Sunday, 28 February 2016

Bukkake'd...

After our recent coffee date, the DJ has been down the line regularly, finally informing me the threesome with the fuckbud planned previously is on.

I collect him, and we head off to meet the guy - he's described to me as "pinoy, 5'10", slim body, total bottom".  We arrive, and the door is opened - a verrrry fit guy, again late 20's, opens the door clad only in a towel.  Nice body, defined chest, good arms, flat ass, cute smile.  All good...

After some pleasantries - as well as being fuckbuds they know each other in DJ circles as well - the pinoy leads us to the bedroom, and reclines on the bed.  I sit beside him, casually brushing his leg as DJ goes to the bathroom.  Pinoy quickly has me on my back, fully clothed, and we begin to make out.  He's a great kisser, and throws his towel aside as he starts to undo my clothing.  But I'm in no hurry, and I draw him back down for a kiss.  As we do, he begins to moan and writhe a little, but as I let my hands drift down his back I encounter the top of DJ's head.  The moaning has little to do with our kissing, and a lot more to do with the pinoy being eaten out as we do so!  My hands drift a little further, and I realize DJ is also still fully dressed, so I clamber out and strip off my kit, returning to kiss DJ's spine as I work his t-shirt off also.  Finally I'm naked and kissing DJ (awesome btw), and the pinoy is alternating between sucking my cock and working DJ's through his briefs.  Finally he drops them, and a cock that was even larger than the pic flops out.  It's impressive.  Nicely formed and hefty, I know it's gonna hurt.  DJ has promised to fuck me as I fuck the pinoy, but I'm having second thoughts.  They're now kissing, so I drop my head down and give them alternate blowjobs, attempting at one point to get both cocks in my mouth at once, but despite the slimness of the pinoy's member, I can't really manage it.

We end up with the pinoy and I in a 69 as DJ continues to eat his ass, his hands reaching around and probing my own hole, but with not much success.  Finally we fall into a triangle, my head in DJ's lap and sucking him, his mouth working the pinoy's hole and the pinoy sucking my cock.  Very satisfying.  I can taste DJ's pre-cum in my mouth, and feel the pinoys dripping on to my stomach, and I decide I want a taste of that too, so we reposition.  The pinoy is now squatting on DJ's face, and I am between DJ's legs, lapping my tongue at his balls, then up his shaft and stomach to the pinoy's balls which I also lick before swallowing his rigid cock and its glistening load.  He pushes me off almost immediately - "Too close, too close" he pants, before pushing me to the side and onto my back.

He quickly suits me up, then with a shudder and a smile, he lowers himself onto my shaft and begins to buck gently.  Regular readers will know it's been a while since I've topped (the Syrian has really skewed my average), but damn I'm enjoying it.  All the more so as DJ has climbed to his feet and is feeding his cock into the pinoys mouth directly above me.  An interesting observation about DJ's member - for all it's size, it never really seems to change shape or position.  It gets firm, but not 'erect', maintaining it's slight downward slope irrespective of his level of excitement.  A true 'shower' as opposed to 'grower'. 

As the pinoy grinds against me, simultaneously being face fucked by the DJ, he suddenly clambers off and reaches to the nightstand for more lube.  Indicating the DJ should then get behind him, he slides back down my pole and says "you too", meaning he wants both cocks in his ass at once.  I've never done this before, and I'm interested to see how it plays out.  DJ, however, seems to know exactly what to do and positions himself between my legs and feeds his monster in bareback.  Oddly, I can't feel anything 'different' - I was expecting maybe some pressure, or a sensation of his cock against mine, but nothing. To the point where I'm wondering if he's actually in, or if I got squeezed out, but then suddenly I feel his balls come to rest on mine and I know we're both where we want to be.  Pinoy is gasping at this, and DJ begins to fuck him, but the Pinoy suddenly cries out and his cock erupts all over my stomach.  DJ immediately withdraws and comes around beside for the pinoy to suck him clean, but the guy's more interested in my load.  Scooping up his cum, he begins to jerk me off as he slides up and down me, the DJ feeding his fingers into my mouth as he watches and rests his other hand on the Pinoy's shoulder, and suddenly I spurt too.

