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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Dairy of a Bi Slut- My first story!
I was feeling insatiable.
The itch needed to be scratched.
I knew the reality. When it comes to the swift relief of carnal desires, it would be a male of the species who I would be calling upon tonight. The adage is true. Women fuck who they want, men fuck who they can. Sometimes that extends too simply who is available.
I downloaded the app. I never kept it on my phone. Only when I needed this release.
It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my penchant for cock. No, it was more that I view myself as straight. I may seek relief with a man, enjoy even crave the pleasures of penetration, but for me the touch of a woman would always take precedent. Whilst I could be with a man, I could never BE with a man.
I scanned those online. It wouldn’t take long. Within a minute my inbox had five messages, “Hey”, “Hi” Alright Mate “ASL” and “fun?”.
I scanned the profiles. One stood out “LiverpoolDock”.
The profile line read”. Staying in hotel for work- fun wanted after 10pm”.
This seemed perfect. Genuine no strings fun, one night and gone never to be seen again. I replied.
“Looking for discrete fun, more bottom than top”
“Ok" came the reply with a picture.
He looked cute and not the murdering type. Is it a concern that instantly my horniness is somewhat curtailed by the reality of the obvious risk I am taking.
“Room 306- but I’ll need to let you in”
I dressed. I picked my clothes for function, not look. Clothes that were quick to take off, and more importantly put back on if there was a need to leave at pace. Shoes were an important choice. Slips on for speed, but also hard enough to deliver a defensive kick if necessary.
I lay on my bed and lubed myself ready. I did this every time I met someone with the intention of bottoming. You can never had too much lube. This guy claimed to be big, so I inserted my chrome butt plug to begin the stretching. Sometimes guys care little for a bottoms comfort. I had learned this to my detriment. I was ready.
A few details exchanged and we swapped meeting details. I would message when outside and he would meet me at the hotel door.
I arrived in the car park and the normal wave of anxiety greeted me. It would pass.
I messaged “here”.
The wait for the reply seemed infinite. Was this a cruel trick?
The reply came, “at the door”.
There was no talk. He was what I expected and true to his photos. I simply followed him into his hotel room, I noted the room number 304, not 306. A warning sign or just someone very afraid of being unmasked for enjoying gay sex? I paused, it was the latter
I was a little nervous. He walked ahead. I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or if this was a regular thing for him and he had a routine. I went inside.
The room was standard, like one of a thousand I had been before, it’s attempts at comfort serving to reinforce its sterility.
Without speaking I began to remove my clothes. I took off each item one by one. I was naked before him and immediate dropped to my knees. As he undid his trousers I reached out and stroked his cock through his underwear. It wasn’t hard but felt like it had begun to swell.
Pulling down his boxers
I took him unhesitant in my mouth, instantly I felt him stiffen. I worked the shaft. It was smooth, and nicely shaved. It tasted clean and fresh. He had messaged to say he’d showered. I wondered, a closet gay guy, a married straight guy. I didn’t care. He had said he was nine inches, but that was an exaggeration. He was 7 being generous and of average gith. Still, I didn’t mind. He was longer than me for sure, but mine had a girth that his did not.
I gagged myself on his length. I forced my head downwards, mindful of my teeth on his skin. I could just fit him all in my mouth, though I wretched on the last inch. I worked his shift, licking, sucking, twirling my tongue around his engorged head. I could taste the salt of his pre-cum on my tongue
“You’re good at sucking cock”
I glanced at the mirror on the wall, catching a glimpse of myself, hard cock in my mouth and me working it feverishly into the side of my cheek.
I could see my cock was still flaccid, and I used my free hand to tease my balls as I sucked. It was good, though I wanted to feel stretched, this was very much the warmup.
To rest my jaw, I took him in my hand. As I stroked his shaft.
He moans. Its all over, my hand is covered in hot cum. I look up. The fun had scarcely begun.
“I have no idea where that came from. You’re good”
I felt disappointment, but then a glimmer of hope His erection hadn’t dissipated.
“Do you think you’re going to stay hard”
“Not sure, I’ll try”
I pulled the butt plug out and handed him a condom He dutifully unfurled the prophylactic down his length. Getting on all fours, I reached back and spread my cheeks. I was ready. I knew that there would be no pain, just that wonderfully full feeling that comes from being penetrated anally by a cock.
He pushed inside, gripped my hips and thrusted. For a moment I felt that wonderful surge of being penetrated for the first time. But alas I could feel already he was going soft. He came out of me involuntarily, and despite attempts to re-enter, he couldn’t. It was over.
“Can I top you?”
“Maybe next time.” The diplomatic no and never.
I stood up and dressed, quickly and efficiently. There was no awkwardness, but the sterility of the atmosphere matched the sterility of the room. It had been functional, perfunctory. I had simply been holes, he simply a cock.
“Thank you” I said, turned and walked out the door.
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