1. Airbnb-Surprise encounter


    Date: 10/10/2023, Categories: Bisexual, Author: Voyager 

    ... as he began to thrust his hips in a fucking motion, rubbing our two cocks together in delicious friction. I had never seen this before but later learned that this particular thing was common and called ‘frotting’.

This continued for a few minutes, with both of us standing naked, my hands on my hips and head back, enjoying the sensations. Abruptly, he stopped and, pulling me by my dick, led me to the bed. He adjusted the pillows at the headboard and comfortably positioned himself, legs spread, and began stroking himself.

“Straddle me,” he said in a tone that just assumed I would comply, which I did. I had a horrible thought that he might want me to try to sit on that thing, but this fear was put to rest when he grabbed my right ass cheek with his left hand and moved me forward.

The thing that happened next continues to amaze me to this day. He opened his mouth and began to move his mouth up and down on my swollen cock, as he continued to stroke his own swollen cock. I recovered quickly from my shock and, placing my hands on the headboard, surrendered myself to the pleasure he was giving me.

I have no idea how long this went on, but suddenly, he pulled his mouth off my dick and groaned; I felt a warm shot splatter up my ass crack. I felt my own orgasm beginning to build and began to stroke myself as another thick rope of his cum hit my ass. He then said, “Shoot off on my chest.” I got off and, on my knees next to him, leaned over and began to pump my dick. He ...
    ... shot another thick rope out of that huge dick, and it splattered all over my hand and over onto the head of my own dick. This sent me over the edge, and I began to shoot all over his chest as I watched the final three of four shots from that angry, purple head of his cock.

We both finished, breathing heavily, and I said. “Damn, that was nice.” I looked down at the massive pool of cum on his stomach and chest and said, “You just got out of the shower, though; let me clean you up.”

I went to the bathroom, grabbed two washcloths, and ran warm water over them. I took them back into the bedroom where James was lying, eyes closed and legs spread. I cupped his huge balls with the washcloth and gently squeezed them. I washed them and then lifted his thick shaft, and as usual, was amazed that it was still heavy and semi-hard. I rubbed it with the warm cloth, and a small shot of cum erupted out and ran down the underside. I licked it off before I enveloped it completely with the cloth and washed it until it was pristine. I used the other cloth to address the puddle of cum on his stomach, and soon it was pristine as well. He stopped me from cleaning his chest, saying that he wanted to leave this on there for a while. I felt strangely flattered and gratified by this request. He said that he needed a nap, and then he was off to work. I got up, put my robe on, and bid him farewell.

I was cinching my robe as I walked downstairs, still pondering the amazing events that had just ...
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