Brian was dripping with anticipation, nervously drinking a Stella from the wet bar. All these weeks of waiting, and finally the dreamboat Italian he'd been chatting with on Grindr was in the hotel lobby, ready to come up to Brian's suite on the 44th floor, where Brian was already so hard that his cock ached to free itself from his boxers and suit pants.
Of all the cities where Brian found himself on business, New York was the best for hookups. The guys in L.A. were too health-conscious and plastic. Vegas was too transactional. But New York had the steely energy of constant sexual possibility, made even more opportune for Brian because many of the fast-talking ethnic guys there were actually looking for someone like him, their opposite: a beefy, corn-fed, nice-guy Midwesterner. Brian could get guys in New York that he couldn't get anywhere else.
And this hot, hot number had found him on Grindr. Brian did think it a bit strange at first when "Leo" (as he called himself) used Grindr's locator feature to find him in Minnesota, weeks before Brian's trip to New York. But the photos Leo sent were so incredibly hot that Brian put that oddity out of his mind. This was a young, well-built guy, my god! And funny and whipsmart too. They'd had some great conversations on the app.
A knock. He was here. Heart racing, Brian opened the door. Dear Jesus. Leo was even hotter in person. Brian shook Leo's hand and led him into the suite. Built, the guy was built. With that chiseled Italian face and ever-so-slightly curly hair. Heaven.
"Do you want a drink?" Brian asked nervously.
"I'd rather get right to it, actually."
Leo's hands were all over Brian, cradling the outline of his throbbing cock. Brian kissed him full force. Quicker than expected, their clothes were off, sucking in a 69 on the king-sized bed. Brian couldn't believe how built this guy was. Even though Brian had shared his real photos, he was (to the extent he was thinking now of anything but devouring Leo's cock) self-conscious of his slight paunch. He did work out, but at 50—working long hours with all kinds of delicious culinary temptations—it was an uphill battle.
Leo didn't seem to mind though. He was going to town on Brian's thick seven-incher, sucking it down to the root on the way down and expertly licking the shaft and head on the way up. Fucckkk, this was hot! Easily the hottest hookup of Brian's life, and he was once, years ago, with a football tight end.
"I'm gonna come!" It was too soon, but Brian couldn't help it. This was so hot, it was unreal. He convulsed as his four-day load came surging out of his cock in thick loads.
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