Reaching down, DJ scoops up our combined loads and begins to jerk himself off, quickly adding to the combined mess on my torso, then he reaches over to grab some paper towels and scatter them on me 'before we mess up the quilt'...

A group shower, then we depart.  DJ tells me he wants to do it again, and then begins to talk at length about the online game he'll be playing tonight, and his plans to meet his fiancé in Paris next month...

Saturday, 27 February 2016

Close call...?

Have been chatting off and on with a guy for a week or two - he's late 20's, 6', nicely built, but like me, has no place to host.  But he's in regular contact, and keen to 'make something happen'.

He hits me up one night and tells me his regular fuck-bud is keen to meet up and try a threesome, so how about it.  Why not.  Endless messages are exchanged, pictures swapped and arrangements made.

I collect the guy at the appointed place, and he's even more handsome than his pics - atop the body sits a very cute face - crinkly/sparkly eyed and fully bearded, he's half Lebanese/half Turkish, which, for me, is heaven.  He's going to be an amazing bear when he grows up, and he's also hung...

However, once in the car he tells me our intended companion has canceled, but he has 'someone' else.  This turns out to be a very young guy, and a national.  Now, apart from the Engineer, I've never had a good experience with nationals, let alone young ones.  Almost to a fault they're flakes, with some excuse or another or simply no-shows, so I'm cautious, and begin to quiz my new friend.  He confesses he doesn't know the guy at all, and that he's arranged it in the last 10 minutes .  My warning lights are flashing, and I begin to back away from the arrangement, telling him I'm not into randoms, I dislike nationals and any other excuse I can think of, and he's a bit crestfallen.

We agree to continue on, and 'see what happens'.  As it turns out, we're to meet in one of the most congested and dilapidated parts of town, which doesn't please me at all, and of course once we get there the guy is nowhere to be seen, which is just fucking annoying.  Some phone calls are exchanged, and I can see a group of guys not too far away, each of whom have that hustler/street rat look about them, and I call time.  It's not feeling right, so I tell my friend I'm done, so let's just go and have coffee.

He's hesitant, but then suddenly says 'get moving - now', so I ease the car back into the traffic and we draw away, but of course I have to do a lap of the block just to get out of the maze we are in, and on our return pass, I see the street rats are in conversation with the police, a squad car now parked not 10 feet from where we had been moments earlier.  My friend tells me he'd seen the car approach, hence his exhortations to get moving.  Remember, it's totally illegal to be gay here, and the newspapers often run storys with headlines such as "homos rounded up in café" or "gays arrested for violating the moral code".  Was it attempted entrapment?  A coincidence?  Who knows...

We end up in a café not too far away, where we enjoy a perfectly nice conversation and pass an hour or so in a way neither of us were expecting.  I learn he's a well known alternative DJ, and as well as being handsome, he's smart as hell, and I hope to see him again under more carnal circumstances...



Monday, 22 February 2016

Limping...

It's been a long week, and a prior weekend packed with family obligations, and thus too many days "between drinks" as they say.  The Engineer has finally returned, but as usual he has no place, so I'm getting lots of "miss you, when can we meet" messages, but with little outcome.

The Syrian is about to also travel, and I know if I don't see him it'll be while.  I check the football schedule (Chelsea are playing, so tick), his availability (yes, double tick), then mention to my wife that he's asked me over to watch the game.  "Then you should go" she replies (triple tick and bingo).  So into the car and I'm away.

It's been over a week since I've seen him, and he's like an excited puppy when I arrive.  Jigging around, making tea, kissing me, staring into my eyes and so on.  Finally I calm him down, and we're on the couch with tea and cigarettes, but he wants to make out.  Before I can really even shift in my spot, he's got my belt undone, his hands down my pants, and his mouth glued to mine.  As we kiss, he wriggles my jeans down and my shirt up, my cock hard and red against my belly (which is soft and white).  He dives down to suck me, but it's too much, so I stand and take his hand.  Hitching my pants with the other, I lead him to the bedroom and we remove our clothes.  Sitting on the bed, I grab his ass and drag him towards me, his cock directly into my mouth after a preliminary lick of the shaft and balls.

