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Room 224
Every once in a while I have an encounter that sets the bar for all others. Tonight was just that.
I had worked hard all day breaking up concrete, digging holes and moving huge blocks of granite posts for a fence project. It was hard work but very satisfying. (The only downside today was a frustrating hour and half in the dentist's chair.)
After work I went to the Y to shower and steam, intending to go to a local classic car event at a local restaurant. I never made it.
As I got in the car a Grindr message asked me where was the best place to eat in town. Hmmmm. Not the usual opening. Nice profile but no photo. I usually ignore, assuming they are robots or spam. But this one intrigued me. We chatted a bit and soon I was on my way to a local hotel. Room 224.
He was in running shorts. My height. Salt and pepper hair. Nice face. Lean body. We chatted briefly then he asked if we could hug. Then we kissed. It was like turning on an electromagnet. The next hour was stellar.
We tried almost everything -- kissing, sucking, licking, rubbing, rimming, fingering, grinding, frotting, 69, almost topping. Finally I urged him to cum as I fingered his bum, my cock resting on his as he frantically beat his large, plump cock. I ground my balls against his much larger balls and then gently inserted my spit-lubed finger into his tight ass. He fired a sweet load all over his belly and lay gasping on the bed as I went to get a warm wash cloth.
Then we talked. And talked. And talked as he gave me an amazing lower back rub. He hit all of the right places. And having his hot ball sack on my thighs was a bonus. We talked more, on our sides, facing each other, as I fondled his balls and soft cock. We kissed. We could have talked all night.
But I had to go. I wish I could stay. We traded emails. He doesn't live too far away. He set a high bar. I think I did too.
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