A Hooker I'm Not

Sometime when things are just so, some xxx man tell us to do things and we lack the will power to resist our little nasty urges. We who suck know that feeling, or sometimes discover it unexpectedly.

For me it was at an airport. I once went to the DFW airport because I’d heard there were hookers working the bars of the big hotels there. I was in a hotel bar when I figured out that there were no hookers around. The place was kinda deserted and I ended up sitting at the bar beside a guy named Frank from Chicago. He bought me drink and we chatted for a couple of minutes about sports and what have you and then told me, “I came down to the bar for a blowjob.”

When I told him, "Good luck. There’s no hookers around,” he just laughed and said, "No dummy, you're gonna do it."

I kept shaking my head, "NO," but I still got up when he did and followed him to the elevator and on up to his room. Needless to say, Frank had me pegged and I learned something about myself that changed my life.

There was nothing remarkable about Frank. He was just an average looking guy. About five foot eight, one hundred and forty pounds, starting to go bald, a slight paunch. The kind of guy that you’d pass on the street and not even notice.

In the room I just stood there like a dummy and watched Frank strip and then lay down on the big queen size bed. He wasn’t any more impressive naked than he was with his clothes on. Soft he was about three inches long about a third of which was head and the rest wrinkled foreskin.

He never even raised his voice or talked aggressive but in his room I was powerless to resist him. When he told me to strip and join him, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slid off onto the floor. As I was unzipping my slacks he used his thumb and forefinger to slowly stroke himself. Kicking off my loafers, I lowered my slacks and stepped out of them. Now stripped down to my jockeys and climbed up on to the foot of the bed.

I paused there on my hands and knees and stared. This was the first time I’d ever seen and an adult guy cock so I was puzzled. I was naïve at the time and didn’t know what a ‘grower’ was so I was curious about it sudden growth. Raising his right foot, Frank rested it on my left shoulder and then brought it down and rubbed it around on my chest. When he raised it to my face my cheeks turned scarlet from embarrassment but without being told I kissed the sole and sucked on his toes.

Straightening out his leg, Frank bent it at the knee, hooking it behind my head and pulling my head toward his crotch. I was surprised to see that his three inches had grown to over six. His foreskin was pulled back so tight that he looked circumcised. Exposed, his mushroom shaped head was slightly bigger than the shaft.

Knowing what was expected of me I kinda dove in, so to speak as I ran my tongue down the full length of his shaft and to his balls. My supple tongue flicked rapidly across his balls, licking them all over and then sucking them into my mouth. Frank moaned, “Uuuugh,” and arched his back up towards me as I worked his cum swollen balls.

Then I worked my way back up his shaft and ran my tongue over the velvety head of his cock. Frank groaned as I ran my tongue in his piss hole to get a small dab of his pre-cum beading up there.

Then as I slowly moved forward, Frank lightly grabbed the sides of my head, guiding my mouth to his cock. Opening my mouth, I inhaled, loving the scent of it, just slightly musky mixed with the scent of soap.

Closing my lips, I engulfed his cock. I couldn’t believe it; I was sucking for intents and purposes a total stranger’s cock. Someone I’d just met in the bar down stairs. There I was, between h Frank’s legs happily gobbling his stiff cock. I was moaning, “Uuuum,” softly and making wet slurping sounds as I pumped my mouth up and down the shaft of his stiff cock. My hands danced sensuously up his thighs until my right hand cradled his balls. First time or not, I wasn't just suck cock. I was making a serious production of it.

Pushing me way, Frank spread his legs and pulled his knees up towards his shoulders. I pulled his butt cheeks apart, lowered my face and licked his taint, that acutely sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. Then sliding my tongue all the way down, I circled his puckered ass with excruciatingly slow, teasing circles. My supple tongue dancing around Frank’s tight star, making him moan and squirm with pleasure.

Laughing, I stiffened my tongue and poked it right past his puckered sphincter. Then I started pumping it in and out, the same way that I wanted his cock to do to my mouth later. I could tell by the way it twitched, the feeling of me fucking his ass with my tongue sent new sensations up the shaft of Frank’s purple veined shaft.

Unable to take the pressure, Frank grabbed my hair and forced my face away.

After regaining my breath I leaned over and took Frank’s hard cock back in my mouth and started sucking it with complete abandonment. My head was bobbing up and down and my fingers lightly caressing his balls. I stop sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft where a guy is the most sensitive.

I was reluctant when Frank first brought me to his room but now I wanted to suck him off. I wanted him to cum as much as he could in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum and feel it running down my throat.

Without taking my mouth away from Frank’s cock I move around and on top of him in the 69 position. Knees on either side of his head, I moved my legs, giving him free access to my cock.

It was a weird feeling at first. I stroked my hand over Frank’s cock, enjoying the twitch it made as he reacted to my stroking. At the same time I felt his first touches as well. Frank handled my cock with assurance than I was handling his. He knew instinctively how hard he could squeeze or stroke or pinch. I loved having my nuts scratched and stretched and Frank played my cock like a virtuoso.

I leaned closer and inhaled the scent of his groin. It was clean but masculine and the aroma drove me wild. I moved my face lower, enveloping his cock in my mouth. This position didn't allow for a lot of head movement so I settled for some deep sucking and plenty of hand action on his shaft and balls.

The sensations I was receiving from my cock were wonderful and they drove me to new heights. I wanted to give Frank as much pleasure as he was giving me.

We laid there for at least half an hour, pleasuring each other with nibbles, licks and sucks. I tried not to do the same thing for too long as I wanted to keep Frank guessing. I think he took the hint as well because I couldn't tell what he was going to do next.

Frank looked up, catching my attention. "Slow down, boy," he said, "I'm getting close and I want this to last, okay?"

"Sure thing, Frank," I mumbled as I backed off allowing him to cool down enough so that the urge to cum abated.

We teased each other with licks and nibbles for a few more minutes. I could feel Frank's balls tighten like mine were. "I'm ready whenever you are," I mumbled as I bobbed up and down, sucking Frank's cock with renewed vigor.

About a minute later I got my reward, a nice hot load of salty. My orgasm wasn't far behind as I cummed just as he was finishing.

When I was done I flopped over on my back, breathing heavily from my orgasm. We lay like that, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Frank spoke first. “That was fucking awesome, buddy. I really enjoyed that. I loved the feel of my cock exploding in your mouth while yours was shooting in mine. It was so intense that it was hard to concentrate on what I was doing there at the end. It was a lucky thing for me when you walked into the bar with that I need a male dick look on your face."

I went away confused but happy. It was a couple of months before I sucked another cock. But I did suck another one. More than one actually. It was in a viewing booth in an adult bookstore in Kennedale, a suburb of Fort Worth. From the glory holes in the viewing booths I branched out to the movie theater in the back of the Log Cabin, the adult bookstore up on the hill.