Date: Thu, 29 May 2014 16:50:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Joel M 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.