1. The Hotel Hookup


    Date: 4/3/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byblatant_bi_guy, Source: Literotica 

    I knocked on the hotel door around 8pm. 312.

The guy was older than my regular partners. My guys were 48 and 50. This guy looked into his 60's.

I'm neither a prude nor ageist. He appeared to be well built and was very handsome. Stark white hair with light brown eyes. He had a mustache that only a few guys can pull off in an attractive manner. Nowadays he'd remind me of Christopher Plummer.

He wore a pajama set like older men did. It almost looked formal, like he was sleeping to be watched and judged. Light blue with white piping.

"How are you tonight? He asked. I replied something positive. "That's good." He seemed genuine.

He motioned me in and sat down on the bed, leaning backwards. "I hope you don't mind if we...just get into things? I have a meeting early in the morning." I nodded in reply.

He stood and undid his pants, lowering them to the ground and stepping away. My eyes went immediately to his crotch.

It was limp. It was big. Despite his impressive hang, his sack dangled lower. "You're good for blowjobs? More?"

"Whatever you like." I replied. He moved towards me and, with a hand on my shoulder, influenced me downwards.

The tufts of hair surrounding his base were scented with hotel soap. His shaft, even limp, had extraordinary detail. A large, protruding vein wound up and around him, ending just below his impressive head, somehow as white as the shaft.

My tongue came out for an introductory lick. He was clean to the taste buds. My mouth, ...
    ... which had been dry and nervous up until now began slobbering like one of Pavlov's dogs.

The wetness in my mouth inspired him. Suddenly he was erect. My saliva became the lubricant for my hand as I surrounded his fat prick. The core of him was as hard as any guy a third of his age.

As I explored him I found his corona didn't drop off, but gradually angled back towards his shaft. It was almost hard to discern where one ended and the other began, except that large vein vanished.

His circumcision scar was invisible to the touch on his upper side, but had a distinct ridge of skin below. It was one of the only places on his rod that wasn't taut, rigid.

He was completely erect now. I knew I had five inches of him in my mouth...that was my limit...and my fist beyond my lips. He was easily 7". Not as thick as I'd first thought other than his base, which widened to an almost intimidating level.

That vein was a direct line to his heart. It twitched with every heartbeat. Every breath he took. It would surge against my tongue as I slowly worked him tip to root. I could feel it with my tongue, the fingers of my right hand as they slid along the constantly flowing spit trail.

He wasn't responsive to any work with my teeth, so I used my lips with my teeth pressing down on them to give him a tightness. I didn't suck his cock, I was giving him head. The only time I inhaled was to bring my cheeks against him.

"Mmm. That's nice. You're a good cocksucker. Talented. If I could ...
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