He's moaning in a manner that's disproportionate to what's going on (I'm not that good at it), when he takes my head in his hands and shuffles us both further back on to the bed, him stretched out on top of me as we resume kissing.  He's going crazy tonight, running his mouth up and down me, biting me, nipping at my ass and coming back to kiss again and again, before we find ourselves semi-draped over one another, each licking sucking and biting the others nipples.  It's actually damn nice, and as I bite him, my hand drifts to his crotch where I can fondle his cock and sack while I myself get finger fucked as he bites me.

I'm still on my back, when he shifts position and my cock slides straight into his slot as he grinds his own against my stomach, and he's not shaved down there in a while, so it feels nice - the friction as he squirms and wriggles against my dick has me edging a little, so I roll him over and offer him the same treatment.  With his pole now sliding up and down my ass crack, I hold his head in my hands and begin to gently kiss his mouth, his throat, his ears and his jawline.  This sends him into a twitching frenzy, but then he falls still.  "You make me feel like I am drunk", he says, "my mind stops working when I am with you...".  I think this is a compliment, but before I can think any more, he's grabbed my head and begun to french kiss me with a passion.  I'm not complaining...

He wriggles out from under me, and flips me to my stomach.  Lifting my ass cheeks, he dives in to kiss and suck my hole, but his previously luxurious moustache has been trimmed somewhat and is now quite bristly.  He's already shredded my face - and now he's working on my hole it's even more uncomfortable.  I flip my legs over him, but he takes this as an access ploy and dives in even deeper, to the extent that I'm forced to push him down and go for his own bud.  As I eat him out, he's bucking his ass into my face and grinding his cock on my chest as he sucks me.  It's awesome, until he clenches his legs around my neck and starts to buck even harder, then I'm struggling for air and have to punch his ass to make him release me.

I'm again flipped to my stomach, and liberally coated in baby lotion before he suits up.  Slapping his cock on my ass, he starts to slide up and down my crack before resting his body on mine and grasping me from beneath.  With no warning he positions the tip, then with a single thrust he enters me.  I thought I would die.  I have no idea what has happened, or what he has done differently, but I cannot take it.  The pain was intense, as if he'd shoved a baseball bat into me, and I'm gasping in discomfort.  He's got me in a hold around the shoulders, his hips pistoning into my ass, and I am roaring in pain, so he stops, fully lodged inside me, to check if I'm ok.  Once he's still, the pain subsides a little, so I nod in the affirmative, which was like releasing a spring.  He starts to hammer me once more, to the extent I have to crawl forward to escape him, finally squeezing his cock out of me.  We both lie there panting, and he asks what the problem is.  I tell him I don't know, but I can't do it.  He smiles ruefully, then flops down beside me on the mattress, his cock jutting skywards.  I recall to ride him is more comfortable, so I clamber on and tell him to ease it back inside me, which he does with a delighted grin.

Thrusting at me from below, he's got one hand wrapped around my own dick, and he uses his other arm to drag me down to kiss as I ride him.  He's becoming more jagged in his breathing, and irregular in his movements, so I tell him to slow down as it's still incredibly painful.  "Ok habibi" he pants, then slows his movements a little, increasing however his manipulation of my dick, which suddenly begins to leak pre-cum, and then, in a strangely detached way, it begins to spurt.  No 'orgasm' as such, but a lot of semen.  He laughs as he watchs, then begins to re-thrust, using his movements to milk me of the last of my load.  Suddenly he bucks down violently, then in a flurry of movement gets the condom off and his cock beneath mine as he dumps a massive load onto his stomach, our seed mingling and trickling down his side to the sheets.  Smiling, I lean down to kiss him, then stretch myself on top of him, nestling contentedly in his arms.

It was after midnight when we woke, meaning my 'time out' had taken somewhat longer than a standard FA Cup game, but my wife made no comment when I returned home eventually...

The next day I was walking with the proverbial limp, my ass ragged, raw and sore.  Totally worth it.












Wednesday, 10 February 2016

To bend over or not to bend over, that is the question....

So the Egy from earlier this week has been persistent.  Tonight he wants me to meet 4 guys for a gang bang.  Clearly, he's told his friends about me, and is pimping out my ass.  He's even gone so far as to offer me money ffs...

