Only 12 words were spoken by him during the 10 or 15 minutes we spent together. "I can if you put it in my back in my mouth."
This was hotel head at it's best. Hotel head like it's supposed to be. Perhaps the world is not headed to hell after all.
I answered this post:
He sent me his hotel and room number right away.
I jumped in the shower, got ready and left the house in a record 10 minutes. I sent him a message while on the way, and he told me the door would be cracked open.
I found room 1422, and it was indeed held open with the do not disturb sign.
I pushed the door open, and let the door close behind me. In front of me, at the foot of the messy bed, was a guy in cago shorts and t-shirt on his knees, kneeling on a hotel blanket.
I said nothing and didn't even allow my eyes to adjust to the light. I stepped up to him and waited. He knew what to do, and I let him do it. He undid my pants, pushed them down and fondled my cock through my boxers.
He then fished out my growing chubby through the fly and put it into his mouth. I soon swelled to full mast, and put and end to this nonsense, and pulled down my underwear and freed on leg from the tangle of pants hobbling my feet.
When things were feelign all nicey-goody, I sad on the bed, and let the cock sucker to all the work. The entire time, his fat cock was out of his fly, and he was often tugging on it.
The blowjob was good, and it helped to look down, and see the one angry eye of his big penis looking back at me. I imagined it growing purple, then spitting out white gobs of cum. Fueled with this fantasy and the visual of the long blond haird cock sucker going to town on me, culminated in the inevitable, me squirting my wad into my anxious hotel cock sucker.
He gagged a little, and spit my wad onto the blanket (or was it a towel?) under his knees at the foot of my bed, then he went right back to sucking me. He did this once more, spitting out the gob of cum onto the towel, then back to sucking.
When it was over, his hard dick was still in his hand.
"Are you going to cum? I asked, secretly wishing to witness in real life what I had just fantasized about.
"I can if you put it in my back in my mouth." he said, and with that, I put my sensative cock back in the cock suckers mouth, while he furiously pounded his dick for another minute or two. Unfortunately, his small, almost unobservable load was no match compared to the grunts and groans he was uttering.
I put on my boxers, then shorts, donned my flip flops and bailed, offering him to contact me if he should find himself in Salt Lake again.
He said nothing, nor did he respond to my last e-mail.
But, it was no muss, no fuss hotel head, with two men, giving and getting exactly what they were looking for.
This was hotel head at it's best. Hotel head like it's supposed to be. Perhaps the world is not headed to hell after all.
I answered this post:
HEAD 4 DL/STR8 - M4M - 43 (SLC DWNTWN HOTEL)
Bi here, perfect for local DL men or on business passing thru. Deep anon hotel throat. Stop by, nut a load and split, no BS. Masc, gl, bi guy here. Please be a real man and send all stats and cock pic in first email, and be Neg/clean. Today 10a-12p only. Plz be ready and serious.
He sent me his hotel and room number right away.
I jumped in the shower, got ready and left the house in a record 10 minutes. I sent him a message while on the way, and he told me the door would be cracked open.
I found room 1422, and it was indeed held open with the do not disturb sign.
I pushed the door open, and let the door close behind me. In front of me, at the foot of the messy bed, was a guy in cago shorts and t-shirt on his knees, kneeling on a hotel blanket.
I said nothing and didn't even allow my eyes to adjust to the light. I stepped up to him and waited. He knew what to do, and I let him do it. He undid my pants, pushed them down and fondled my cock through my boxers.
He then fished out my growing chubby through the fly and put it into his mouth. I soon swelled to full mast, and put and end to this nonsense, and pulled down my underwear and freed on leg from the tangle of pants hobbling my feet.
When things were feelign all nicey-goody, I sad on the bed, and let the cock sucker to all the work. The entire time, his fat cock was out of his fly, and he was often tugging on it.
The blowjob was good, and it helped to look down, and see the one angry eye of his big penis looking back at me. I imagined it growing purple, then spitting out white gobs of cum. Fueled with this fantasy and the visual of the long blond haird cock sucker going to town on me, culminated in the inevitable, me squirting my wad into my anxious hotel cock sucker.
He gagged a little, and spit my wad onto the blanket (or was it a towel?) under his knees at the foot of my bed, then he went right back to sucking me. He did this once more, spitting out the gob of cum onto the towel, then back to sucking.
When it was over, his hard dick was still in his hand.
"Are you going to cum? I asked, secretly wishing to witness in real life what I had just fantasized about.
"I can if you put it in my back in my mouth." he said, and with that, I put my sensative cock back in the cock suckers mouth, while he furiously pounded his dick for another minute or two. Unfortunately, his small, almost unobservable load was no match compared to the grunts and groans he was uttering.
I put on my boxers, then shorts, donned my flip flops and bailed, offering him to contact me if he should find himself in Salt Lake again.
He said nothing, nor did he respond to my last e-mail.
But, it was no muss, no fuss hotel head, with two men, giving and getting exactly what they were looking for.
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