I got a text from him a few days later. He was back in town, staying at some fancy country hotel and wanted to know if I did call outs. He asked if I’d consider giving him a massage in his room first thing in the morning before he went to a conference. It was apparently the only time he could do…

I arrived with coffee and a muffin from my favorite deli. I thought the gesture might convince him that I didn’t fuck around with every one of my clients! But the moment I entered the room, I knew I wasn’t gonna be giving him a massage. He had a look on his face which basically said, “do me now”, so I sat down on the bed and started to kiss him. His kisses were so intimate and gentle. Really respectful, I thought. I loved how his big, strong, masculine hands felt as they ran over every inch of my body. I had goosebumps. It sounds a bit cliché, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted him at that moment.

I pushed him onto the bed and we continued to kiss as I climbed on top of him. He wrapped his legs around mine and ran his fingers up and down my back. Our T-shirts came off and the kissing got more intense. I’d forgotten quite how chiseled his torso was and how sexy the tattoo was on his chest. It’s like a pair of wings. I should ask him about it some day…

He spun me around and got on top of me. For a moment, I wondered if he was gonna fuck me this time, but he started kissing me gently, all the way down my body, and, moments later, he’d undone my fly and was giving me head. And boy was he giving me head!! It was so darn pleasurable. He knew exactly what he was doing. With every slurp and gulp I got a little nearer to shooting my load. I threw my head back on the bed and allowed the waves of pleasure to crash over me. I kept wondering why I’d wasted so much of my time dating inexperienced boys, when I could have been searching for a guy like Greg. It’s the difference between slurping down a cheap bottle of soda and slowly sipping a finely-aged malt whiskey!

The weirdest thing about Greg is that, even though I’m the top, I still kinda feel like he’s in charge! After sucking my dick for what felt like an age, he suddenly stopped and said, “let’s get naked, I wanna fuck.”

…Moments later, he was on the bed on all fours and I was pushing my 8 inch dick into his fantastically muscular ass!

It felt so good. So tight. I rested my hand on one of his butt cheeks and it felt like some sort of boulder! I wanted him even more this time than I did when he was on the massage table. It all felt sexier on a bed, somehow. It felt appropriate, like we were lovers. I slowly worked up the speed, pounding him harder and faster with every stroke. He was obviously into it. He was doing that thing where he was almost laughing because it felt so intense. I kept wanting to ask if anyone else had fucked him like me. I wanted to be the best he’d ever had…

I varied the pace a bit. If I’d kept going at the speed I reached, I’d have dumped a load in him in seconds. I asked if I could film myself inside him again. I think I’ve jerked off watching that video of me pumping him at least five times! I love the noises he makes in it! I also love the way the skin on his cheeks ripples every time I thrust my dick into him.

After filming myself fucking him for more than five minutes, I realized I was getting harder and faster again, and not paying attention to what was on the screen any more. I threw the phone down on the bed and started focusing on the absolute pleasure we were both experiencing. I went harder and harder until I couldn’t hold it any more.

I pulled out just as the cum started flowing. Within moments his ass crack was a hot, steamy, creamy cavern of horniness, and I was a sweaty, shaking mess!