I'm somewhat intrigued by this - to be gay is shameful in this part of the world, so how do you casually mention to your mates that you recently tapped a willing arse that could be up for some more and perhaps you might be interested too?  Not your standard water cooler conversation... 

Anyway, to be the bitch for a group of men (is there a collective term for 'rough trade' I wonder?), is intriguing, but the risk is too high I think.  Also, as they are offering to pay, it kind of changes the dynamic, and thus their expectations of the 'event'.  It suggests they can do whatever they want (go bareback, unload inside me and so on), and might be unhappy if I'm not compliant.  Four against one isn't great odds.  I'm good with group (obviously), but only when we meet as equals.

I'm checking with the Moro if he's involved, but overall, maybe I'll pass...

 

Monday, 8 February 2016

Return bout?

So I'm wandering through the mall with the family, and I see a group of guys approaching.  All are clearly very fit, and one in particular is very attractive as well.  He's in a skintight long sleeved tee, and wearing a pair of tight/not tight crotch grabbing jeans, and he really resembles nothing so much as an walking sex doll, and I'm curious...  I squint a little to get a better look, and he raises his eyebrows and smiles at me.  I then realize it's the muscle guy from a few months back, so I return the smile but keep walking.   My wife of course enquires who it is, and I tell her someone from the office.  I live in a very small town, and it's a rare occasion that I'm not often greeted wherever we might be.  Not 5 minutes previously I'd been chatting with a former colleague, who we, by unspoken consent, had mutually ignored each other on Growlr, despite him using a face pic and being "0 km away"...

That night I fire up Grindr, and there are numerous messages from Muscles.  How nice it was to see me.  Do I miss him?  Can we get together again soon?  He's clearly forgotten how much he hated that I smelt of cigarettes (he made me Listerine - twice), but I reply with "sure", so maybe I'll get another playdate, maybe not.

But I kinda hope so....
 

Random threesome (part two)

... taking my hand from his pants, the Egyptian stands and cocks his head towards the bedroom.  "Yalla" he says, walking through.  The Moroccan follows, and by the time I join, they're both undressing.  The Egy has removed his sweatshirt, revealing a massive chest, and as he drops his track pants, an anaconda of a cock bobs out.  The Moro has shucked his robe revealing a decent, yet extremely hairy body (with perhaps a few extra pounds), belying my first impression of him.  He's quick to sit on the bed, and takes the Egy's cock into his mouth, deep throating it in one hit.  As I remove my own clothes, the Egy beckons me over, and engages me in a deep and lengthy kiss, his tongue moving around my mouth, and his hand resting on my butt.  I reach for his own butt to steady myself, and it's rock solid.  Like rock solid.  The Moro breaks away and takes my cock into his mouth, then begins to alternate between us, favouring us each with hot and cold breaths and much suction.  I pull him to his feet in order to kiss him, and the Egy tries to do a 3-way kiss, but that doesn't really work out.  As Egy looks around for condoms, the Moro lies back and I climb atop and kiss him, feeling our nakedness between us as our hands explore each other.  The Egy has climbed in behind, and I feel the Moro's legs pulled apart, then my own, and he begins to spit on my ass and attempts to penetrate me.  Frankly, he's just too big, so the Moro hands over some lotion, and I'm greased up.  As the Moro and I continue to kiss, Egy takes my ass in his hands and starts to wriggle his cock into my hole.  It's damn thick, and I squirm a little, but he gets it in and starts to fuck me.  Holding my hips, he's going quite hard, and I find myself hanging on to the Moro as he pounds away, then he drags me to the edge of the bed and stands behind me.  On my fours, he slams into me again and again, but again kegels make my day and I have no problem with the belting I'm receiving.  The Moro has wriggled under me, and had initially begun to suck my cock while I was copping it, but he's now stopped and is lying between my legs, watching the Egy's cock pump in and out of my ass, telling me 'what a wonderful view' it was...

