I emailed:
Hi sir,
Would love to come to you, drop to my knees in the dark and suck your cock.
I love to swallow!
I also like being called names if that turns you in.
Once sent, I kept my Gmail open so I could see any responses, the excitement of sucking another cock and receiving the load of cum I was still craving and was had been denied earlier driving me.
A few minutes later he responded with the hotel and a rush went up my spine. It was the same hotel I was staying at…that had never happened before.
I quickly responded, wanting to look eager and hoping to have his cock in my mouth ASAP.
Hi sir,
I’m very close by.
I can be there ASAP!!
What room number?
Apparently he was as eager to get sucked as I was to suck as he responded seconds later.
Come now!
Room 721
I texted back:
Be there in ten.
He was two floors above me and I could have been there in two, but I didn’t want to look like I was in the same hotel already.
The cum was dried on my face now, as I looked in the mirror. It was only obvious if you were looking for it.
I took the stairs, not wanting to end up on an elevator with someone who may notice the cum, then waited a couple of minutes before walking to the door that was slightly ajar.
I entered the dark room and saw a pillow on the floor. This man was a gentleman. He walked to me, looking to be rather built, as I lowered myself on my knees.
When he was standing directly in front of me, I tugged his sweats down, he wasn’t wearing underwear and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth.
As always, I was in awe with the difference in cocks. Like snowflakes, no two are ever alike. Unlike, the teenager, this one was a lot smaller in length, but thicker. It stretched my mouth, but because it was only five inches or so, it was easy to swallow whole.
He groaned as I began slowly bobbing on his quickly fully erect cock.
Sometimes I like to start slow, savour the cock in my mouth for a while before shifting to eager cocksucking, but this time I needed a load and I needed it now.
I bobbed back and forth, deep throating his cock with each forward bob.
His breathing got heavy rather quickly and he warned in under two minutes, “I’m going to come.”
Like a good cocksucker, I continued bobbing at the same eager pace, as eager to swallow his load as he was to shoot it.
A few bobs later, I finally received the delicious load of cum I had been craving all night. I swallowed every drop and was thankful it was a big salty load.
He groaned, obviously not used to having someone swallowing, “Sooo good.”
I continued to slowly bob back and forth, both because I loved the feeling of a cock in my mouth and because I wanted to extract every last drop of his seed.
Finally, I allowed his cock to leave my mouth and I said, like I usually did after servicing a stranger, “Thank you.” It seemed absurd to thank someone for coming down my throat, but I was thankful.
He whispered, “No, thank you.”
I stood up and walked out, his cum aftertaste lingering. I returned to my room and, like the addict I was, I immediately checked my email hoping for a response from the teenager.
There wasn’t one, which again sent a wave of disappointment through me. Usually, getting a load in me was enough to satisfy my hunger, but the possibility of that dominant teenager using me again somehow kept me starving.
I glanced at the clock, starting to get tired, the three hour flight and time change beginning to catch up to me.
I went and brushed my teeth again and when I returned to my bed I saw I had a new message…from him.
Cocksucker,
A buddy of mine could use a mouth to deposit a load.
Do you want me to send him over?
Although this was crazy, a stranger I sucked offering my mouth to others, I still was hungry for more. Plus, I assumed he would be young too which only enhanced my eagerness.
I replied:
Hi sir,
Please send him over if he is of legal age.
A minute later, he replied:
Cocksucker,
I assumed that would be the answer. That is why I already told him your room number. He should be there any minute.
P.S.: I believe he is bringing a female friend to watch.
I stared in paralysis at the email. First at his assumption, but more so at the reality another stranger was on his way over and bringing a girl to watch.
This had officially gotten out of hand. Yes, I wanted another cock in my mouth; yes, I wanted another load down my throat; no, I didn’t want someone watching.
Before I had any time to consider my serious predicament there was a knock at the door.
I considered pretending I wasn’t in, yet the reality was my mouth was watering already and my addiction to cocksucking was again controlling me.
I stood up, shut off the lights, leaving the television on and went to the door.
I peeked through the hole and saw a young man there with a redheaded female who was very cute. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
“Are you the cocksucker?” The stranger asked, still in the hallway.
I nodded, shame burning through me at a high school girl witnessing this gay act.
“Are you going to blow me in the hallway or let us in?” The teenager asked.
I asked, “Are you both eighteen?”
“Yep,” he said.
The girl added with a giggle, “As of a few days ago.”
“Come in,” I said, as the elevator dinged implying others were about to witness my humiliation.
They followed me in and she closed the door. She asked, “So you really like sucking high school boys’ cock?”
I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I really had no answer to the question.
“Knees, cocksucker,” the guy said.
Wanting the humiliation to end, yet undeniably hungry for more cock, I wordlessly walked to him and dropped to my knees
“Zack said you were an eager faggot,” he laughed as he pulled his already hard cock out.
It was smaller in length, under six inches, but wider in girth than the dominant teen, whose name I finally learned was Zack.
Trying to forget I had an audience, I opened up and took the cock in my mouth and began bobbing hungrily, praying this would be another quick deposit.
He groaned, “That’s it old man, show my girlfriend how to really suck cock.”
The girl protested, “I don’t mind sucking cock, I just don’t want you coming in my mouth.”
“Carrie here says cum tastes disgusting, is that true?” He asked, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could answer.
Already perceived as a complete cocksucker I admitted, “No, I love the taste.”
“You want to swallow my cum?” He asked.
“Yes,” I nodded, staring at his cock, craving what I knew it could give me.
He slid his cock back in my mouth and I continued bobbing hungrily, for some strange reason, to show Carrie how a real cocksucker sucks. It was ludicrous, but I wanted to please him, to be better than his pretty girlfriend.
“Fuck Carrie, he’s taking it all in his mouth,” he said, likely something she didn’t do.
“He’s really going to town,” she replied, her voice so close to me now I assumed she was right beside me.
I continued my fast paced bobbing, wanting to taste his cum, wanting this awkwardness to end, yet also turned on at being better than his girlfriend.
Suddenly, I felt hands on my head and she ordered, “Fuck the faggot’s face.”