Disclaimer: contains gay smut
Would you let me between your legs now, massaging that throbbing stiffy with my tongue?
da-ding!
So you're in this room too? Imagine us on this boardroom table 69ing. Love eating daddy's ass while he works my balls.
da-ding!
You can't hide from me, sir. Let me know if you're keen tonight *wink*
da-ding!
My poor phone dancing away like it's drunk on happy hour drinks. There were a few smirks from the ladies across the room, watching me shrink in my chair hiding behind my hands.
"Alright," says the tutor, checking his watch. "We have covered a lot of bases," looks at me with a wink, continues, "Quick 5 minute breather and we'll get back into round three."
I wait for everyone to leave the room and then reach for my phone. Straight to settings to recalibrate everything so I'm not embarrassed again. Sifting through the Grindr messages and I could feel my heart beating at an excessive rate. Subtly, I look around and there is one man, grinning and stroking his temple, looking at me guiltily.
"Uh hey," I said, sheepishly. "Morgan, and you are?"
"Hey, I'm Damon" the man smiled, holding out his hand. He was in a nice navy blue and white plaid shirt, pair of black chinos, and some white Adidas sneakers. "I'm going out for a smoke, wanna join?"
"Sure?" I said, smirking.
Outside, we found a small hideaway, adjacent the patio where there were tables set up for the lunch shindig. There was a fence of bush surrounding the smoko area.
"So, you enjoying the retreat so far?" he asked, igniting his ciggie.
"It's fine for now, yours?"
"Well, since I saw you on Grindr a few hours ago, I was quite happy to see you sitting in my class," the man smiled.
I gave the man a look over.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked again, toothy grin.
"Well, you do look scrumptious now," I said, moving closer. "I'm sure we could taste each other now?"
I went in for a kiss, placing my hand on his crotch. The warmth radiating from his crotch, got me hard instantly. I got on my knees and buried my face into his crotch, taking a whiff of that musky scent.
"Sorry bro, might smell like piss," he smiled, devilishly.
"Even better," I said, licking my lips, looking up at him into his eyes.
In the background, I could hear the instructor gathering everyone in for the next belt.
"Come back to mine," he whispered. "I know the instructor. He won't mind. He also likes a bit of this."
"Really?"
"Really," he smiled. He noticed a part in the bush. "Follow me... did you leave anything in there?"
"My bag."
"That's cool," he smiled. "Paque will put it aside or I can get him to get drop it off later."
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We ended up at another fancy hotel just minutes down from mine. We bypassed the lobby and headed to the lifts. Once we were in and the doors slid shut, he pressed the button and retreated to the opposite side of the lift, crossing his legs and leaning on the wall. He turned to look at me, squinted slightly then licked his lips, mischievously. He moved in closer, pushed me up against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. Started off forceful, like he was about to eat my tongue alive then toned it down when the lift pinged.
The doors opened slowly and a medium build square-shouldered man with a trimmed beard walked in.
"Hey boys," he said, politely, scanning the floor selection. Level fifty-six. Our floor.
Damon looked him up and down, sizing up his ass and crotch. The new arrival caught him in the lift mirrors, chuckled.
"Did I interrupt something?" he asked, backing up against the wall.
Damon ushered me over to him and shoved his tongue down my throat. I watched the guy lean on lift rails, one hand on his crotch, rubbing it back and forth.
"Fancy that," I said, breaking away from Damon and gravitating towards this random guy's bulging crotch.
See, I might be an Alpha dominating male but I still like to be bossed about from a hot guy with a pulsating cock from time to time. I tore the button out of the loop and ripped the zip down, peeling back the obstacles of his jeans and briefs, revealing a semi hard-on. I ushered Damon over and we both took each side and licked from the base to tip of his head, licking that veiny shaft.
"You like that daddy?" I asked, instigating whatever would turn him on.
He took both of our heads in each of his hands and started gliding over our tongues, moaning in rhythm with his gyrating.
