“Look at you!!!”
As I opened the door to my hotel room, these words came to my ready ears and the smiling face of Amal came to my eager eyes. We had both wanted to be together again ever since we had met in December. Covid-19 came between us until July of the next year. Even then, the delta variant was running rampant through the unvaccinated population. Fortunately, both Amal and I had been able to be vaccinated early on and both of us had shown signs of the vaccine creating beneficial antibodies.
Once again, I had driven my way across the country to arrive in San Diego where he lived and worked. Since it was the summer and I knew that Amal would only have time for me on a weekend, the hotels would be very expensive. Amal suggested a Sunday meeting since that would be the least costly. I was happy for his advice and made our hotel arrangements. I had understood from our first meeting and subsequent emails that he was excessively married to his work. Nonetheless, there was an emotional connection that developed during our one meeting. Both of us wanted more of each other, even if any future for us was going to be limited. I wasn’t certain, but I also sensed that while he was open with me, he was still very closed about being naked with a man.
I didn’t know if Amal’s entry words recognized any changes in me since the last time that I had seen him. I was probably thinner and more tanned than I had been when we first met. He looked much the same to me, but he might have gained some Covid weight like most Americans. His energy was just as remarkable and I took his words as the fine compliments that I was certain he intended.
After the door was closed, we faced each other and all four hands instinctively moved forward to initiate gentle touching of each other’s clothed body. It was only seconds later when our naked lips came together to enjoy what each of us had sought for so long. The connection of our spirits was undeniable and we readily nurtured each other’s happiness. The sensual sparks leapt between our lips and our bodies came together in full embrace, enjoying the way our forms meshed even while still clothed.
My loins surged forward and my body felt his stiffness that was pointing in my direction. I didn’t need to reach down to confirm that Amal was excited to be with me. Our lips separated and the smiles of our faces broadened at the awareness that our longed for meeting had arrived. I lifted Amal’s lightweight shirt and exposed his chest that was covered in white fur with two dark brown nipples barely visible beneath. I slowly lowered my head to take one nipple into my warm mouth. Amal pulled my head into his chest, enjoying the stimulating sensations. I reach down to caress his swollen member and he arched his back in response. Our connection was generating heat and I was grateful for the cool air in the room.
I felt one of his hands firmly squeezing my left cheek and enjoyed knowing that he would soon show that area a good time. I had so loved the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my crack during December. I wondered if more would happen this time. I pulled down his shorts and pressed my warm mouth against his hard dick that was still encased in his tight underwear. He couldn’t take the teasing anymore and lowered the cotton briefs to release the cock that wanted to be in my mouth.
I slipped the head inside enjoying the feeling of his flesh coming into my body. I wanted more and slid my mouth the rest of the way down his firm shaft until my face was confronted with his smooth brown abdomen. His cock felt good at the back of my throat and I pressed my lips down hard as I pulled my mouth back to just the head where I took a deep breath. I slowly plunged his cock back into the depths of my mouth and continued to suck him with abandon. He playfully mussed my hair and exhaled deeply. “Don’t forget that I cum quickly.” I had remembered and had to release him so that our sexual time together could continue.
Amal lifted my athletic shirt exposing my needy nipples that were happy to receive the attention of his sensual lips. He reached down rubbing his masculine hand against my expanding member. His touch was very arousing and I responded quickly to his ministrations. He pulled down my shorts and took my hard cock into his warm mouth and gagged slightly at the fullness entering him. He bobbed his head up and down and I marveled that his short, well trimmed, hair had gotten whiter since I last saw him. He was such a handsome man and the whiteness was very attractive.
Amal straightened himself and looked me directly in the eyes. “Well, that was an amazing start.” He kissed me sweetly on the lips and climbed onto the bed and into a massage position. “I can’t wait to feel your hands all over my body. Your touch is so amazing.”
I understood how much he missed being touched. He was a tactile, sensual man himself and was compelled to reach out to another human to give and receive touch. I was happy to oil my hands and place them on his smooth backside. Immediately, I felt his joyful energy and connected the two of us with Reiki. He relaxed his brown body into the white hotel bedding taking in the beneficial energy that my hands exuded. It wasn’t long before his hands reached out to touch my legs expressing his need to give as well as receive. I knew that he was a generous man, even with touch.
His lower back was still bothering him and I provided extra attention to that area. Fortunately, his back muscles were not as bad as when I had massaged him in December. Perhaps, the Reiki from then had done its magic over an extended period of time. Reiki was always mysterious to me and I marveled at the good work it could accomplish.
When I asked Amal to turn on the other side, he smiled directly at me, “That was amazing!” His cock was almost at full attention so I hadn’t completely relaxed all of him. I was eager to enjoy him sexually, but I made certain that I finished the main components of the massage before I adjusted my touch from sensual to sexual. Amal, of course, was fully erect long before I made my change.
As soon as one of my hands lightly touched his firm shaft, he reached for my ass and balls to initiate his sexual activity with me. I loved the way that his strong masculine hand caressed me and searched for entry into my opening. I applied some massage oil to the area to facilitate Amal’s fingers which wanted to probe my insides. It wasn’t long before I bent over to take his cock into my warm mouth. He exhaled and pushed my head all the way to the base. Even though he knew that he might orgasm quickly he needed to feel himself all the way inside me. I wondered if he were thinking about another entry point.
