This is a short story, the first of two parts, of my recent encounter in London. As usual, I leave out most descriptions of myself so that the reader can easily insert themselves in my place in their imagination. I always love to hear from my readers and get constructive feedback or just words of encouragement.
I had a business trip to London this week when I managed to snag a hook up. I flew in from Germany Tuesday evening and checked in at a pretty comfortable conference hotel. I knew I had a long day coming up, so that night I just took a jog around the neighbourhood to get some orientation. It wasn’t far from Kensington Park, but the park was already closing, so I simply circled it a couple of times. There were several others with the same idea and I ended up jogging the last circuit next to a guy about my age, a good 15 cm shorter. We struck up a conversation the way people with the same hobbies do. It was a light run, so speaking wasn’t difficult. The guy was Spanish, living and working in London. We shared a few compliments about the shape we’re in. It didn’t take long to pick up on our mutual attraction. A couple of longer-than-usual looks, a couple of noticed glances downward. He had the most incredible blue eyes that seemed to bore right through me. He asked if I had any favourite spots in the city and I bluntly mentioned hanging out in Soho for the guys. “With that ass, I can imagine you’re pretty popular here,” he bluntly complimented me. “This ass is feeling pretty lonely tonight,” I told him and he asked if I had a place. I invited him back to my hotel, so we left the park and jogged down the streets.
He turned the conversation to likes pretty quickly and I revealed that I had a submissive streak. His eyes lit up. “I wouldn’t have thought that. You’re so tall and distinguished, I imagine you run your own company.” I laughed. “Well, I don’t run the whole thing, but close enough. That’s the ‘day me’. At night, I prefer to relinquish control.” While jogging, he placed his hand firmly on my lower back, letting me know where he stood. “I’m glad to hear that. I’d like to help you work out some of that job stress.”
We entered the hotel and I used my key to take us up to my room on the fifteenth floor. I’d barely closed the door when he had me pressed up against the back, hands up my tee-shirt and his lips on mine. The guy had incredibly soft lips and knew how to kiss. The real treat though was when his tongue entered my mouth and kept going. He pulled back and said, “I hope you like to be rimmed and fucked.” The expression on my face made words unnecessary. “You keep playing with my nipples like that and you can do whatever you want.”
We stripped our running kit off and hopped onto the bed without showering. I was under him without seconds as we continued making out. “You’re so fucking handsome. You know that? You’re such a fucking handsome man.” I was melting. His words played right into the praise kink I’d told him I have. The guy was a dream. Thick, dark beard to my light goatee. A mop of thick, dark hair to my tight cut. And he was calling me ‘handsome’!
The kissing went on for ages and I was enjoying every second. Our hands roamed around each other’s torsos. He kept my nipples pert until I was moaning, then slid my hand down to his crotch. “Play with my cock, baby.” I found a thick piece of meat with a pronounced upward curve and thought, “Perfect.” I licked my hand and stroked him while we made out. “Good boy,” he told me, looking straight into my eyes. “You’re a good boy.”
He lightly punched my pecs, then twisted my right nipple. “Such a real man. Broad chest, flat stomach. You’re going to be my good boy?” The sensations in my nipples were going straight to my ass, which was dilating like crazy. “Yes, sir. I want to be your good boy.” He kissed me deeply then told me to flip around. “I want you to suck me while I eat that ass.” I was in position in a flash and got my first good look at his cock. It was exactly the way it felt. Thick, curved, with the barest of foreskin. I kissed the head and licked around the crown a few times, then down the length to get it went. He moaned in pleasure before I felt his tongue swipe along my hole and a shudder went through my entire body. “Oh, you like that, do you? Does my good boy like having his ass eaten?” I had his cock halfway into my mouth, so I pulled off to tell him, “Yes, sir. That feels incredible.” He kissed each ass cheek and told me, “Keep sucking my cock like that and I’ll get this ass ready for me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I plunged down onto his cock and the curve slid right down my throat like it was made for me. He grunted and attacked my ass with his tongue. ‘Attack’ was the only way to describe it. He had incredible control over it and as long and strong as it was, I could feel him opening me up, licking and nibbling on my sphincter, swiping along the entire cleft, adding the occasional fingers to stretch my ring wider. I had a continuous stream of spit and throat sludge running down his cock and over his hairy balls, which were just big enough to get both into my mouth at once when I pulled off his cock and started licking and sucking them.
