1 Aug 2013

Stories: Blind Date

Category: Stories

I make it to the Embassy Suites right on time and navigate my way through the large atrium of a lobby. I locate the second phone to the right of the elevators and, as promised, find the key card hidden underneath it. Key in hand, I head up to his room and open the door onto a large, dark hotel room illuminated only by the city lights coming in through the partially drawn curtains. I remain by the door for a minute to allow my eyes to adjust. Slowly, I focus on my prize: The dude I met on Adam4Adam lying naked on his back, head hanging over the foot of the bed, blindfolded with what looks like a black undershirt.

I step towards him, scanning the room for anyone lurking in the shadowy corners. I’m a little nervous, which is always hot, and my cock is doing it’s best to push its way out of my pants. I drop to my knees so that my face is more level with his and inspect the merchandise. He has dark brown hair – long enough to grab yet short enough for the business exec visiting from Atlanta he claims to be. He is clean shaven and looks fairly pale in this light. He gasps when I trace my index finger across his Adam’s apple and down his smooth, muscular neck. He tips his head further back as though he wants me to kiss him.

Not yet, pretty-boy.

I rub my hand down his chest, which causes him to moan and writhe a little. He is thin, yet defined, and he either shaves his body or is amazingly smooth for a thirty-something-year-old. His cock is rock hard and curving up against his belly-button: It’s probably around seven inches but looks huge against his small frame. His online profile claims he is 5’10” but I’m guessing he’s a little shorter, though it’s hard to tell at this angle. I stand up and take another look around the room, finding the lube, condoms and bottles of water on the nightstand just as he promised.

Good boy.

I kick off my shoes and strip down to my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I straddle his head and squat down so that my ball sack is crushing his face, making his cock jump. He reaches up and rubs his hands over my thighs as he inhales, then pulls me toward him and begins sucking on my balls through my briefs until they are drenched with his spit. I squat down lower, straining his neck and crushing his face until he taps me on the thighs like a wrestler tapping out.

Standing up and away from him, I allow him to catch his breath. He’s moving his head around as if searching for me through his blindfold, then opens his mouth wide to let me know he’s hungry. I peel my drenched briefs off, wrap my hands around the back of either side of his neck, and pull him further off the bed so that his head is dangling at the perfect angle. I grab his chin with one hand and cram my cock down his throat, pumping deeper and deeper until he is swallowing it to the hilt. He isn’t gagging at all, but I can tell by his silent intensity that he is unable to breathe with me so far down his throat. I hold this position while he begins to struggle but refuse to pull back until he taps out again on my thigh.

He is gasping and choking on his spit, but he grabs my thighs and pulls me in for more before I can even ask how he is doing. I repeat the scene over and over, pushing in so deep that he can’t breathe and making him hold it as long as he can until I sense that he is truly out of breath and in need of a small break. Still holding his chin for control, I drop to my knees and kiss his open mouth. He moans and begins twisting and writhing so much that he is falling off the bed, so I get in bed with him, pull him down, and climb on top of him to resume our kissing. He is more passionate than I would have imagined for a random hook-up, and I love the idea that, aside from the few photos in my profile, he still has no idea what I look like. His hands are moving up and down my body as though he is reading me by Braille and his cock is literally covered in precum.

I twist us around so that we are on our sides, facing each other in a 69 position, and begin licking his dick clean as he fights to maneuver himself back on my cock. He is a hungry little pig and seems to get into it the most when I am forcing him, so I roll him onto his back and cram my shaft down his throat. I start blowing him but sense he is close to shooting, so I pull away and begin fingering his tight little hole while I continue to fuck his face. His knees pull up as if on wires as soon as I probe his hole, and by the time I’m in past the first knuckle it is clear that his entire focus has shifted to his ass.

Pulling my dick out of his mouth, I move between his legs so I can give his ass the attention it needs. He is tight – crazy tight, and continues to moan and gasp as though I was shoving a tree trunk up his ass. Knowing he will never be able to take my dick while this tight, I lube up his ass and begin working in a second finger. He becomes silent as I work in my third finger and is lying so still I figure he is either deep in concentration of I’ve killed him.

He’s ready.

I slowly pull my fingers away and stroke his cock a few times until he bats at my hand. I love the way he gasps when he hears me tear open the condom wrapper. “Show me that ass, boy,” I growl at him, realizing it is the first time either of us have said anything since I walked in. He turns over and sticks his ass up at me, which is glistening with lube in the dim city lights. I climb on top of him and reach under his neck with my right hand while positioning my cock with my left. It’s a static jolt between us as I make contact with his hole, and I push in without restraint before he tries to stop me. He cries out as I go deeper and clutches my arm with both hands as though he is hanging on for life. I push all the way in and hold the position, licking the back of his neck as I allow him to adjust. I remain locked deep inside of him for several minutes until he finally begins to relax his death-grip. Now I’m ready to seriously pump his ass, pounding it into the bed. He cries out again, so I muffle him with my hand and put my weight into it. His ass is tight and feels amazing, and I have to slow down several times to keep from shooting. He bites me so hard at one point that I assume my hand is bleeding, but that just makes me pump him harder. His moans change to choking gasps and he gets louder and more feral with every pump.

I become frenzied as I tear into his hole until my balls pull tight and I know there’s no fucking way I can stop. I pull out at the last minute like a porn star and shoot all over his back and ass until I am gasping as hard as he is. I give myself a minute to catch my breath before turning him over to get him off, only to find a massive pool of cum all over the sheets: He must have shot his wad while I was fucking him, yet never even complained.

“Wow,” was the most succinct thing I can think of saying.

“Thank you,” were the first two words I’ve ever heard him say.