The Egy likes also to be ridden, so I straighten up and turn, dragging him onto the bed and pushing him onto his back, then I climb aboard.  It's much more comfortable, and I begin to slide up and down his pole as he lies there smiling, then he begins to buck into me from below as the Moro and I kiss.  Despite the assault, my own cock is rock hard, and I invite the Moro to climb onto it, figuring the strongman below could handle the weight, but he declines, choosing instead to suck me while I was being fucked.  Egy then turns me around and onto my back, then comes atop me to fuck me some more, repositioning us both until my legs were so far behind my head I thought I was going to break, but he got me pinned by the legs and the full weight of his hips on my ass, so I'm stuck.

Eventually I can't take any more, so I roll off and to the side, tagging the Moro with "you're it", and the Egy whips off the condom and plunges bareback into him, the pair of them grunting and writhing as the top let loose with a savage buttfuck, much to the Moro's delight.  He's actually going so hard I can't even get down to blow the Moro, so I content myself with kissing him.

Egy then wants the Moro & I on all fours, side by side, but I tell him he needs to refit a condom, and he's not happy, but consents.  Moro and I are as instructed, kissing each other with our asses in the air, and Egy then slides himself back into me, and begins to pump.  Damn it's good...  I can feel his sweat flicking over me as he's going hard, which kind of makes it even sexier, when he withdraws completely and starts to give it to the other guy.  Working his fingers into my hole as he fucks the Moro, Egy then slides his cock back into me for a few reminder thrusts, then returns to pounding the other guy.  I realize this is no better than going bareback, so I move myself away and stretch on the bed, the Moro's head in my lap.  Then I decide to go south and explore the view mentioned earlier, and I slide myself between the Moro's legs, my nose and tongue active on his balls, and my eyes glued to the Egy's member working its way in and out of his hole, the massive balls taut against his body.  And it is a wonderful view.  Moro takes this chance to drag my cock into his mouth, and as I lick him, he sucks me.  Awesome.

Eventually, our bull has tired him too, and he begs for a break.  Egy indicates he's close, and points at my ass, and I in reply point at the condoms.  He suits up and moves to the other side of the bed, lifting my hips as Moro continues to blow me, and slides his cock back in.  Now I've got the Moro's cock in my mouth, mine in his, and the Egy's cock up my ass.  He starts to fuck me hard, holding my legs apart as his body thrusts against me, taking an extra wriggle on each downstroke to get a bit more in, and despite the pain, I know I'm about to blow.  I tap the Moro and tell him so, and he merely lays his face on my torso to watch me cum as I continue to suck his balls, bucking in time with Egy's thrusts, and once I blow, he promptly licks me clean.  A few more thrusts from Egy, but I'm too tight and he withdraws, walking back to my side of the bed, pushing Moro out of the way and shoving his cock into my mouth.  I not sucked him earlier, and I gotta say, it was impressive.  Big, fat and firm, and he moaned with delight as I accidentally scraped him with my teeth, but he wants to keep fucking so...

He pushes me out of the way, and drags the Moro onto his back as I stretch out beneath them.  The Egy has worked up quite a sweat, and he's now barebacking the Moro hard, his head resting in my lap, so I stroke his upper body, his legs in the air, when the Egy starts to groan and increase his tempo, finally spasming and shouting as he breeds the guy.  Both are delighted by this, the Egy spitting on and slapping the Moros face before he turns and begins to dress, his body still glistening with sweat.

The Moro observes that I perhaps shouldn't leave stinking of lube and cum, and offers me a shower.  I exit the bathroom, and again Egy says "Yalla", this time indicating the exit.  I drop him a few blocks away and drive off.  I've since been bombarded with requests from each of them to return for more fun...

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Random threesome (part one)

Some guy hits me up, and it's interesting.  Egyptian guy, built like a bull, 34 & 6' tall, but he's clearly not entirely comfortable in English, so with a bit of google translate we work things out and he sends a monster dick pic.  I'm not sure about this, but why not. He lives in the next suburb, so we agree to meet and he sends me a face pic.  Clearly a labourer, he assures me he has a place and all is good.



I get to the place, but there is much confusion regarding where to meet, so he finally passes the phone to a passer-by, who sorts things out for us.  I don't know if this person was aware of what he was facilitating, but there you go...

