He was a local denizen, lived in an apartment block not far away which he pointed out, had been jogging to get some exercise. He had paused to get his breath, and there he was. He apologized for taking the cigarette, which was not the picture of an athlete, said he just could not break the habit, etc. He also seemed to have the habit of polishing his crotch, and I was developing a habit of watching him do that. Unquestionably, he had an arousal in progress. The Hot Fucker. I knew we were both interested, but someone had to make the move. I finally did.

I invited him back to my hotel for a drink up in my room. He smiled and quickly said he would like that very much but slightly apologetic since he doubted that the doorman would permit him into the hotel in his outfit. That had no impact upon me, and I insisted he come along with me. The doorman was quite familiar with me by this time and though he looked at me and my “guest” somewhat disapprovingly, nothing was said. My newfound friend and I treated each other as strangers in the lift, and I prayed that none of my business buddies would be roving about, and was relieved when we got to my room with no sightings. There was no doubt about the intentions of either of us, and we got things underway pretty quickly.

I have never been the “little guy” in a contest, but this guy was in the category of the burger king’s Mr. Whopper! I stretch out to about an eighth of an inch over eight inches, round and firm and fully packed. This guy was showing more than me by quite a margin in all directions, but with no measuring sticks in sight, I had to test him out with my mouth. Yep, one of the bigger ones that had ever found a way to the back of my throat! We were both in that frenzy of not being able to get enough of each other’s meat, with the cock sucking in fierce mode for a long while. It was obvious that we were both hungry for dick. I had a small residue of poppers of the real amyl variety from my other international travels, and he was pleased to inhale with me, but the bottle was too quickly gone.

During a moment of rest, he said that he was going to need a serious deep hit of poppers if he was going to get his sphincter relaxed enough to take me, and he definitely wanted that. He also said that he had some marijuana back in his apartment that he would like to retrieve, and he was sure he had some more poppers too. He quickly threw on his clothes and was out the door. I was not sure that he was going to return, but what the fuck, we had already had some serious cock sucking fun, so if he were going to only pre-cum and run, so be it. But in a very few minutes, he was softly rapping at my door. He was back.

We did some more booze, some more poppers, some smokes, and all of it in that relaxed hot haze of erotic hot male sex since we just could not get enough of each other. Yes, his sphincter did relax.