Tired Daddy

Indianapolis—February, 2018

I was on my way to St. Louis for my second of the annual business trips I take in February.   I knew I didn’t want to make the trip in one day—mostly so I could have an extra night of play on the road.  On the spur of the moment, I decided to stop in Indy.  I debated about just hitting one of the bathhouses, but knew I would be doing that in St. Louis.  Maybe a good motel romp would make more sense.

I got on BBRT.  I was new meat.  I got a fair amount of chat—mostly from men out of town.  Or guys who wanted to wait for the weekend.  Two local men were persistent.  One eventually vanished.  That left a good looking guy in his late 40’s.  He couldn’t play at home.  He was close to my hotel on the west side.  He had a screen name that suggested he liked big dick of a darker shade than mine, but he seemed willing to make do.  He had to finish one thing before he left the house.  I looked at the clock.  It was only a little after 7pm.  Great.

8pm.  Nothing.

9pm.  Nothing.

Just before 10pm he was telling me his shower was done and he was leaving the house.  He was no more than 10 minutes away.

10:30pm  Nothing.

I checked.  He was still online.  I wrote a quick note saying that this was ridiculous.  I punched the send button and there was a knock at the door…

He comes in.  He’s maybe 6’ 1”, 170 or so with dark brown hair.  He apologizes about the delay.  His kids wouldn’t settle for the night.  “Why didn’t you just write that? “ I want to say, but he’s stripping and at that moment his ass is revealed.  It’s hairless and perfectly shaped—and very white in the spill of the light I’ve left on in the bathroom.

I have stripped one bed to play on—to reserve the other for sleeping.  I move him towards it when he’s fully naked.  His eyes are glued to my yellow jock.  He gets to his knees.  He’s projected being really tired from the moment he’s walked in.  He finds some energy now as he takes my cock out of the pouch.  He hefts it.  It swells some more before his eyes.  He takes me in his mouth.  And to the root.  He’s a natural.  My cock finishes hardening deep inside him.  I moan as he pulls off it.  I want more.  I grab his head and fuck his face.  He lets me, but now there is not much enthusiasm.  He pulls off me again and flings himself face down on the bed.

I kneel behind him.  I sink my face into that great looking ass.  My tongue finds his hole.  There is no arching of his back, no grinding back to tell me it feels good.  He lies there and lets me do it.  I do, at least for the moment.  I pull his cheeks apart and my tongue goes deeper.

No response.

I stand up and sink my entire length into him.  The only response is to open his popper bottle.  I fuck him on all fours.

I fuck him flat on the bed.

I go around to have him suck me again. 

I get him up and tell him to bend over next to the full length mirror.  This revives him for a moment as his eyes focus on the big dick entering his hot looking ass and for the first time he’s involved in the fuck.  I actually get a moan of pleasure out of him.  Then he hits the poppers, looks away and retreats into his own world.

I lie on the bed and tell him to ride me.  Again, since he has to do some work, he’s a little more involved.  Way too soon, he flops off me to ‘catch his breath.’

We’ve fucked for close to an hour.  I decide I’ve had enough.  I put him on all fours.  Taste his ass.  Enter and shoot my load.

It’s one step up from masturbation.

He thanks me, cleans up and takes off for home.

I love going to sleep with the smell of the man/men still on me.  Tonight I use a wash cloth and a lot of very hot water.