We're finally face to face, and it's clear this guy is rough trade.  Very rough.  We get into my car and he begins to direct me, casually mentioning 'his friends' is waiting and my radar goes up.  "For what" I ask him, and he smiles - "Group" his reply.  Now I'm kinda worried, thinking this guy has procured me for some buttfucking fun with his bored and horny mates, who, btw I've assumed are all equally rough, and I hesitate, weighing the possible outcomes in my head.

I decide to go for it, because, quite frankly, I've had such a shit time at work lately that the idea of surrendering control and being a bitch is sort of working for me.

We drive a little further, my car ostentatious in the seedy neighbourhood, when he points to a miraculously vacant spot and instructs me to park.  I discreetly slip off my watch and leave that, my wallet and my phone in the car, and enter the building.  He hits the top floor button, and I decide we're going to his apartment on the roof and begin to kegel in anticipation of what's coming, but instead we knock on a door.

I couldn't have been more shocked.  The apartment we enter is decorated like a bordello - shaded lamps, throw pillows, candles, soft music and so on.  I'm greeted by a handsome man who's maybe 6'5", clad in a silk robe, offering me tea, water and biscuits. He gestures to the couch, and my proud companion sits beside me as the host and I begin to talk.  He's 30, Moroccan, quite effete, and seemingly a keen gym goer.  He informs me our mutual friend is dumb as a post but fucks like a bull, and my purpose this evening is to provide 'additional distraction'...  The Egyptian now has my hand inside his track pants, and it feels as big as it looked on the screen....

An enjoyable evening...

Since his return from 'the front', the Syrian and I have been getting together quite regularly.  The Engineer is still, alas, on his travels, and it's been too busy to actively seek new mates.  An ongoing chat with a young guy who is cute, funny & smart, but as yet we've no chance (or place) to meet.

I passed by The Syrian earlier this week, and it was fantastic, if not routine (in a good way).  I enter, we kiss, we sit, he makes tea, we get halfway through the tea and start to make out, we go to the bedroom and fuck.  We shower, we dress, more tea, we chat, I leave.  Nice.

Skip to the chase, and we're in his room.  He's dragging my clothes off me, his own cock straining against the fabric of his running shorts, and once I'm shirtless he pushes me onto the bed and starts to wriggle my jeans off me.  Climbing naked atop me, we make out for ages, ending up in a 69.  He's fully swallowed me, and clambers up to get even more down his throat, shaking his head to assist in the swallow.  This both drags his cock out of my mouth and frees up his ass, so I spit up at his hole and work one, then another finger in, finding his spot and massaging it as he grinds his cock against my chest, my own piece still in his mouth.  He's huffing and groaning as my index fingers do their work, when he lets go of my dick and sits upright, forcing my fingers even further into him (and nearly breaking my wrist as his weight changed), before lifting off me and spinning around to resume kissing.  He dives down again, this time to rim me, and again I'm presented with his bud, which I begin to nip and lick at.  This really sets him off, and he ends up stretched out on top of me, holding my ankles as he slides his cock up and down my torso.  After a time, he flips me over and starts to dry hump me, his tip insistent against my hole, but I point at the nightstand and he leans over to grab the condoms and the lube.  Liberally applying the lube, he works his piece all over my groin, rubbing it against my balls, my cock and my thighs, before coming in to kiss as he enters me.  It's an odd angle, and it hurts, but with some muttered apologies and a shift of his hips he goes again, and we're good.  Very good in fact - I can feel him sliding in and out of me as we kiss, his hands holding my head as mine run up and down his body, cupping his butt and dragging him further inside.  As with the Engineer, this isn't really just a fuck.  We're done with the ragged, animalistic foreplay and have moved on to something else.  Two bodies working as one, each selfishly seeking some pleasure but selflessly seeking to please the other.  He keeps pausing when inside me, and drawing his head back in order to look me in the eye and smile, simultaneously shaking his head as if in some form of disbelief.

We are in no hurry, and he's happy to change tempo and position, so we do, but continually we return to me on my back and him between my legs, smiling at each other as we ride waves of pleasure.

Eventually, he can take no more, and begins to thrust quite madly, reaching down and using my shaft as a pommel to steady himself, when suddenly I begin to spurt, and he gasps and withdraws, not quite catching himself before the condom fills.  He is panting, and ties the end before tossing it and falling down both onto me and into my arms, where we lie together laughing.

