Sucking a Military Man While His Friend Slept in the Hotel Room

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That night was another moment when I felt like a true faggot and a dedicated cocksucker. After sucking off a group of men in a popular cruising spot, I went to meet a military guy at the hotel where he was staying for a few days in Lisbon. We had only started talking the day before, but he was extremely practical. He replied to my ad and asked if I could come suck him off. He was married, traveling without his wife, and tired of jerking off alone. He told me some of his straight friends had already been sucked by gays and crossdressers and had loved it, so he was curious to try it himself.

He was a dark-haired guy in his thirties with a few days’ worth of beard, trimmed chest hair, a big shaved cock, strong hairy arms, and an athletic, ripped body. He stood about 1.88 meters tall — solid and masculine without being bulky.

It was close to midnight when the Uber dropped me off outside his hotel. There was one condition: he had a friend and colleague sleeping in the same room, and he didn’t want any noise or complications. He also didn’t want to see my face, since he was straight and married. Because I didn’t have my usual mask with me, he suggested I put a plastic bag over my head. He had taken one from a supermarket and already cut holes for my eyes and mouth.

I went up the stairs of the small hotel — the reception was empty — and found the door he had indicated. It was already slightly open. He opened it further and pointed me toward the bathroom. He was already shirtless, wearing only gray tracksuit bottoms. The bathroom was still warm and humid from a recent shower. A few towels were spread on the floor for me to kneel on, and the plastic bag hung from the door handle.

I knelt down, my knees still sore from the earlier blowjobs in the woods. I pulled the bag over my head, adjusted the holes so I could see and open my mouth, and waited. A few seconds later he stepped in, tall and imposing. He leaned against the bathroom door and looked down at me — kneeling, submissive, tongue slightly out. His cock started hardening inside his shorts as he stepped closer.

I reached out and rubbed the thick bulge through the fabric. It was already big. The plastic bag was hot and started sticking to my face; I was sweating, and my hair was still crusted with dried cum from the guys I had sucked earlier that night. I pulled his shorts down just enough to free him. His cock sprang out, thick, fully hard, and completely shaved. I leaned in and licked his heavy, sweaty balls, breathing in the strong masculine scent of his crotch.
I took a couple of photos of him with his cock in my mouth as a souvenir, but he didn’t want any video. He preferred to just relax and enjoy it.

I finally took him fully into my mouth and pushed him down my throat. He let out a low grunt. I worked his cock with my tongue, lips, and hand, spitting on it whenever it needed more wetness. I held onto his strong, hairy thighs while he started fucking my throat with slow, controlled thrusts. His breathing grew heavier. He was clearly impressed.

He grabbed the back of my head through the plastic bag and forced me deeper until I choked, producing thick strings of drool that ran down his cock and dripped onto my shirt. I kept sucking hungrily, even though I had already taken several loads earlier that night. Ever since I saw his photos, this military daddy had been the one I wanted most — straight, married, masculine, and completely dominant.

I focused on the head while stroking the shaft, then took him all the way to the base again. He held me there for several long seconds until I almost gagged and retched. My sweater was soaked and sticking to my body from all the spit. I kept working him for a solid ten minutes, alternating between deepthroating and licking his balls while he stroked himself.

When he got close, he shoved his cock deep into my throat and held me there. His cock pulsed hard as he unloaded at least eight or nine thick jets of hot cum straight down my gullet. I swallowed everything I could and milked him for the last drops.
He pulled out, washed his hands, and pulled his shorts back up. Then he handed me a five-euro note as a tip.
He checked that his friend was still asleep, then signaled for me to leave.

“Until next time,” he said quietly.

He’s from the islands. I already can’t wait for the day he comes back to the capital.
It was so fucking hot.