I had known he was coming for quite some time. And I am being quite careful with the spelling of coming there. There comes a time later in the story when we reach the point when I know he is about to cum, but this is about knowing that he was arriving.
I should explain.
He contacted me through Literotica. He had read some of my stories and dropped me an email. We began chatting. Things got steamy pretty quickly. And I fantasized about doing all sorts of things with him. We talked about it. I really did not want to just fantasize about it either. I wanted to do the things we talked about. In real life. To him and with him. With Tom.
Problem was, he lived in the States and I lived in the UK.
Now that's how it was that I knew he was coming. He sent me a message saying that he was coming to London for work in a months time. He would be here for a few days. Did I want to meet?
The answer was "yes". Yes I wanted to meet. Yes I wanted to do all the things we had talked about. Yes, I wanted to have sex with him.
Again, I should explain. I had done things with other guys. That had been me sucking them, them sucking me. I had wanked and been wanked. But I had never had anal sex with any of them. Yet he had placed the idea in my mind. At first it was in the middle of swapping messages about fantasizing sucking each other and he would throw in "I want to be inside you" and I would know that he was not just talking about my mouth. He would leave it there, until next time. Then he would talk about how much being intimate with me turned him on so much and that he wanted to be as intimate with me as was possible between two men.
The thought turned me on, even though I couldn't admit it to myself.
In the middle of one of our cyber sex sessions he began talking about touching my hole with his fingertip as he was giving me a sensual blowjob. The reference and the touching was fleeting but it had its desired effect. I came almost immediately. He knew he had me.
Our chats developed and I willingly let him seduce me into role playing him fucking me. And I loved it. And wanted it. Wanted him.
As soon as he told me he was going to be in London, I found out which evening he was going to be free and booked a hotel room. It was a month away, which gave me time to prepare.
Prepare myself. For him.
I bought a couple of dildos online. The first was slim. Compact. It took a few attempts with plenty of lube to get it inside me. A few more times before it felt comfortable. The thicker one felt like it was never going to fit inside me. As he and I would chat, I would work it into me. I didn't tell him what I was doing, but it felt good. Eventually.
Then the day arrived. I was sitting on a bed in a hotel room, waiting for him to arrive. Waiting for him to come.
The knock on the door made my stomach flip and my cock twitch. I walked to the door and opened it to welcome my American cyber lover.
He stepped inside the room and kissed me. Kissed me hard. His tongue in my mouth, his hand around the back of my head. The kiss felt good. His tongue felt good.
"Hi there," he broke our kiss and greeted me in his sexy American drawl.
Before I had a chance to respond his lips were on mine again and his hands were at my belt buckle. Within seconds of being inside the room, my hard cock was in his hands.
"Do you want me to suck you?" he asked, as he stroked my hard cock.
For the first time I found words. Or a word.
"Yes."
Still only feet from the door to the room, my trousers around my ankles, he sank to his knees and took my cock all the way into his mouth.
He knew what he was doing. He knew how to suck a cock. It felt wonderful. It felt so horny. My hand on his head as he slipped his lips along the shaft of my cock. Watching my cock disappear inside his mouth.
I have no idea how long he sucked me for. It could have been seconds, it felt like he had been sucking my cock forever.
"Let's take this to the bed" he murmured as he got to his feet.
I slipped my trousers and underwear over my feet and followed him to the bed. He turned to face me and we kissed again, our tongues dancing together. My fingers found the buttons on the front of his shirt and I began to undo them, slipping my hand inside his shirt and feeling his hairy chest. As we kissed I could sense him undoing his own trousers and then his hard cock was naked. The hard cock I had seen in photos, in videos but never tasted.
He shrugged his shirt over his arms and suddenly this beautiful, sexy man was completely naked. I pushed him back towards the bed and he lay back, with his feet touching to floor and his gorgeous cock pointing straight upwards.
There was only one thing for me to do. And I did it, kissing his sack and his shaft before taking him inside my mouth. I had spent hours and hours imagining sucking him, describing it to him and here I was, the taste of his cock finally on my tongue.
He said my name. For the first time in real life he said my name as I sucked his cock and it turned me on more than anything had for a very long time. I could taste his excitement. I could hear his excitement. Share his excitement. It was so sexy.
I wrapped my forefinger and thumb in a tight circle around his shaft and followed my mouth up and down him, wanking him as I sucked him. His breathing became more pronounced as my tongue, lips and hand worshipped his cock.
