"Hey. Is there a reason I still call you Mr. Gordon," Henry asked me.
"No," I said with a laugh. "You've been retired for quite some time, and considering the fact we haven't worked together in years, and that you're much older than me, it's probably better that you call me George."
"Feels little awkward calling you George," he said as he rubbed himself on camera.
"What about G," I told him.
"Double G," he said with a chuckled. "I don't know man, just feels weird of me calling you by your first name, or even initial."
"But it didn't feel weird sucking me off," I asked.
"That was natural," he said before we both burst into laughter.
Henry and I talking past a day wasn't real as we were once each other's nemesis. Back when we worked together years past, I truly couldn't really stand to be in the same room or mentions with him and vice versa, as we were oil and water. This man came on to me at the reunion, tried to suck me dry, and here we were again, getting ready for round two of what happened hours earlier. I blamed Henry for being so skilled in the oral department to where he took away the chance for me to fuck him initially, and to really show him my skill set in pummeling a sweet ass.
"I've still got the room," he told me.
"I can see that," I told him as he was laid out naked on the bed.
"Maybe its poetic justice that I'm still checked in, and the wife is out of town with family," he said while stroking his cock. "Don't leave me hanging."
I got more than what I bargained for coming back to Scranton. I of course always try to score some beefy tush when traveling, but I hit a double whammy of sorts when Henry hovered around me like a fly.
"You make it seem like you can't have your pick of cubs and chubs down south," he said as Texas was fun when it came to bear butt sex, but something about these corn fed logger-like men in the Poconos that made my soul rise and dick dance.
"You still have the room, but do you have the desire," I asked.
He purposely put down the phone on a nearby table in his room, then turned his back to it, and bent over while spreading his cheeks and showing off his heaving hole.
"Does this answer your question," he asked.
"I would've checked out of here and headed home already, but I was really hoping that maybe you'd pay me another visit. George, I need you here to finish what we started. That's it, that's all, honey."
Though his open ass was all I could see, I heard every word, and prepared to make my way over to his hotel.
30 or so minutes passed, and I was walking through the lobby towards the same elevator where he sucked me. Five minutes later I was walking through the door of his room as he now greeted me in a burgundy robe, and disheveled hair with the scent of the "Gravite" lingering in the room.
"You like it," he asked while I got undressed. "A buddy of mine wears it and it puts me in a tizzy."
I climbed to the middle of the bed as he entered the bathroom, and he'd come out shortly after, cueing Billy Currington's "Doin' Something Right" while giving a striptease. I paid full attention to Henry while my dick stood at attention, seeing the look in his eyes, his smile, and the way he moved his body in slow motion while he pushed the robe down slowly.
"You like," he asked.
"Absolutely," I told him as he stopped.
He reached down to his chest, and tried to squeeze his breasts, and literally lick them. I was totally enamored, as he was a true lover that evoked feelings of lust and intimacy that had me wanting to paw all over his beefy frame.
