Friendly Skies

Friendly Skies

A lot of down-low men hook up while they are away on business travel. In fact, I think many of these men take such jobs so they will have an excuse to be away from the wife and kids.

Earlier this week I had such a hookup. I met “Calvin” online while I was working from home. He had flown into a nearby airport for a business meeting and had some time on his hands. Would I mind coming over and fucking the hell out of him?

When I arrived at his room and hour and a half later he welcomed me in and told me to sit down and be comfortable because he had to make some phone calls. He handed me the remote control to the flat screen TV and invited me watch whatever I wanted.

Calvin is a small-built, brown-skinned black guy. I doubt he is taller than five feet seven or so. Handsome, very masculine and all-business. He was hot to imagine he could be in a boardroom meeting early in the day and getting banged by a man in his hotel room just hours later.

Calvin got on the phone with a woman. He said she was just a friend. But I could tell he was lying. He had a wedding band with diamonds on his left hand. And the woman kept calling back, nagging him about how to go online to make a doctor’s appointment and quizzing him about whether this or that bill was paid.

So I knew it was his wife. Only wives did shit like that, rarely girlfriends.

After he got off the phone the fucking commenced. Calvin was what I call a “power bottom” — a male who likes to take dick but is not passive in the act. He was like a director making his own private porno movie.

We did some foreplay for awhile and then he was ready to put my long dick in his plump, bubble-shaped ass.

“Ooooh, you don’t know how good that dick feels,” he moaned after I managed to fit it in him. “Fuck me harder.”

I pounded him into the bed missionary style, his legs splayed to allow me to dig in deeper. I have never seen a guy enjoy getting fucked so much before. Goose pimples erupted all over Calvin’s chest, his eyeballs rolled back in his head and his eyelids flickered like he was in a trance. I could literally feel his ass muscles trembling around my dick.

“Fuck me in the mirror now,” he commanded me. So we got up and walked to the foyer of his hotel room, stood in front of a mirror hanging on the wall and kept going, fucking standing up with me behind him. I lifted his right leg so he could see the reflection of my dick snaking into him.

“Damn, look at that — that’s hot,” Calvin said.

Then we moved back to the bed and I fucked him on the edge with his face down on the mattress. To get more leverage I braced my feet against the wall behind the bed and use my legs to push my dick into his ass, which by now was wet and loose.

“Where do you want to cum on me,” he asked. “You can come on my face, wherever you want.”

So I made him kneel on the floor between the two queen-sized beds in his room and jerked off while he nibbled my thighs and lapped his tongue on my balls. I soon busted a load of hot creamy nutt all over his shoulders.

He showed his appreciation by cumming just moments later, jerking off his small, curved penis.

Calvin said he would be back in town in a few weeks. Maybe we will hook up again.


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