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Hotel Experience, Part 8
We slept well in each other's arms. I mean we fit like a glove. He was the second man I slept with whom we could sleep face to face with our foreheads touching. So intimate. I liked that he is hairy and loved the feeling of his `fur' against my near to smooth skin. And I loved his cock pressed either against my abs or between my legs. And thank goodness he did not snore!
I woke up to a pleasant surprise; Paul was sucking my cock. I looked down at him and he mumbled a good morning to me and went back to sucking while he stroked his cock.
"What a pleasant wake up call!" I said as I ran my hands through his hair. He straddled me, lubed my cock and his ass, and lowered himself on my cock; paused for a moment as my cock head penetrated his rings. He rode my cock, and for a man as big/built, he had good leg endurance; he dictated the rhythm to his liking -- he seemed to like it best when he was riding my cock with short strokes just near the tip of my shaft to the rim of my cock head. I jacked his cock and rubbed his chest, pinched his nipple with the occasional punch to his muscled pecs. I told him I wanted him on his back; without slipping out of him, we got into the missionary position, and remarkable that this big/built muscular man is flexible too. I supported spread legs and leaned forward to kiss him and while we kissed I humped his ass. "Yeah, fuck me hard!" I did best as I could and pounded his ass with short strokes and then long strokes and pounding him hard on the down stroke! "Yeah..." as he beat his pre-cumming cock. One thing about Paul is that he used his ass muscles--squeezing his ass every now and then and at times tightly so I felt great pleasure. He warned me that he was close to cumming and we timed it so we blasted together; he kissed me hard and feeding his tongue deep in my mouth.
We dressed and had breakfast in the room; a different guy from room service delivered our breakfast. Paul checked out prior to going to class.
We were late getting to class. We had to work on other people in the class whom we hadn't worked with and I worked on women and one other male therapist who seemed very uptight. Every now and then I'd glance over at Paul just to see what he was doing or perhaps to admire the man, whom I spent several hours with, whom I completely let my guard down and enjoyed not only on a physical level, which was hot and steamy and passionate, but also, a least for me, and I think Paul too, on an emotional level. I felt a love element. I dropped Paul off at the airport; we kissed in the car, and once more out on the curb, which was a shocker for me. He did what felt natural. He took the flight back to Portland.
We still keep in touch, and we plan our seminars once a year so we can get together. He has another buddy he met at another seminar in Seattle, Washington, who I met during a seminar that Paul and I attended. And now I too have a buddy in Seattle. (Ron went on to become a MD; he is married with 2 children. Last time I physically connected with him was in 2007; we keep in touch via email and now on FB.)
Thank you for letting me share my experience in Hotel Experience, Part 8.
I hope you enjoyed reading. I welcome your comments, which can be emailed to me at Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.