Shower, dress, chat, tea, depart.  Nice...

Monday, 1 February 2016

Away game...

On short notice I have to return to Sin City, where I know very few apps will function.  Brave trouper that I am, I try them all and actually find that Scruff works just fine.  Many chats are commenced pending meetings and wifi availability, but one by one they slowly drop off with the exception of a guy who's (whose?) profile reads 'local, 38, 180cm, 73kgs, vers".  After a time we get to face pics, and he's damn handsome, although one of the pics is very 'corporate'.  We arrange a 21:00 meet after my work obligations are done.  Of course I'm sceptical - 'locals' in my part of the world are notoriously flaky, but at 20:59 he tells me he's in the hotel carpark, and sends a description of his outfit.  Moments later, he enters, headdress sexily tied in the turban style and contrasting dishdash.  Our eyes meet, he breaks into a smile and walks straight over - pleasantries are exchanged and we head for the elevator.

He inspects the room, then walks across and draws me into his arms, and we begin to kiss.  He's good, gentle and thoughtful, yet clearly in charge, and I lean back to undo his turban, unraveling it around his head with one hand as I rest my other on his stomach.  He's happy with the attention, stroking my chest and running his fingers through my hair, but once I get the headdress off, I smile - he's got a chronic case of 'turban hair', and it won't brush away.  He steps back and flips his dishdash over his head, revealing his undergarment.  I'd forgotten his people just wear a skirt, pestemal style, under the gown with an elaborate knot system that ensures a smooth profile.  He shucks this to the ground, then steps forward to remove my own clothes.  He's got a nice, normal body - good shoulders, nice arms and pecs, flat stomach and good legs below a cute butt.  Naked together, we come in to kiss, and I take his now rigid cock in my hand, along with my own, and I see that we're identical in size.  It's called average for a reason I suppose...   He smiles at this, then with a deft shove he has me on the bed.  With some wriggling and shuffling, we're under the covers together, him stretched out atop me, our noses touching.  It's nice, and somehow very personal, and we make out for a while.  I work my way down his body, lapping at his balls and briefly taking his cock into my mouth, but he'd rather kiss and cuddle, so I am dragged back up to his face to resume.

We continue like this for a while, kissing and cuddling as we grind against one another, then he rolls back and asks if he can fuck me.  I point at the nightstand, where condoms and lube await, and he smiles and suits up.

With me on my back, he wraps his arms around me and uses his own legs to part mine.  With my knees drawn, we fit together well, and he begins to nudge my hole with his cock, slowly finding his mark and entering at a steady pace as he kisses my ears and neck.  It feels good, wrapped in his arms and being kissed as he slowly and gently fucks me, and I relax back and sigh with delight.  He's very pleased by this, and intensifies his efforts, all to soon withdrawing to unload on my stomach.

We lie together for a while, then he announces it's shower time, and drags me from the bed to the stall.  It's a posh hotel, and the walk-in shower is a huge rainfall style one, and after slowly and gently cleaning each other up we simply resuming kissing and making out in the warm downfall.  He then begins a form of soap massage, very calming, very 'chakra' oriented, and afterwards asks me to reciprocate.  Of course I am delighted to do so, and I enjoy holding his naked body in my arms and feeling his stillness as I do.

We eventually exit, and it's my turn to pamper him, carefully drying his body, and each of us finding a child-like delight in me toweling his hair.  I watch him dress, and I'm curious about certain aspects of his outfit.  He's happy to answer and eager to demonstrate, but all too soon it's time for him to leave.  He gives me his full name as he leaves, and a google search reveals he's actually the chairman of one of my largest counterparties.  The 'corporate' image was straight off their website!

As I am preparing to leave for the airport the next morning, he begins to message me afresh.  He tells me our time was 'fun and intimate', and that he would like to meet again when I am next in town.  As we chat, I lose track of time, and must shower and pack in a rush.  As I dry myself, I see my always carried but rarely worn cockring in the toiletries bag, and unthinkingly reach over and wriggle it on just for the hell of it.  An action with unforeseen consequences...