ordering in

the door opens. but just a sliver, so i can only see an eye, a nostril and part of his mouth. the room beyond him is dark - his features in shadow.

"you're for what i requested?"
i shrug my shoulders. "yeah. they sent me. you called - i came.

the door opens wide. he's in slacks and untucked shirtsleeves. barefoot. older guy in his 40s. salt/pepper hair and five o'clock shadow. good looking in a taciturn way.

"we'll see about that." he finally says. he stands to the side. i slink past him.

i’m on 24th floor of a hotel just off the mag mile. it's one of the better (read: expensive) hotels, so i had to arrive early to walk past the lobby without being stopped. as i enter, i see the room isn't as dark as i first thought - just heavily dimmed. as expected, it's a big room with upscale decor. there's a closed laptop on the desk by the window. a suit jacket is hanging from the desk chair. i look at the nightstand: there's a bottle of lube and a few condoms on top.

i take my coat off. i'm in basic dress mode: jeans, sneakers. fitted gray tee.

i casually extend my arms out to the side. "you like?"

he looks me up and down. this goes on a second too long; he’s being deliberate and wants me to know it. then, out of nowhere, emerges a cocky smile.

"you'll do."

i stand by the bed as he takes his clothes off. he's got a daddy's body to match the face. clipped chest hair. hairy legs, with nice quads and hams. he's meaty all over in a well-built way – but has a hint of a paunch. muscle gone slightly to seed – which only looks good on the right sort of man. he's working the ex-coach vibe well and knows it.

"you know what to do?" he asks. "they tell you what i like?"

this time i stare. and i slowly - deliberately - stick my hands in my pockets. he gets the hint - walks over to the chair and pulls a white envelope out of the interior pocket of his suit jacket and places it on the desk. then, he sits down.

i strip down to black briefs. i go kneel in front of him. i pull his waistband down and his dick pops out.

it's decent looking. cut and around seven inches, it has a slighly larger-than-average head that comes to a slight point. not something from TIM or machofucker - but still a good size. it curves sharply upward, which makes the next step easy: i put it in my mouth.

"yeah." he tilts his had back. mouth open.

i've said it before - i give great head. i may not get fucked, but i know other ways to work a guy’s dick. more importantly - i enjoy giving great head. my trick? variation. unless a guy really digs something i'm doing with my mouth/tongue - i keep it random. also? i keep my tongue in the back of my mouth, with no teeth and plenty of spit. when your dick is in my mouth, i want it to feel like the best hole you ever stuck your dick into it.

his hands are on my head. but lightly – and barely guiding – which is always a good sign. that means i’m leading rather than following. and that means i’m giving him the kind of head he likes.

i pull away and spit strings connect from my mouth to the head of his dick. he looks down at me. i return the look – while sticking my thumb and forefinger in my mouth. i work them in and out, then reach forward and tweak his nipple. and i do the same with the other. his hips buck forward; he presses my head back down to his crotch.

a few more minutes. i stop again to lick my hand. this time, I work my tongue on the spot between his dick and hole, while jacking his dick with my spit-lubed hand.

“you like that cock, don’t you, son?”, he says.

with the right guy, in the right place – i become a total Sub. where being told what to do is almost as much a turn on as the actual act. this is one of those times. again, i pull away. i expect him to get irritated – but he just looks at me. dead in the eye. waiting.

i take this opportunity to play with his dick. it’s really hard now - with smaller veins striated all along the shaft. i (lightly) slap it around my hands. jack the shaft. lick his balls. i put just the head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. then, i dive back down to swallow his entire dick, using it to reverse pile-drive my face. his head is hitting the back of my throat. my mouth can’t hold back all the spit i’m using; it’s running down his dick into his pubes.

his dick goes really hard. then, he says:

"i’m gonna shoot. i’m gonna cream in your mouth."

he’s part telling me and part asking. mouth full, i look up – hold his eye – and nod.

"ah...fuck."

his hands clamp down on my head. a pretty decent amount of cum is dumped in my mouth; salty, hot, with a faint taste of peanuts (no pun intended). i pull away, leaving some cum sliding down his dick.

we stay like that: him sitting, me kneeling in front of him. finally he says,

"you want to get off or do you need to head out?"

at this point, there’s no way i’m gonna be able to walk normally without popping out a load. wordlessly, i take his hand and slide it around his dick. after his hands been sufficiently greased with cum-spit, i stand up and place it on my dick.

he understands. he greases my dick up, taking slow, full strokes. we both stare at my dick, now wet with my spit and frothy with his cum.

i pretty much shoot immediately.

i wipe myself up and dress as he throws his shirt back on. we move toward the door.

"so," i start, "was that what you were looking for?"
he smiles. "fuck yeah, guy. you put on a damn good show."
"you were pretty good yourself," i say as i head towards the door. "not bad for a guy who has never role-played before."
he smiles again, clearly pleased. "i almost forgot we talked this out via manhunt."
exiting, i grin. "yeah. me too."