I’ve not found Grindr, the iPhone application, to be all that helpful. But on this section of my travel in Orlando and Dallas, the activity on Grindr impressed me — to a certain extent. Its capability of being accurate about distance failed — usually being much further away.
The silky ass boy turned out to be a temporary fix. I was still horny. So Grindr turned into one of resources I consulted to see if more activity might be available. Proximity to public places with Grindr made accuracy difficulty. Plus, of course, documenting the vertical location (being that I was in a high-rise hotel) didn’t help.
He messaged me first. An older man, in his early 50s, appeared but he appeared attractive enough and in good shape. After the usual back and forth with some pic trading, we began exchanging location information.
Same hotel. Same floor. In a moment, I pulled on my shorts and walked down the hall.
He opened the door before I could knock. Naked. His photo proved accurate. After a moment of sucking each other, he had me on the bed and worked over my cock and balls. He lifted my legs.
“Ever bottom?” he asked.
“Yup,” I said.
He spit on my hole and pushed his cock in.
At maybe four inches and not at all thick, I accepted it without much difficulty. He thrust back and forth quickly. His hands wrapped tight around my ankles, I noticed his wedding band as well. His little cock pushing into me, I clenched once.
He pulled out and shot on my hole and disappeared into the bathroom.
I pushed a little cum in my ass — he didn’t cum much — and pulled on my shorts. Another load likely wouldn’t happen, but I tried that night. I went to sleep, one load lighter in the front, one load heavier in the back and neither particularly satisfying.If you liked this, you also might like one of these...