Jack and mine, only a tad bit more upscale. I asked Ryan how he afforded such a room and he told me that he had only switched here after winning a jackpot at Caesar’s. “I’m a lucky guy,” he said. We sat down on the couch facing the spectacular view of the town. I felt a little exposed. People in the rooms across the road could probably see right into the room. Ryan offered me a drink and I took it, wanting to calm my nerves. Maybe to get my mind off his beautiful eyes and boyishly cute face and hairstyle, and that vein that showed up on his bicep when he would scratch his head….

We got to talking some more. I loved it. We had very little in common but that was the good thing. He majored in art history and worked at a studio in oil paints and watercolors in Philadelphia. I was far from artistic but admired his sophisticated education, yet at the same time his fun, youthful qualities. Charming. A matured high school hottie. And as we were talking, he began to talk quieter and quieter, until he was whispering. There was sexual tension in the air. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle the situation. Here’s this amazing guy that wants to do me (or maybe the other way around?) and I was getting uncontrollably nervous. Literally shaking.

“Easy there tough guy,” Ryan whispered harshly, leaning closer to me. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh and rubbed it, leaning his head closer to mine. And before I could do anything, he kissed me – our lips met with a bang. My mind was spinning and suddenly, in that moment, I came alive. All that intense sexual yearning that had been repressed within me for so many years was now unleashed. I could actually feel the heat of desire rushing up through my body, starting at my dick.

Ryan and I made love with our mouths powerfully, my erection growing at every touch of his soft pink lips. He slid his tongue down my chin and onto my neck. Then, like a wild animal, he began tearing at my shirt, yanking it over my head and throwing it to the floor. I gasped at the sensual feeling of his tongue as it slid across my chest and tender nipples. He got onto the floor at level with my knees and unbuttoned my jeans, nuzzling the hair below my belly button. I helped him slide off my jeans. Then, to my great surprise, he lifted up my legs onto his shoulders as I still sat on the couch, and began nestling his face right into my briefs. It felt so good, the rubbing of my dick head on the fabric while Ryan inhaled the sweet aroma of my crotch. I kept drifting off into heavenly throes of passion, closing my eyes to appreciate every sensation. He bit the top of my briefs and yanked them down with his mouth, and I slid them off my body along with my socks. Now I was completely naked, in a room with a wide window exposed to an entire city. I had to get Ryan out of his clothes too.