We've all heard and read stories about women faking an orgasm to finish (pun intended) a hook up, but we've never heard of a man faking one to finish a hook up.

"How?" you may ask, incredulous at my statement.

"Men have an extremely visual tell", you might say, pointing at the fact that men shoot their cum.

Before I continue my answer, let's set the stage.

It was a few years ago when I met Kathy (not her real name). Like most of my stories, we met at PHR4R (which at the time of writing was briefly banned). It was a SOP affair, something we both were quite good at. She and I had great voices, to which we used to pleasure ourselves to great effect.

We've done it so much that it came to a point where we got to know each other's tells for a genuine orgasm. For her privacy, I will not tell hers, but I will tell mine: I laugh whenever I cum.

That little factoid will be important later.

Fast forward a few months, she and I have become good friends. We actually vibed well together and had (and still do) the same interests.

One calm evening, she had messaged me asking where I was and if I'm free to meet her now. Turns out, she'd checked in nearby, felt lonely, and thought maybe I could make her night away from home worthwhile.

I got myself ready and headed out to her hotel room. I knocked on her door with a sudden realization: We never actually traded pics nor described ourselves in detail. And so I was keeping my mind open.

Being a self-professed hypersexual man-whore, I don't really discriminate much when it comes to physicality. Thin, thicc, THICC, morbidly obese, if they've got beautiful eyes and they're interesting, then I'm in.

And so seeing her, looking heavier than me, wearing a negligee that accentuated the wrong curves didn't bother me at all. What did bother me was that she absolutely stank. That's when I saw the bottles of alcohol on a table behind her. She's drunk.

Seeing me for the first time, she immediately grabbed me and started to kiss me, the horrid taste of alcohol and other fluids on my mouth.

As we kissed, she then guided me to the bed, where she sat down, and began removing our clothes.

She then laid down and began spreading her legs, telling me to start pleasuring her.

I was a bit hesitant as I could smell her. She had not been taking good care of her body. It was a mess. Pubes everywhere, the mixture of body odor and alcohol was almost overpowering, it was not a pleasant experience.

I asked her if she could freshen up a bit, she rejected and said she wanted me now. Against my better judgement, I agreed and made her put on the condom.

I'll skip the majority of the deed's details, for your sanity and mine.

I will say this though. There was a time when I had been fucking one of her fat folds, thinking it was her pussy.

Anyway, despite all that, I could feel and hear her cum multiple times during that session. It's one thing to hear her tells, it's another thing to actually see it happen.

At that point, I felt that I had pleasured her enough. She had came enough times, I thought. Time to cash in the check and leave, I decided.

That's when I slowly started to shift gears in my humping, look concentrated, start to moan softly yet deeply. Make it sound like I'm in that zone where the orgasm is almost "almost there". Each hump was deliberate and slow in order to help sell that feel.

When I felt her cum again, I started to make fast yet shallow humps. My breath started to match the pace, sounding like I'm in That Lane. Where you're almost there. Just needing a bit more stimulation to cum.

And then, the arrival. I pulled out, condom still on my dick, and began to jerk off a bit. I begin shakin and act as if giniginaw ako sa aircon. I started whispering "oh yeah" and "fuuuuuuck" and "tangina dami kong nilabas".

And to top the lie, I gave the best fake chuckle I could do.

Now you may be asking me, "wouldn't she feel that there's no cum?". My answer sounds mean, but she was pretty large enough not to see her own genitals. And I had labored so much she was drenched in sweat so she wouldn't be able to tell.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead, and said I'll need to head home early since I had work the next day. I took a quick shower, chatted her a bit, said my goodbye, and left.

For a few years since that day, she'd message me if I wanted to hook up, and I'd always gently put that down.