We're almost belly to belly, his face five inches below mine, looking up. "I bet you're pretty popular here tonight. Do you live here in Atlanta?"
Now I laugh a genuine hearty laugh. "Hell, I haven't been able to hit for shit tonight." Can't get anything... so far." The ice is broken for me now. I feel safe. I feel at home. "Yeah, lived here most of my life."
We're not saying anything, just looking into each other's face. Seconds pass. His face comes up, so mine goes down to meet. Our lips brush lightly, so lightly, and it's a little like a Tesla coil. Break. Again with a little more pressure. He pulls on both nips now and twists a little bit. I feel it in my cunt and moan. My hand goes down to rub that impressive bulge. He laughs and opens the towel in the front and I get a handful of hard thick dick meat. He leans the naked hard thick wad against my body. I'm wearing only faggy little tight purple briefs that I hope make my ass look good, I mean real good. My stance deliberately widens.
"Is this your room?" says he.
Hell yeah it's my room. Wish you'd push me in. "Yeah, you uh... wanna come in?" And damn if he's not already pushing me in and closing the door. No force, Sweet, gentle, but I know he's ready to take charge.
We stand and kiss. Light. Then deeper. He sets the pace and I follow. Shit, this guy knows how to kiss. We're on the same wavelength, he pushing his tongue into me, me letting it fill me. He's discarded his towel. I'm still in my faggy purple briefs. Seems a little backward; I'd rather be nekkid with him still clothed, but it is what it is. Be nice if he would strip me, but as an act of submission I sit on the bed and take off my little panties myself, and that feels fine. While seated I get a good look at the dick I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get and feel my sleaze index rising. Damn rude-looking tool, thick and just the right length for comfort with a big ol' fleshy well-padded head. Fuck, I'm almost cummin' already. I look up at him, all submissive and vulnerable. He looks down at me. We're nothin' but smiles, his of the predator, mine of the prey. And we're both completely invested in this thing.
"Lie back" as he tosses me backward on the bed. Now I'm glad I paid extra for the large room with double bed. My legs spraddle as I fall back.
He's lying beside me propped up on his left elbow, me on my back, legs apart. His right hand plays my frontside - my pecs-nips-belly-groin. He doesn't neglect my hard little dick and my balls, gives 'em a light rubdown. His face comes down to mine for soft teasing kissing in between brief idle conversational banter, mostly his; I'm a quiet guy if you haven't already figured that out. What's your name, what do you do, etc. Blah, blah, blah. Hey, he's actually an elementary school principal; I was close. His hand wanders beyond my balls and rubs that area before you get to my hole that nobody has ever come up with a good name for, and for a few seconds I'm like a nuclear reactor near meltdown. My legs instinctively go wider. Me, I'm just rhythmically squeezing his hard dick meat, shaft and head. Feels like it's about to explode.
More kisses. Getting lost in this man's kisses. He pulls my legs even wider apart. I keep allowing them to close together a little bit 'cause I love it when he pulls 'em back apart again. He's found my pre-lubed asshole. Soft, deep chasm with sexy labia-like lips. My prostate (why the hell isn't there a good slang word for my prostate?) has about doubled in size and tripled in sensitivity with him teasing around and just inside my ass-rim with his fingers.
We're both flushed and breathing heavy. I'm trembling with excitement but tryin' not to show it. There's a barely-restrained animal somewhere in the room. Not sure where, but we smell it, feel its hot breath, hear its low guttural growl.
We look at each other and laugh, trying to break the heat wave a little bit, but it's impossible; we're already way too far down in the tropics.
Him, serious as hell: Man-I-gotta-do-this. Me: Hell-yeah-you-gotta-do-it-now.
And presto. he's up on his knees between my split. He pushes my muscle-y legs over my head like they're paper. He takes a few seconds to admire what he's about to fuck, then leans forward and his submarine dick sinks into my soft wet easy mancunt, just plunges forward and in, no manual guidance required. That squishy moist sound of a man's hole being plundered by a welcome fuckpole.
When that thick head rakes across my prostate and lodges deep up at the north end of my cunt, I lose it and convulse in a monster 45-second asshole mega-orgasm. OH GOD OH FUCKING GOD FUCKING GOD FUCKING JESUS HOLY FUCKING VIRGIN MARY FUCKING SAINTS FUCKING VIVID VISIONS OF FUCKED HOLE STRETCHED WIDE HOLD THAT FUCKING WAVE AND RIDE IT RIDE IT RIDE IT RIDE IT RIDE IT RIDE IT RIDE IT DOWN, ride it down, down, down, d o w n... down. Down. Down.
Him: Damn. You good?
Me: Goddamn right I'm good. Slap that dick to me, 'cause I got about fifty more of those. (My voice is sounding like Linda Blair in The fucking Exorcist.)
