For the longest time, I was unsure if I was going to write this up. I couldn’t decide how I felt about the whole thing. After letting it sit and just percolate for a couple weeks, I think I have formed an opinion on my recent encounter with another guy. It was a let down overall.
I had talked to this person for a bit, and actually one attempt at meeting had fallen apart but things fell in place and we were attempting again. He would be driving through town, and decided to stay the night. So I was going to go over and meet him at his motel room that night.
I arrived at his room about 8:30 and knocked lightly. We shake hands as I walk in. He sits back at his laptop on the table and I sit on the corner of the bed. There is palpable nervousness in the air. We wind up with small talk, talking about football and fantasy leagues. It helped establish some comfort. However the talking went on a little long, but finally action was happening.
We both stripped down, he left his socks on. That really should have been my first clue. He was as tall as me, maybe shorter, but thinner, kinda wiry. He reached over and started stroking my cock. I lay back on the bed and let him do his thing. He commented how he liked my cock then proceeded to go down on me. He was actually pretty decent, and it felt good, I was enjoying myself. After a few minutes, he said he would have come by now. That should have been clue number two.
As he sat back, I reached over and started stroking his cock. It was a nice one, little longer than mine, and about the same width. He went ahead and lay back on the bed, and I stroked him to hardness. I couldn’t wait any longer and started running my tongue up and down his shaft. Swirling it around the head, teasing and tonguing the frenulum, then taking him in my mouth and going down slowly. I dunno about him, but damn I am enjoying myself.
I move up and down on him for a bit, then trail my tongue down and lick and gently suck his balls, stroking his cock as I did it. Licking my way back up his length, I took him in my mouth again, and restarted again, this time stroking as I sucked. I stopped sucking, but continued steadily jacking him off as I made some comment. Then with no warning, he was coming. If he was still in my mouth and gave me no warning, he’d be driving off minus a dick.
After a clean up, I lie back and he started sucking on me again, and again, he is pretty good. I am enjoying it a lot but then he stops and starts stroking me. Then is starts getting half assed, and it looks like he is watching the TV. I try to spur things along with offering to do it myself, seeing if that might do something. He let’s me and then gets a drink of his beer, watches some TV, and then comes back and sorta plays with my balls some. At this point, I have pretty much lost any feeling of arousal, so I just stop. I guess once he got his, he was riding the waves of indifference. It goes back to talking and after awhile, I know nothing else is happening so get dressed. We chat for a bit but then I say it is getting late and take off.
So overall, this was kind of a sucky encounter. Almost there for two hours, and only about ah alf hour of sex and I didn’t get mine. However, what makes it so hard for me to completely rule this craptacular, and this is sad, is that I got to play with some cock. It had been so long since getting to play with a guy, and longer still since he was of a size I could actually go down on. I enjoyed that right there, even though short lived, so damn much. So, a small silver lining, in the otherwise dark cloud of an encounter.