That got another reaction out of him. He groaned loudly and told me, “Fuck, you’re a good boy. Keep doing that.” We were in the sixty-nine position for about twenty minutes before he gave my ass cheeks a couple of loud slaps and told me to turn back around and lie on top of him. We made out for a while more while I stroked his cock before he rolled me over onto my back, so that he was on top, and lifted my legs. This gave him access to my ass and my mouth. As we continued kissing, he started fingering my hole and rubbing my prostate. “Is my good boy ready to get fucked?” I nodded, caught in his gaze. “What is it you want, baby? Tell daddy what you want?” The fact that he was the same age was irrelevant right then. He was talking about his role and I was in mine completely. “I want you to fuck me, sir. I want to be possessed by you.” For the briefest moment, I was in my head and had the thought, ‘Is that something an English speaker would say?’ But his smile brought me back into the moment. “Good boy! Does my good boy want me to breed him? Do you want my babies?” He had three fingers inside me and the pressure was sending sparks through my body. “Yes, sir! Breed me! I want to sleep with your cum in my ass—ungh!”
He plunged his curved cock all the way in and I gasped. It wasn’t in pain but ecstasy; he’d prepared me well enough and I played with my ass often enough to keep it pliable. “Yeah, good boy. Take that cock, baby.” He fucked me in slow strokes and then rabbit punches while I held my long legs up, knees beside my ears. He turned and fucked me sideways, then upside down, as I stared at his powerful ass clenching and relaxing. He turned me onto my side, one leg raised to the ceiling as he kissed and bit my neck and I kept up a running commentary with my moans and “Yeses”. For a brief while, I was on my stomach, face in the pillow, getting pounded while feeling his entire weight on me. It was a feeling I treasured.
Finally, he pulled out. “Roll over, baby. I’m getting close and I want to look into your eyes when I fill you up.” Back in missionary, with my knees at my ears, he slid all the way in and back out slowly a few times, watching my ass lips stretch on the out-stroke, checking in on me. My eyes told him everything. I was his and I wanted this feeling to go on forever. By this point, my cock was leaking a steady stream that now started to puddle on my abs. He entered me and stayed in, picking up the pace. “I’m going to breed you, bitch. Are you ready?” He hadn’t used that term before, and the look on my face gave away how much I liked it. “Yes, sir! Breed my cunt and make it yours!”
He pounded away in quick strokes, then lowered his face. I raised my torso to kiss him as I felt the first contraction of his cock and knew he’d started to cum inside me. It happened again and again as we made out until his strength gave out and he lowered himself to lie on top of me. I had my hands in his thick hair as we panted until we could breathe normally again. “I’m going to pull out. Clench that cunt and hold it in, baby.” I followed his instructions as he withdrew. “Good boy.” His cock was glistening with the cocktail of his cum and whatever liquid my ass produced. “Sir, let me lick that clean for you.” He looked at me in surprise. “Oh, ho! My baby’s secretly a dirty pig, isn’t he?” He brought his cock up to my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it to lick it clean to the base. It had that strange, tangy taste that doesn’t come from semen alone, but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Good boy. Now let me rinse off. I need to head home and get a few hours of sleep before work tomorrow.”
He went to the bathroom and pissed for an eternity. I found myself wondering what it would taste like. It’s a fantasy I’ve occasionally entertained but never experienced.
As he got dressed, I threw on a tee-shirt, a pair of black jeans without underwear, and trainers without socks, made sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and led him back to the lobby. There was no one in the lift at that hour. He unbuttoned my jeans, let them fall, then slipped two fingers into my ass. He drew them out, glistening with his cum and fed it to me before kissing me further. I was nervous about the lift stopping while I was exposed, but he didn’t let me pull my jeans up until the automated system announced the ground floor. I had to turn my back to the opening door to re-button them. Thankfully, the lobby was nearly empty and there was no view from the reception to the bank of lifts. With a cheeky smile, he left. I watched his body from behind until he was out of slight, then went back upstairs to fall into a deep, restful sleep.
