No Balls
Am I really doing this? I'm standing waiting for the hotel elevator to arrive. With me is a recent acquaintance -ok, a pick up from the bar - we're on our way to the guy's room, but at the moment we're both looking down at our feet. I'm nervous as hell. I don't often do this, no really, I don't. Well, I do come to this town and stay at this hotel and visit this bar quite often, actually, every several months or so; but what I don't do is bring bar pick-ups back to my room or go to theirs.
The hotel bar is not a gay bar exactly, but it has a large gay clientele, both locals and visitors, who congregate there and discreetly meet. This evening I got to talking to a man of about 40 years, tall with brown hair, pleasant but not outstanding looks. We hit it off well. Both a bit shy, a bit reticent, we were seated next to each other and gradually revealed more than either one had planned to tell. The alcohol helps in that department, of course. I had told this guy where I was from, and a little bit about my job and my family. He, also married, had told me that he and his wife were unable to have children but had cared for a number of disabled foster children. At present they had two youngsters with special needs who had been with them for more than a year, and he seemed quite fond of them, and proud of them as well. He showed me a picture of himself holding a baby while an older child stood next to him.
We hadn't talked about sex, but of course sex lurked in the background. When Martin invited me to his room for a drink, it was obvious to both of us what that was all about. After we arrived, he excused himself, went to use the bathroom and came out dressed in a short cotton bathrobe. He asked me if I would really like a drink. I accepted, thinking that another drink would help to calm my jitters, I sat on the edge of the bed, as Martin poured a small amount of bourbon into a hotel glass, and then repeated the process for himself. He handed me the glass, and sat down next to me on the bed, his robe opening and revealing one thin almost hairless leg clear up to the thigh. I took the glass, smiled, and rubbed his arm with my free hand. He immediately put his glass on the night table and began to rub both of my arms and shoulders with both hands.
We kissed silently, and then Martin started to undress me. I liked the feeling and very passively allowed him to unbutton my shirt, lift off my undershirt and unbuckle my belt, without helping at all. As he worked on my belt and fly, I laid back on the bed and put my drink on the table next to Martin's. He soon had my pants down, and he swallowed my dick without much in the way of further preliminaries.
He came up for air after a minute or so, and said, "God, it's been a long time."
"That's usually my line," I responded.
"Is it true?", he wondered.
"Absolutely," I said, pushing him back on the bed.
When he was blowing me, I had parted Martin's robe and revealed a nice average sized cut cock, which I had massaged up to a very stiff dick. Something was odd about it I vaguely thought, but didn't focus yet on just what that might be.
As I pushed Martin back on the bed and prepared to go down on him, it hit me. This guy had no balls. His robe was all the way open now, and Martin was lying back on the bed staring at the ceiling with his legs parted. I lifted his dick and looked carefully underneath, as though I might have misplaced his nuts somewhere, but no, nary a cojone in sight. Well, this didn't really freak me out, it just surprised me.
I licked the head of the nutless prick -- it was a round fat oversized head -- and was rewarded by Martin's appreciative moans. Progressing down the cockstem, I started to suck more and more into my mouth. I started to get fancy by alternating licking and sucking, and then I started twisting the base of his cock with my hands as I concentrated on the glans. Well, I had to do something with my hands. I mean, there were no balls to yank on. From there, I started to play with Martin's asscrack, which was of course much more accessible than it is on those of us with a scrotum hanging in the way. I could tell he liked it, because although neither of us spoke much, we both made sounds of encouragement and pleasure.
Martin was sighing and moaning and saying "oh yes, oh yeah, oh yes." Simple but clear.
I Love Your Hard Dark Cock in my Mouth
After some time of this he pushed me down on the bed again, and removed the rest of my clothes, since my pants were down at my ankles and I was still wearing shoes and socks. Now completely naked, Martin proceeded to bathe my whole body with saliva. He loved my hairy chest and armpits, burying his nose in my pits for a surprisingly long time as his tongue flicked like a serpent's. He laved my belly and legs and then gave energetic attention to my dick which was hard and dripping. Martin was jerking himself off as he licked, bathed and sucked me. I didn't realize it until he was licking the area under my balls leading to my asshole, and he let out a loud cry. My hairy musky underparts had excited him and sent him over the top. I felt wet cum splatter my leg as Martin moaned loudly.
Oh, great, I thought. He'll be showing me the door soon and I'm not near coming. Better take some drastic steps. Standing up on the bed I placed my rigid cock in Martin's willing mouth, and began pistoning as though I was in a race for my life. Although he had just come, Martin loved being treated in this domineering way, and started the "oh yes, oh yeah, baby" litany again as I fucked his mouth roughly. This went on for some time, and I realized that Martin was playing with himself and was hard again. He had gotten really turned-on by this latest turn of events. Muttering that the drinks had dulled my reactions, I apologized to Martin for being slow in coming.
"That's okay, that's fine," he said breathlessly, removing my cock from his mouth momentarily, and jerking it with his wet fist as he spoke. "I know it's crazy, but I love the idea of your dark cock in my mouth, fucking me senseless."
Catching on, I decided to play along, and said in my most macho voice, "OK, then baby, stop talking, and suck on this hot cock. Make it spout like a geyser. Come on suck that dark, uncut suckpole. Drain the cum out of my balls. I feel it startin to rise up now. Come on, play with my balls while you suck. You can do better than that !"
Well, this worked very nicely for both of us. My knees started to buckle and I was in danger of losing my footing on the bed as I picked up the speed of fucking Martin's face, and felt close to coming. Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!
With a whimper, Martin clamped his lips on my pulsing cock for dear life. My delayed load sprayed his mouth and throat, as he gulped and swallowed, gulped and swallowed. After I stopped coming, Martin grabbed my ass in a deathgrip, as though afraid that I would withdraw my prick. I realized as I looked down that he was flogging himself to a second come, and he wanted my dick to stay in his mouth until he shot. In less than a minute he had coaxed a small supplementary load of semen out of his dick. In retrospect I thought that it was odd (but nice) that his cock seemed to work so well despite his having no balls.
As I dressed Martin told me that he had testicles, but they were undescended. They never dropped down out of his body cavity in adolescence and he believed that was why he couldn't have children. His load was smaller than average he explained because it lacked the amount of sperm that is usually in ejaculate. His semen looked the same but there was just less of it. Well, okay. Interesting way to get a lecture on male maturation and reproduction, but it really is getting late, and so time to haul ass back to my room .