It was hot. August hot, with humidity so high I could taste it. My old Jeep Wrangler did not have AC and my ringer tee shirt was sticking to my back. The traffic slowed and thickened without any reason. It was a weekday, I was unemployed, horny, 38, free, and headed towards a C-List hook up at the big Hyatt by the airport.
His post was promising: "mwm, masc, athletic/fit, 45, 6'1", 185, ddf, discreet. Giving head to completion. Be HWP/fit, cut, hairy, >35. I host, afternoon, airport hotel." Just enough information, not crazy, and the scene I usually looked for when hooking up via CL. Hit and run. Drive-by. Get some and go. Hotel scenes were like catnip for me. Anonymous and easy.
There was something so stunningly transgressive and naughty about going to a suburban hotel on a weekday afternoon for furtive sex with a complete stranger. Married guys in hotels were often dead serious about catching a dick while they had the opportunity. It was a win-win paradigm for all, but mostly for me, as I did not have to even pretend to care.
At last I was off the freeway, threading thru a labyrinth of corporate office parks and various price-points of airport hotels. Armies of groundskeepers labored in the heat, tending lawns and landscaping that few noticed and brought no joy. I could see the big horizontal slab of the Hyatt rising over the trees; mirrored, silent, assuring the corporate traveler that they would have a good hospitality experience, but not a great one.
I parked the Jeep. Discreet patches of surface parking, packed in among landscaped berms and pointless ponds. Some fearsome storm clouds were off to the west, so I zipped up the yellowed plastic "windows" that enclosed the back of the Jeep. It would leak anyway, but at least I made an effort.
Revolving door into the lobby, where I was slammed with a wall of AC so cold it chilled my sweaty tee shirt. I was still wet, but now I was wet and freezing. The huge lobby was mostly empty. Hot youngish desk clerk looked up, made eye contact a bit too long. Pushing forty, dirty blond, still trim, I was now 'daddie' to guys like these, and I imagined him in some messy back office, on his knees, licking the sweat off of this daddie's balls.
I sat a on a bench near the elevators, leaning forward so maybe my shirt would dry, looking at my phone as if all manner of crucial biz texts were coming thru. I wanted to get to the room a bit late, just enough to ensure that my arrival would be that much more appreciated. I had learned that a certain laconic confidence worked well for me.
Up the elevator, and I was at his door; no TV on loud, no phone convo for me to interrupt. I knocked firmly with clear intent. My new buddy opened the door, standing in only boxers. "Hey" I said, he moved back, indicating I was to enter the room. He was hotter than his post and pic. Tallish, athletic, dark ginger, two day scruff, nice jawline for 45. Nice pecs with fur and great treasure trail down to the Brooks Bros boxers. Swimmer, runner, golfer, suburban jock daddie, he was a dead ringer for my HS swim coach. No problem with that. "So, you like to eat cock?" I asked.
Wicked grin; "Hell yeah. Those shorts and sneakers need to come off." I complied. My old Merrell Moabs were grubby and grass stained, worn mostly without socks. He grabbed up one of the sneaks, held the open part to his nose and mouth and huffed, twice, tenting his boxers. I felt like a debutante whose dance card was full.
One king bed, utterly fucked over. sheet and bedding pulled almost off at the foot. Piles of tortured pillows at the padded headboard. Clearly I was not his first guest since checking in, there is no problem with being a total man slut. Wanting to mark my own territory, I kicked back in the easy chair, ass at the front of the seat, knees spread, indicating that I was to be serviced and that he was to kneel on the floor.
Cock and balls out the fly of his boxers he was lubing up with some AstroGlide, A super girthy 6.5", uncut. Nice. 'Get on your knees, bitch, show me some head skills' I said evenly.
"Yes sir". He needed some dom, just a bit, nothing too theatrical. My own blond pink eight incher was liking the scene, big balls hanging low from the hot day.
I kept my nether regions untrimmed and hairy. I lifted my scrot and said "lick me down there." He put his face into my 'taint and huffed my scent. "Lick. Get in there!" His tongue giving eager long licks, I fed him my balls for some oral worship. I pointed my dick towards his mouth. "Yeah, service me you cock sucking slut. You like that shit? Getting on your knees to suck off men?" His groan of pleasure trailed to a whimper. Excellent skills. Slow, lips, tongue and wet.
