arms, shoulders, chest, and abs. He had a noticeable bulge under his towel. The second guy was older, probably in his late 40s. He was wearing a wedding ring. He had a decent beer belly, but a decent tan. He looked like he was probably working out but also liked to eat good food and have some drinks. I couldn’t get a hint of what he might have going on beneath his towel.