Sample the cuisine

My thinking is very simple. When you travel, you should always make time to same the local boi cuisine.

I left Texas Wednesday afternoon and arrived in Nashville a bit later than planned (seems like air travel is less reliable than ever). After dinner, I tried to line up someone for some play time. It was not meant to be. A few guys that seemed promising failed to get serious enough. A couple were looking for something during the day Thursday. That would not work for me. So, Wednesday night was a bust. I did have a few leads for Thursday night.

Once I completed my work Thursday afternoon, I got online again and posted another ad. I also followed up with the leads from the previous night. One of them was serious and we made arrangements to meet at my hotel.

He was a few minutes late, but I saw him get out of his car. He looked like his picture. I got the text message shortly after that. He was in the lobby. I gave him my room number. You know I love to stretch the limits of my bottoms, but he was not into that. So, when he knocked, I let him in. A goodlooking red head (I love red bush) walked in. Early 30s. Fair skin. Probably about 6 foot and slim. Great smile. He was a little nervous but excited at the same time.

Once the door was closed I grabbed his crotch and asked him what he came for. He got shy on me, but when I asked a second time, he smiled and said he was on the hunt for dick. So, not one to disappoint, I pushed him down on his knees and pulled his face into my crotch.

We stripped and played with each other's bodies. I told him to stick his tongue out and I laid my dick on his tongue. He wanted to suck but I made him wait for a minute. Then I told him to use his tongue to outline the head of my dick. I love that feeling. Then I let him suck it.

Hard as a rock, I had him lay on the bed with his head hanging off the edge. I face fucked him. He took it like a man with very little gag reflex. Nice. He had a big dick (I love a big dicked bottom). I sucked on it while I fucked his face. Then I jerked him a bit.

I asked him if his ass was ready. He said his ass had been ready since he walked in. I hopped up on the bed and he sat on my dick. It's not my favorite position. The sensations are simply not as exciting. But it is usually the easiest way for a bottom to get used to my thick dick. This boi had aspirations to devour my dick with his ass. But once he tried, he quickly slowed down and eased himself onto my dick. Once fully inserted, he paused to get used to it. Then the boy turned into a wild man. We flipped over and I fucked him in several positions.

After I came, I started jerking him off. I wouldn't let him touch himself at all. As he would get close, I would stop. He would reach to finish the job but I would stop him. Then I would start back again. This went on for a bit. He wanted to blow. So, I asked him how much he wanted to cum - what was it worth to him. He said he'd do anything I asked. I wanted to fuck him again. He liked that.

So, I fucked him again. I wanted to make it last as long as I could. So, when I would get close, I would slow down. When I couldn't take it any more, I blew.

He had earned the chance to blow his load. But, not before I had a little more fun. I started jerking him off again, and when he got close, I stopped. He looked pitiful. I know he thought he was in for another round of me playing games with him. After a short pause, I got serious and he blew his load pretty soon. But my games were not over. I kept jerking him off. His dick was sensitive. He was struggling on one hand, but enjoying it on the other. I intended to keep it up until he could not take it any more. Cruel? Perhaps, but can you call it cruel when the boy loves it??

I worked in Nashville again Friday and then flew Friday night for my holiday weekend trip. More on that later. Seems like in my case, sexual exploits are either feast or famine. Some weeks I can't seem to get any. Other weeks, I get lots of ass. Well, this week was a feast.