I moved my lips to press against his while I straddled his naked body on the bed. His eager cock pushed up against the crack of my ass and I enjoyed the sweetness of his lips and the firmness of his shaft. Both were the minimal that I was seeking from him. I reached behind and rubbed the head of his cock against my anal opening but was careful not to stimulate him into orgasm. Neither of us was ready to be finished that soon and I knew that once he orgasmed he would be done.
“Lay down on the bed. I want to massage you,” he directed. I was happy to comply and moved into the prone position that he requested. From the beginning, he straddled my naked body with his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. His manly hands worked my back muscles while his sexual organ slid back and forth against my smooth flesh. I loved the feeling of his strong masculinity. His hands moved lower as he squeezed apart the cheeks where his cock was pressing. I felt the head of his dick push into me a little bit before it was withdrawn.
Amal moved lower on my body and I felt his tongue lick my cheeks before moving into the center where I had even more nerve endings. He pressed his face deep into the crevice and I moaned with pleasure while I arched my back to provide him with a better angle. I felt his tongue gently probing me before thrusting inside as far as he could go. He spread my cheeks further attempting to get his face and tongue deeper into me. I was so aroused but became even more so when Amal’s mouth took my cock inside. He used a finger to press on my prostate while his mouth worked wonders on my dick which was reaching out to be closer to him.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt Amal’s finger replaced by his hard shaft. “I don’t usually do this, but you’re so hot, I can’t help myself.” His sexy words filled me as much as his cock. He had stretched me so well with his finger that there was only pleasure in feeling his firmness slide so deep that I felt his balls resting on my ass. He slowly pumped in and out a few times before exiting the whole way. I knew that he was holding back and that he wouldn’t likely orgasm before he made sure that I did. There was a great intimacy in feeling him penetrate me and I wanted more.
“I want you to cum,” he said as he stroked my firm shaft with his oiled hand. I felt his finger reenter me and press against my prostate, increasing the thickness of my cock. I was rocking back and forth on the bed, holding onto the massage towel and bedding. I knew that he would be able to make me orgasm this way and it wasn’t long before I felt that special sensation at the head of my dick that told me it was imminent. “I’m going to shoot,” I alerted him which caused him to increase his pumping of my shaft. I felt my sperm shoot into his hand and his cock slide back inside me at the same time. I squeezed him tightly while I completed my orgasm and exhale. In less than a minute, I felt him withdraw his cock and squirt hot cum onto my cheeks. I loved the feeling of his intimate fluids landing on my flesh and I relaxed deeper into the bed with a moan of satisfaction.
“Stay right there. I’ll get you cleaned up,” came the hurried words from my sexual partner. I understood his need for cleanliness and made no comment as he departed. Amal quickly returned with a warm wet washcloth which he used to tidy the backside of my body. I rolled over and smiled at his caring face saying, “That was great.” “I don’t usually do that but you were so hot.” I was flattered by his words and felt fortunate to be with this handsome man who found me attractive. It was too bad that he was a single man but married to his work.
We curled naked into each other on the large bed and normalized our breathing while our bodies clung sensually to one another. We both had needed human touch that had meaning and we were both grateful for what the other brought to the bedroom. I realized that we had only been with each other in my hotel room. I knew that it was unlikely we would have any friendship beyond what we had at the moment in time when he could get free. It felt somewhat like being with a married man and in a way, he was married to the life he had made. A life that included his boys and his work and didn’t have space or time for anything more. I would have to be content with what was.
I asked him when he was last naked with a man and he reminded me that he had a friend who was married to a man who he saw once or twice a month. That was the outlet for sex in his life and it was enough for him to maintain the rest. I asked about being with a woman, since I knew that his marriage had been real and that he had loved his wife.
He spoke to me of a good female friend he had who was always trying to hook him up with a woman. I reminded him that he was a great catch and women would have desires for him. He had gone on a few dates, but he knew that it was not for him. He was still scarred by his divorce even though it was more than ten years in the past. His wife had been unfaithful to him more than once and he had forgiven her more than once but when it became clear that she couldn’t restrain herself, he chose to end the relationship. I sensed that he still loved her and if she had been able to stop her adventurous ways, they would still be together. He showed me a picture of his wife and I saw that she was indeed very attractive and I could readily understand how he had fallen in love. He didn’t carry the scar on his outer self, but it most assuredly determined a part of his future.
Forgiveness was a necessary element in any lengthy relationship. We were all human with good and bad attributes alike. I was certain that even the relationships that looked perfect on the outside had their inner challenges which were never made public. In my vagabond life, I had more need for understanding than for forgiveness.
We lay in bed for more than an hour opening more of ourselves to each other than we had during our first time together. There was an easy exchange between us that was more than the physical. It seemed to me that the passions of our naked bodies needed to be addressed, but once that had been accomplished, there was a desire for both of us to have a different intimacy and sharing that could have been the beginning of a life together. I was grateful for our hotel relationship and was nurtured by his goodness. It was also very good for my ego to be in bed with such a handsome and caring man. Life was great.