I gathered up my blindfold and short flogger, and headed down to his hotel for this, our first meeting.
He met me at the door, and damn, but he was even better looking in person: Dark blond hair, blue eyes, a ruddy beard so thick it looks unreal.
Well, he invited me in, and embraced. He smells good, too, I thought. He offered me a gin and tonic, and we sat down to drink our cocktails and talk. About thirty minutes into the chat, he was staring into my eyes very directly, so I stared back, holding his glance. I figured now was the time to make my move, so moved closer to him and kissed him, softly, gently and pulled back slowly. I grabbed his arms and pulled him close to me and kissed him again, tangling our mustaches. My cock was shifting in my jeans, stretching and filling the space. We continued kissing and exploring, his tongue and mine dancing a minuet in our mouths, darting back and forth, feeling the rate of our breathing increasing. I put my arms around him and crushed him against me, holding him close, and he started to pull my shirt up and off, the little mink. Well, I let him take it off and he rubbed his face against my hairy chest, murmuring his appreciation.
“Turn-about is fair play,” I said to him, as I lifted his shirt from his body. He’s a walking carpet, could give
I stood up and pulled him up with me, then put his arms around my neck, and grabbed his legs, lifting him up and wrapping them around me, while I carried him to the bedroom of his hotel suite, kissing him all the while. I don’t think anyone had ever done that before, because it made a delighted giggle escape his lips. I tossed him on the bed and jumped up on him, smothering him with kisses, my body atop his, his legs tangled with mine. We rolled around in the big bed for what seemed like an hour, but I had to get up and show him the toys I brought. He looked at me skeptically, but assured him that he was going to enjoy it, and that if he said “stop” I’d immediately stop, and if he said “slowdown” we’d give him some breathing space, so he donned the blindfold. My dick surged even harder when he put it on.
Blindfolded, prone, with cock and balls down between his legs, I introduced him to my flogger, running its leather cords up and down his hairy body, lightly. Best not to scare him too soon, y’know? Soon, though, he was writhing about, so I started using the flogger to strike his feet, the backs of his knees, inside thighs, his ass, armpits, wherever he looked sensitive. His sounds were growing louder and more insistent as I started flogging his ass and balls and the head of his dick, then to his feet and back, then back to his ass and balls. Crack! a sharp whip-crack on his balls had him squealing. Crack! another on his asshole and he was really feeling it. His dick was hard and drooling, and he was getting really into it.
I got up near his face and started rubbing the head of my dick across his beard and lips, he hungrily took me in. I flipped him over and positioned him to take me deeper into his throat. He gagged a bit, so I withdrew and we tried again, pumping my cock down his throat again and again. He couldn’t take all of me but he was game about it, so we kept it up. He was getting more and more turned on by my throat-fucking, and not too long into it he shot a big sticky load all over the furry body of his. Seeing that spurred my efforts and he was soon rewarded with the sweet-salty taste of my seed, shot on his tongue, beard, chest and belly.
Panting,
I lowered myself down onto him, and our loads mingled together on our bellies and chests. We cuddled for about a half-hour, then it was midnight, and i had to get home, so we cleaned up a bit, and said goodnight.
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