I stepped into the bathroom, stripped off my shirt, and took some pics with my phone. My cock was hard with arousal, but it was nowhere close to the size of Sam’s. I uploaded the pictures to the chat and pressed send.
“Do you always shoot such big loads,” I asked.
“That was actually my third load that day, Mike,” Sam answered punctuating it with a laughing emoji.
“See you tomorrow at 8 p.m., Room 403, Intercontinental Hotel,” I wrote back.
“Can’t wait!” Sam answered.
I closed the chat and jacked off to a video of a naked guy on his knees sucking another guy’s cock. I realized I was drunk, so went to sleep so I could work in the morning.
Monday Morning Hangover and Remorse
I woke up Monday morning with a slight headache and a foggy memory of my chat with Sam. I quickly opened my computer and re-read the chat from the prior evening.
“Holy shit,” I thought, “I committed to blow this guy tonight at 8 p.m. I even gave him my hotel name, and room number.”
“Are you crazy?” the voice in my mind screamed, “tell him you were drunk and stop while you’re ahead.”
I was already late for my first day of work and decided I would deal with this later. I showered, got dressed and drove to work.
It was an incredibly busy day at work. I was going non-stop from 7 a.m. until 5 p.m. without a break. I decided I had done enough for the day, and I left the office to get dinner since I missed lunch.
I ordered a couple of martinis at my new favorite bar and just ordered something simple to eat there rather than eating at the Italian restaurant. By 7 p.m., I was a little drunk again, I paid my check and made the walk back to my hotel. I talked to my wife on the phone as I walked back to the hotel.
“You sound exhausted, Mike,” she said, “Why don’t you just get to your room and go to bed.”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do, dear,” I answered, “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
I hung up as I walked into the lobby of the Intercontinental and took the short elevator ride up to my hotel room. I opened my laptop and saw the chat box from the prior night. I remembered that Sam planned on being there at 8 p.m. with the expectation of getting his cock sucked.
I jumped in the shower to rinse off from the non-stop day at work. My cock was becoming erect as I thought about going through with my fantasy from last night.
“It’s not really cheating,” the voice in my mind said, trying to justify what I was about to do, “Sam is a man, and it’s only oral, it’s just one time.”
I put on my hotel robe and made sure all my valuables were safely put away in the closet safe. The hotel room looked like it did when I just arrived. I sat on the couch across from the bed and watched TV while I waited for Sam.
Moment of Truth
At 7:55, there was a knock at my door. I looked out through the peep hole to see a well-built man standing at my door. I opened my door, and he walked in just as a young coupled passed my door and gave us a knowing look.
“Shit, just what I was trying to avoid,” I thought.
Sam hurried inside the room and closed the door behind him. He was a big man, probably 6’6″ and he was well over 200 pounds. He looked like he worked the trades. He held out his large hand and shook mine.
“Hi Mike, I’m Sam,” he said as he shook my hand. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“Hi Sam,” I said, nervously, as I shook his hand.
Sam leaned forward to kiss me, and I pulled back.
“I don’t kiss,” I said, looking down.
“Got it Mike, No Worries,” Sam laughed, “First time, is it?”
“Yes, it is,” I said, laughing myself.
“How did you envision doing this, Mike?” Sam asked. “I want you to get exactly what you visualized.”
“I thought I would just get on my knees, naked, and suck you,” I said looking at his crotch.
“Sexy,” Sam said, as he removed his shirt displaying his hairy chest and big arms. Then he stepped out of his shoes and sat on the bed to remove his socks. He seemed very comfortable with the situation. Clearly, he had lots of experience.
Then Sam stood and undid his belt and fly, when he did, it was clear that he wore no boxers. Sam came ready for action.
His thick cock curved over his low hanging ball sack. It was still soft, and it was already as big as my cock when erect. He had a trimmed bush, and he was circumcised.
“Do you mind if I lie back on the bed and let you go to work, or would you like me to stand over you while you kneel?” Sam asked.
“It turns me on to have you tower over me as I kneel in front of you,” I answered, my voice shaking a little.
“Well, it’s all about you this time,” Sam said, as he stood in front of me and undid my robe.
Sam removed my robe and threw it on the bed. I was now standing naked in front of him and I was fully erect.
“Turn around, Mike,” Sam instructed, “Do you like to get fucked too or do you just suck?”
“I only suck right now,” I answered, kind of shocked at the question.
“You’re going to swallow for me, Mike,” Sam instructed, “I only let guys blow me if they are willing to suck to completion.”
“Ok,” I said, as I felt Sam’s large hands push my shoulders down helping me get on my knees.
Turnaround Artist Becomes Cocksucker
Sam’s large cock was now fully erect. It was every bit of 7.5 inches, and it was twice as thick as my cock. I opened my mouth and took just the head inside. The aroma aroused me more than I have been in a long time. I loved the sensation of the hard sponginess as I sucked on the end of Sam’s cock for the first time.
“That’s right cocksucker,” Sam said, “take me in your mouth, boy.”
Sam’s words struck a nerve in my brain. I liked the way he talked to me as I had his cock in my virgin mouth. I started to do what I remember I liked when my wife blew me. I started bobbing on Sam’s cock taking a little more each time. I reached down and started stroking my own cock.
“Good boy. Stroke that little cock of yours while you suck on Daddy’s big dick,” Sam growled, “You suck good dick for a first timer.”
I took more of Sam’s thick cock. My mouth was open as wide as my jaws allowed and I felt his head hitting the back of my throat.
“Deeper boy, let me into that throat so I can hear you gag,” Sam moaned.
I took Sam as deeply as I could. As his thick head entered my throat, I pulled off coughing. Sam’s hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down on his cock.
“That’s right, boy. Gag on my fat hog,” Sam was not as friendly as our initial chat indicated.
Both of his huge hands were on either side of my head. He started pumping my head with his thick tool.
“Here comes your reward, boy,” Sam shouted as I felt his first shot of cum fill my mouth.
I remembered the picture Sam sent last night of the giant pool of cum his balls generated. Now I was going to try to swallow that geyser. Sam continued shooting his load for what seemed like two minutes. I swallowed as fast as I could but his cum leaked from the sides of my mouth and ran down my neck. Sam pulled out and fired the last of his semen all over my face.
“Facials are always hot,” Sam laughed, “Guy’s usually can’t swallow it all anyway, so I like to paint their face at the end for kicks.”