I lean in and kiss him. “Mind if I use your shower?”

He shakes his head, smiling. He has great teeth, and I’m tempted to fuck him all over again.

“Want to join me?”

Again, he shakes his head and smiles, so I stumble into the bathroom as though I am drunk and quickly rinse off. I return to find him lying spread eagle on his back just as I left him. I enjoy the view of his tight body smeared with drying jizz as I get dressed, then lean down and kiss him again. “Gonna lay there in our juices all night, you hot little fuck?”

He laughs and cuddles into the bed like a puppy as I let myself out. I want to ask him how long he is in town and if he wants a repeat performance, but I don’t want to ruin the buzz. I can always check in with him online tomorrow.

Enzo AKA: La-Dom-Bodybldr

13 comments for Stories: Blind Date

  • I went on a Blind date once, It did not start off as a blind date butt the Guy brought pepper spray. LOL

  • You are a hot fuck story teller, I felt I was there in the middle of you both. :)

  • Lmao @ cravenmoorhead that is to funny!!!

  • Hot story, i haven’t had a blind date in years, so it brought back nasty memories. What i liked about this story is the fact that both men were totally into the action of scene, the stranger who walks in a Hotel room to find a blind folded guy on the bed waiting to be played with. Even after things were done they both were still turned on to the point where they didn’t want things to end, but we all know reality wakes us up.

  • LMFAO@Cravenmoorhead!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Another ever so hot story of random unsafe sex that ends with our hero in emptiness waiting for the next episode of random unsafe empty sex.

    Wouldn’t it be more fruitful and more rewarding to spend the same amout of time building ongoing relationships with good buds?

  • You say blind date. I say random hotel hook up. Potato, tomahto.

  • Funny how it’s *always* 7 inches.

  • Loved this story – hot, Hot, HOT!!!

  • What a story,,, sounds almost convincing to me,, and would love to have been the guy on the bed and be the taker with this guy… He sounds really hot and love to suck and get cock . Come be my walk-in blind date…. yum

  • I love worshiping and massaging young guys feet up to age 29. Im 22 slim white. Hit me up on A4A guys TandH8. I love sweaty/smelly sneakers socks and feet. Im in the Central V.A. area.

  • What was the point of the bottle of mineral water? Lisp lubrication?

    I would recommend bringing a pocket flashlight to inspect for warts, herpes, Kaposi’s sarcoma, etc on such “blind dates”. Just sayin’.

  • Why Do All These Homosexuals Keep Sucking My Cock?

    Commentary • people • Opinion • ISSUE 34•13 • Oct 28, 1998
    By Bruce Heffernan

    Bruce Heffernan

    Look, I’m not a hateful person or anything–I believe we should all live and let live. But lately, I’ve been having a real problem with these homosexuals. You see, just about wherever I go these days, one of them approaches me and starts sucking my cock.

    Take last Sunday, for instance, when I casually struck up a conversation with this guy in the health-club locker room. Nothing fruity, just a couple of fellas talking about their workout routines while enjoying a nice hot shower. The guy looked like a real man’s man, too–big biceps, meaty thighs, thick neck. He didn’t seem the least bit gay. At least not until he started sucking my cock, that is.

    Where does this queer get the nerve to suck my cock? Did I look gay to him? Was I wearing a pink feather boa without realizing it? I don’t recall the phrase, “Suck my cock” entering the conversation, and I don’t have a sign around my neck that reads, “Please, You Homosexuals, Suck My Cock.”

    I’ve got nothing against homosexuals. Let them be free to do their gay thing in peace, I say. But when they start sucking my cock, then I’ve got a real problem.

    Then there was the time I was hiking through the woods and came across a rugged-looking, blond-haired man in his early 30s. He seemed straight enough to me while we were bathing in that mountain stream, but, before you know it, he’s sucking my cock!

    What is it with these homos? Can’t they control their sexual urges? Aren’t there enough gay cocks out there for them to suck on without them having to target normal people like me?

    Believe me, I have no interest in getting my cock sucked by some queer. But try telling that to the guy at the beach club. Or the one at the video store. Or the one who catered my wedding. Or any of the countless other homos who’ve come on to me recently. All of them sucked my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

    I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots?

    It screws with your head at other times, too. Every time a man passes me on the street, I’m afraid he’s going to grab me and drag me off to some bathroom to suck my cock. I’ve even started to visualize these repulsive cock-sucking episodes during the healthy, heterosexual marital relations I enjoy with my wife–even some that haven’t actually happened, like the sweaty, post-game locker-room tryst with Vancouver Canucks forward Mark Messier that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.

    Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be women trying to suck my cock, which would be adultery and would make me feel tremendously guilty. As it is, I’m just angry and sickened. But believe me, that’s enough. I don’t know what makes these homosexuals mistake me for a guy who wants his cock sucked, and, frankly, I don’t want to know. I just wish there were some way to get them to stop.

    I’ve tried all sorts of things to get them to stop, but it has all been to no avail. A few months back, I started wearing an intimidating-looking black leather thong with menacing metal studs in the hopes that it would frighten those faggots off, but it didn’t work. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Then, I really started getting rough, slapping them around whenever they were sucking my cock, but that failed, too. Even pulling out of their mouths just before ejaculation and shooting sperm all over their face, neck, chest and hair seemed to have no effect. What do I have to do to get the message across to these swishes?

    I swear, if these homosexuals don’t take a hint and quit sucking my cock all the time, I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures–like maybe pinning them down to the cement floor of the loading dock with my powerful forearms and working my cock all the way up their butt so they understand loud and clear just how much I disapprove of their unwelcome advances. I mean, you can’t get much more direct than that.

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