He stopped, looked down at Damon. "Get up."
Damon got off his knees and as he went to get up, the lift jiggled slightly, stalling then slowly coming to a halt. All around them the lift shaft creaked and started singing rather loudly. Looking out to the south, buildings were swaying and bits of debris was rolling off those buildings.
"Earthquake?"
The thought of reality, earthquakes and rumblings took a back seat as Damon gained stability. The man ordered him to pull his pants down. He directed me to get in front and take in his manhood while he went behind and embraced his cheeks. Damon split his legs slightly, raised his ass so the man could enter without any hassle. Following his lead, I took in Damon's moist cock. It was already dripping and we hadn't peaked. Sensitive chap.
I could hear a few forceful licks and balls of spit aimed at his hole. Each ball of saliva made Damon wince. Each time he winced, I would tease his knob.
"Oh daddies," he breathed. He lifted up his right left and rested it on the rail.
"Yeah baby boy," the man said, eyes widening with joy.
The lift started moving slowly again but the boys were too invested in getting each other off.
I turned around so Damon and I were in a 69 position whilst the man was still munching on his hole, getting it suited for his bulging fat cock.
"Suck it boy," I ordered. "Suck it good for me baby."
The man positioned Damon so he was still in a perfect 69 position. The lift had steadied itself. The man spat in the palm of his hand, lathering up his cock.
"Baby boy, you ready for daddy's giant cock?"
Damon was too invested in my slab of meat to care till the man pushed that girthy meat of his, strained Damon's entranceway, stretching it to full capacity. Damon shrieked but I pushed his head back down onto my cock to shut him up. In the mirror reflection I could see his eyes were welling up. Cute. After a few attempts of crash landing in that cute pink hole of his, the man was in full swing, pumping and stretching him. His cries were muffled by my thick cock stuffed in his sweet mouth of his.
I watched in awe of how this man's hips were that flexible. He pushed Damon off me so he could arch his back, so this man could mount him on the floor. As he pounded Damon, he bounced off his plump cheeks.
"You want me to fuck you too?" he asked me.
The thought of being a submissive little bitch turned me on. I've always been a bit of an Alpha but for some reason watching Damon get owned by this hefty bastard was making me feel like a pansy bottom. I shrugged then smiled.
"Get over here then, little bitch."
Being spoken to like that only got my thoughts electrified. I arched my back slightly, sticking out my beautifully-rounded cheeks. I bet he would be admiring the view, thinking about pounding my ass.
"Call me sir, little bitch."
"Yes sir," I panted, as I felt the teasing notion coming from the swish of his tongue dancing up and down on my crack. I buckled.
"Most guys can't understand my hurricane tongue," Sir joked.
"Most guys can't understand why I don't bottom," I laughed. I watched Damon through the elevator mirrors. He had pushed himself up against the wall, legs spread slightly as he started tugging at his semi hard on. He ushered me to come closer. Sir pushed me from behind so I could latch onto Damon like it was lifeline.
"Suck that boy really good," Sir joked, picking up momentum and fucking the living daylights out of me.
I shoved Damon's cock into my mouth, flicking his knob with my tongue. A faint sweet taste spread across my tastebuds. Pre-cum.
After a couple minutes of being a power-bottom, Sir pulled out and after an intense screech of "I'm going to cum," a white splatter ended up on my back. Damon took the liberty and went behind me, practically feasting on the explosion of juice on my back.
We lay there for a bit as all of us tried to get our breaths back. Sir started putting his clothes back on, readjusting his semi hard-on so it wasn't obvious when he walked out. If he walked out. After a while, we watched at the madness happening down below. Sir attempted the lift buttons again, still nothing happened. He started pressing the alarm bell button, talking into the mouthpiece, hoping someone out there could hear him.
"It's no use," Damon smiled, putting his pants. "No one will be searching elevators anytime soon."
For the time being, we were all sitting there, staring out into oblivion. I wonder who would make the first move again for round two?
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