The door opened. My eyes popped wide open. I couldn't believe what I saw. Before me was a man in his late 20's, wearing shorts, a t-shirt and a ball cap. The shorts were tight around the thighs. He clearly hadn't missed leg day. He had thick forearms and biceps, one arm tattooed with a sleeve. H was big but not ripped. He had a handsome face and at that moment, flaming red cheeks. We shook hands, said hello, then sat down on the couch together. We both admitted how nervous we were, and how we'd both almost backed out several times. There we were, alone in a hotel room, with the TV low in the background. Hands reached out to each other in silence. I couldn't believe what was happening as my hand found something substantial in his shorts. Clothing was peeled off quickly, and we sat back down. Playing various sports, I'd been around and beside naked men more times than I could remember, and had felt nothing. This time was different. I took his warm meaty cock in my hand. It was beautiful. It was cut, close to 8", and very, very thick. It felt so good stroking that lovely cock as he stroked me in return.
My body couldn't match his, but he was clearly in to me as well. I'm average height, decent shape and strong enough for my age. I'm not grey yet and look younger than I am. My freshly shaved cock is only 6.5" at it's best, but he seemed to happy with it. We stroked each other, moaning lightly. With my free hand I caressed his arms and lightly hairy chest. He was my fantasy masculine man. His moaning became a little louder as I sucked and nibbled his nipple, then kissed down his chest and stomach. He seemed to know what was coming and slid forward, opening his legs a little. Kneeling in front, I held his cock in front of my face until I couldn't wait any longer and gently sucked the head into my mouth. I slowly swallowed as much of that beautiful cock as I could take. I slid all the way down to the thick base, and back up, kissing, sucking and licking before starting all over again. I worked slowly at first, then faster and faster, devouring his warm, hard cock while my hands caressed his muscular thighs. I slipped under to suck his balls in, one by one, rolling them in my mouth while I stroked him. I licked even further down underneath them, and heard his moans of approval.
We decided to move to the bed in the other room of the suite. My mind was on fire, watching his strong body as he walked, both of us naked and hard. We slid in to a 69 position, and I felt my warm body on his. My brain couldn't quite comprehend what it was seeing when I looked down and saw my cock sliding in and out of the mouth of what looked like a power lifter, or a football player. My cock felt wonderful in his mouth. I was so incredibly turned on with the girth of his cock again filling my mouth, while his soft tongue caressing mine. We writhed and moaned on the sheets, both of us living our own fantasy.
I could feel I was getting close, but he wasn't quite there, and I didn't want to cum just yet. I asked him to get on all fours. My passion overtook me, and before I knew what I was doing, my tongue was exploring between his muscular cheeks. He moaned, arching his back while I gently pushed my tongue in and stroked him from behind. I slipped down to suck his cock, which was now pushed back between his thighs. His moans became louder and longer. I tasted a hint of saltiness in my mouth, and I knew the time was getting close. We moved back to our 69 position, both of us moving against each other and thrusting as we sucked. I felt it first. When I told him I was going to cum, he sucked faster and harder. Overcome by pleasure, I started. He pulled away at the last second, ropes of spray covering his face. I'd surprised him with the strength of my orgasm, but he was still hot for his own climax, and urged me back on his cock. He lay on his back while I sucked like my life depended on it, faster and harder each time. I could feel his cock tensing and pulsing, holding back the flood as long as possible. The moans increased in volume, and he told me it was time. I too waited for the first shot, then closed my mouth to take what was coming for me. He came and came, over and over, until my face was covered.
We were quiet for a moment, then we cleaned up quickly and dressed. With a fist bump, he was gone, leaving me alone on the couch, wondering what had just happened.
