Date: Thu, 29 May 2014 16:50:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joel M <joel_m1971@yahoo.com>
Subject: DC Hotel Room

He wanted to come to Washington, DC to visit me. He said he could get a
hotel room downtown and that we could meet for drinks or dinner and see
where it lead. I was nervous the Saturday when we decided to meet. I
cleaned up, went to the gym, and picked out my sexiest underwear and outfit
to impress him. We had met in an online chat room and talked for days,
flirted, traded photos, and made plans. Now, it was really about to happen.

We met downtown at one of my favorite hideaways, where no one I knew might
recognize me. When we met, he smiled and we shook hands. He gently held my
hand for a bit longer. His hands was large and warm. He was my type, if I
had one: older, moustache, in shape, a top. He was dressed in a gray button
down and black slacks, very professional. He ordered a scotch, neat. He was
confident, secure, friendly. He laughed at my feeble jokes and would stare
me up and down occasionally. I loved being objectified; I knew what he
wanted.

After two drinks each, he asked me to come to his hotel room. He said he
had a feeling we would be fine together. I swallowed my drink and walked
behind him. We walked together to his hotel, paying close attention not to
look too much like a couple. We walked quietly through the lobby and got
into the elevator alone. When the doors closed, he took my hand and pulled
me gently to him. We kissed, suddenly. It was just lips, but it was tender
and warm. He held my hands during and after the kiss. I felt that he was in
control. He smiled at me when the doors opened, and lead me down the
hallway to his room.

When we got into his room, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around
me.  He whispered into my ear that he was happy to see me in person. He
then nibbled my ear lobe and rubbed his hands on my chest and belly. His
voice lowered and then he said we were going to have fun. I turned my head
and kissed him, our
 tongues wrapping together. I could feel his cock grow stiff against me as
he kissed and rubbed me from behind. He started unbuttoning my shirt and
then unbuttoned my pants. I stepped out of my shoes and turned to him, just
in my underwear. He look at me and smiled, kissing me again while I pressed
against him. His hands kneaded my ass and rubbed down my sides. I rubbed
his back and then reach in front of him to feel his hard cock. He had asked
me on chat if I was ready to suck him for a long time, that his clock
really needed attention. I was ready.

He sat me down on the bed and then took his clothes off in front of me. He
had a hairy chest, but was tan almost all over. His chest was broad. His
cock was hard and his balls were full. I leaned forward and starting
kissing his chest and stomach while he rubbed my shoulders. Then he stopped
me and got into bed. I started kissing his chest and stomach again, sliding
down to his cock. His hands rubbed me and he said my name over and over. I
felt special, sexy. I rubbed his balls slowly and stroked him before
kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned softly and I took him into my
mouth. He told me my lips were big and soft, that I was made for
cock-sucking. I started sucking him softly, rolling his cock on my tongue,
licking up and down his shaft, then taking him all in. He rubbed my head
and I sucked him over and over. He started to leap forward with his hips
once or twice, so I pulled him out of my mouth and calmed him down. He
loved this edging, I could hear it in his laugh when I pulled him out. He
said oooh and that I was a nasty boy, and that he loved it.

After sucking him for awhile, he pulled me up to him. I was on top, spread
over him. He kissed me and I fell into him, his hands cupping my ass and
rubbing in my underwear. I love your undies, he
 said. I felt hot. We kissed longer and he rolled me over. He started
nuzzling my neck, kissing my chest and nipples. He kissed my belly, but I
knew he wouldn't suck me. He flipped me onto my belly and started
kissing my back. I felt his hands start to pull down my underwear. His
breath was on the small of my back. Then, he slid his tongue up and down my
ass before plunging into my hole. I felt white hot; I was on fire. His
rimming was passionate and he pushed into me, my heart leapt. I was moaning
quietly, with a feminine quality. He was bringing me close; I had to calm
down. Soon, I felt two wet fingers start rubbing lube into me. I laid
there, waiting for him to open me up.

Do you want me? he asked. Yes, I said. Please, I want you inside me, I
pleaded. He said my name again, saying he wanted to come in me. I said
yes. I was usually safe, I had no idea about him. I didn't care.  He
continued to lube me and sigh. Then, he pulled me up with a
 pillow under me and spread my legs. I felt his cock rub up and down my
crack. It was cut, smooth, and wet. Then, he lined me up and slowly pushed
into me. It hurt for a brief moment, then the pain gave way to pleasure. He
held with each small push until he was all the way inside me.

Soon, he pulled back out and start to pump into me slowly, laying on top of
me, only using his hips. I was electric now. I moved my hips with him as we
fucked. He kissed my earlobe and said he loved being inside me. We pumped
for awhile and then he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. He held my
hips and slid in and out of me. I was rock hard and wasn't even
touching myself. He pumped and moaned, rubbing my back and ass with one
hand while the other held me. It lasted forever. Then, he put his hands on
my hips again and began to pick up speed. Soon, I was wide open and he was
fucking me harder. He cooed my name and said oh, baby. I kept moaning. My
mind was lost
 in the ecstasy of being fucked. Soon, his pumps slowed down and he pushed
hard into me, groaning loudly. Oh baby, he cried and I could feel his cock
pump inside me, four or five times. It was warm and sticky, I could feel it
ooze around his cock inside my hole. I moaned and then came as well, all
over the sheets below me and onto my chest. After a few more pushes with
his hips, he was spent. He had bred me, filled me up. He rubbed my hips and
said, oh yes. I told him I came and he laughed, saying good.

Soon, laying back on the bed together, we sighed. We kissed again and then
he was on top of me, my legs wrapped around him. We kissed for awhile,
cocks rubbing together. We stopped and he rolled me over, spooning me from
behind. We both fell asleep.

A few hours later, I awoke to him kissing my back and neck. Within minutes,
we were kissing again, me turning to meet his face. This time, lubed me up
and put me on my back. He pushed into me slowly again, bareback. My cock
jumped and became hard as he finally pushed all the way in. I exhaled and
moaned at the same time. I watched his face as we fucked, his eyes closed,
biting his lip. I asked him to kiss me and he leaned forward to kiss. I
felt his moustache and lips, his tongue wrapped around mine. I tried to
move my hips, but he had me pinned down and I was wide open for him. I let
him fuck me and come in me again. I felt sexy, reckless, feminine. When he
came, his arms buckled and he fell onto me. I caught him and kissed him and
held him, thanking him for fucking me.

As we dressed the next day, he explained that he love alone and liked
it. He didn't want a boyfriend. I didn't want one either. But, the
next time he was in DC, he could come to my place. He took my underwear and
placed them in his bag. He said he would mail a new pair to me every two
weeks and that when I saw him again, I would wear them for him. Then he was
gone. I stayed in the hotel room for a bit longer and masturbated on the
bed, thinking about him.