Even though this is just a success story, I have to post my body type, no biggie. So: 5'5" stocky kinda linebacker type build, 220 but most people peg me at 190, beard, long hair worn up.

Okay, so! I keep having this habit of having a success then posting about it years later, probably when I'm really horny and thinking about my last experience.

This happened a few years ago, very shortly after we were leaving pandemic mode, people were still very much wearing masks and all that. Anyway, I had just started a new job in Lansing, so I was a little stressed, and I tend to get horny when I'm stressed or anxious. I started chatting with a guy on here and he seemed chill enough. He asked me to come over after work, and I was hesitant because I tend to want to chat a little first, but like I said, stressed and horny. And he was staying in a hotel, so that was pretty comforting (at least in terms of safety).

I think he was a grad or doctoral student because he was maybe a little older than me and staying in a hotel right off campus. When I got there he told me the wrong room, but that actually made me a little more comfortable since it meant he was nervous too? Once I got inside he kind of just stood there, and that was a little awkward because I thought he might want to sit, but he just stood next to the door. I know I have an intensely difficult time cumming from head while standing, but he seemed content, so I got on my knees.

I pulled his shorts down and his cock wasn't fully hard, which I kind of love, because then I get to play with it and feel it get bigger. I started by just kind of tugging it in my hand, then licking the head and feeling the weight of his soft shaft on my tongue. I love the way a soft cock feels, the skin is always so soft, but as the cock gets harder the skin gets taut and you can feel it pulsating... Once he was fully hard I was initially a little disappointed, because he was a little smaller than his pics made him look, but as I started taking him into my mouth I began to realize how thick his cock actually was. As his shaft became covered in my spit, the extra slippery back of the throat spit, I started using my hands as well, one on his shaft, the other holding his balls. Once my hands got involved his cock was never left alone...if I needed to take a breath I would be stroking it until I was ready to take it back into my mouth, if I wanted to use my tongue on his balls, I would wrap a hand around his shaft and the other around his head.

When it was pretty clear he was getting close to cumming, I would back off, catch my breath a little, and just play with him slowly, until I felt that I could go full speed again without making him cum. Occasionally he would hesitantly put his hand on my head, which I don't mind once I get comfortable, but when he finally said "good boy" I knew I had to make him cum. If you asked me right now, I would love to hear a girl call me "good boy," but from a guy? Probably not into it. But in the moment, it was the hottest thing ever. It was a bit of a mess, but after he said that I devoured his cock until he came, and he came a fair amount. I used his bathroom because I was pretty covered in spit and sweat, and when I came back out he hadn't moved. As I went to the door I stroked his cock again for a little, hoping he MIGHT be down for another round...but he was ready for me to leave, and that's totally fine.

Anyway, we messaged twice after that, he said I was good at it and wanted to meet again, but our schedules never lined up. When I messaged him a final time, it turned out he had blocked me, which is a bummer, but whatever. I probably came off as pushy because I tend to talk to much? Oh well. I'll find another guy who wants some head I'm sure...