The Convention

The hotel was crowded with convention participants. Rooms were all occupied. The dining rooms with lines waiting at the door. Still, since it was raining and I was tired, I decided to wait the queues rather than traverse the puddles. The café seemed the best bet. An easy dinner. The shortest lines.
I waited. There were a few people in front of me. Slowly, others congregated behind.

I was unaware of time or place. Then, something warmed behind me. Something caused me to turn. Or, rather, something turned me.
And so, I turned. I turned to two hazel eyes: brown yet golden, touched with green and sparkled with yellow. Above them hair light and many shaded: red browns to golden threads. Ears tight to the head, firm and pink about the ridges.
A nose, straight and chiseled, rose at the nostrils, white across the bridge.

Between linear lips, blue white teeth, straight walls of glimmering elegance, smiled.
“You alone?”
I couldn’t answer. My throat dried to silence at the face before me.
“You here for the convention?”
I nodded.
“Me too. You know, we could share a table, … if you don’t mind.”
“Ah, yes…. I suppose.” The words stumbled from my parched throat.
“Why not?” he chuckled. “May as well.”
“Yeh. Why not?” My face burned. My neck shivered with disbelief.
“After all,” he continued, “we’re here for the same reason, aren’t we?”
“I suppose”, I stammered. “Are we…?” I thought.

I don’t remember but that the hostess called us. She seated us. We ordered.
My dinner is lost to its function. He smiled at me. Did I smile at him?
His dress was casual. His collar, open low, circled a dense but delicate neck.

Out from the “v” formed by the opened buttons, his shirt opened to the soft down of golden brown hair. Small and thin curls that accented but did not hide a sweet pink white skin. Below and to the left and right of the opening his cotton shirt caressed the curve of his pectorals and in the shadows of the dim light the kiss of his nipples raised the softness of the fabric. From his shoulders, arms full and needful of every inch of their sleeves raised and lowered and reached to embrace. Or was I imagining? From those arms, square and solid hands, crowned with delicate golden threads, tended ever so close to my lips, to my cheeks, to my brow. Or, was I imagining? What remained below, the table concealed, but his light and energetic gestured suggested the slimness of his waist and the fullness of his hips.

Did my lips approach his over the table? Did my eyes speak to him? Did my fingers find his hands?
“What do you say we share a drink?” he suggested.
“Sure.” I sputtered. Was dinner over? Had I eaten? “Here or at the bar?”
“Better than that,” he said. “I’ve got the good stuff up in my room.”
We were in the elevator. What was it I felt at my side as he pressed the fifth floor?
What was it I felt as we walked down the hall to his room?
What was it I felt as he opened the door and walked ahead of me.
There he was before me. There I saw the fullness of his shoulders, the ever so delicate taper of his waist, the soft folds of the cotton of his shirt as it slipped about the closure of his belt and directed my eye to the fullness of his hips, the roundness, the delicacy of their rhythm.
He went to a side table. Opened the bottle and poured. First for me. Then, for himself.
“Here, ya go. The good stuff.”
He drank. I drank.
My eyes met his. Did I lean toward him?

His lips were upon mine. His arms encircled my shoulders. His hips pressed against mine. Hands moved downward. Inside my belt. Inside my shorts. Against my skin.
I felt him. He felt me. His fingers groped the round of my ass. He pressed me against him.
Slowly he stepped back. His eyes burned into me. He paused. Then –

His fists ripped apart my shirt, rushed to the buckle of my belt, struggled and ripped against belt and button and zipper. Within seconds my dick thrust itself upward.
Within seconds, my shirt was gone, my pants pulled aside, my boxers wrenched to my knees and my throbbing cock was in his mouth.
He was on his knees before me. His lips rushing against my pubic hair. His hands crushing my ass, pressing my manhood deeper into his sucking throat and licking tongue.
“Yes. Yes.” I screamed. “Yes, you do want me.”

From deep within him I heard a great groan. His mouth pushed deeper. His lips sucked harder. And suddenly his fingers thrust themselves deep into my ass.
I heaved upward.
“Fuck me!” I screamed.
Did I faint? Did I fall? I don’t remember. But now, I was on my knees. It was he who stood above me.
I looked above me. The dream was too real, yet beyond belief. He paused. He set his legs astride me. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly my eyes intoxicated themselves by the vision of his fully formed chest, the soft golden down that lined the pecs and circles the nipples. The middle contours were pale and white, hairless. But, then, with measured pace, he undid his buckle, then the button and then the zipper. The pants fell. Quickly, he drew them away.

Plaid boxers crowned the depth of his thighs, full and round and tapering gradually to the knee. From there, just above my eyes, the extension of his muscled calves.
Slowly, he brought his arms and hands downward towards his crotch. His middle buckled. His knees bent. He groaned as his forearms nestled and pressed against his crotch and from the split in his boxers burst forth a thin but extensive man cock. Long and white, shimmering in the light, its head at the end of a gentle curve that flung upward towards his belly.

With the greatest gluttony my lips lunged upward. I seized that arching prize and rushed its entire length within my lusting throat. Even while my tongue and mouth heaved themselves upon this thrusting prize, my hands, as with a mind of their own, ripped his shorts from his waist, halting momentarily the energy of my mouth as the delicate cotton hurried below. His manhood glutted my breath.
I needed more. Reluctant to leave my captive, desirous to plunge further, my anxious tongue slipped to his balls. Around and around the full sack spun within me. And still it was not enough. From the ball sack to the ass hole my tongue licked it way. It explored, it tasted, it cherished. Then, in a frenzy of total abandon it drove itself deep into his ass hole. Ah, so rich, and full, So manly.

My mind was in a delirium. I knew nothing but this delight.
“Enough!” The word stilled me.
“Let me love you,” he whispered.
“Lay back….. Go ahead. Lay back.”
I fell to the floor. He was still above me. His firmly aggressive cock rose out above me.
“let me love you,” he whispered again as he bent slowly down to me. Across me. Above me. Upon me.
How my head spun as it felt the softness of his chest curls. How my hips and ass and cock trembled as they felt the weight of his body against them. How my lips fell helpless as the warmth of his kiss engulfed them.

Delicately he raised himself up. Delicately he lowered. I felt the manliness of his cock press against my stomach. I felt the softness of his chest hairs and the strength of his pecs press against me. I felt the solidity if his thighs against mine. He lowered and pushed. He lowered and pushed. Again and again his cock against my stomach,
I wanted him. I wanted his cum. I wanted his cum all across my stomach, all across my chest.
“Now, now,” I insisted. “Come on me,. Come on me.”
“Wait” he whispered.
Again his lips met mine. His tongue drove itself within my mouth. His dick forced itself into the walls of my stomach. His weight was suffocating. I could no longer breath.
“Please,’ I screamed. “Come on me now. Come on me now.”
Then, suddenly, he partially arose.
He spun me on to my stomach.
His hands gripped my thighs and spread my legs.
He lifted my ass upward, clutched within his grasp.

Frantically his tongue and lips darted into my ass hole as his muscled arms pulled my legs further and further apart.
Now again, with no time accountable, he lowered my ass and pulled my towards him.
His fingers ripped at my ass hole, pulling my rounded cheeks apart.
“Fuck!” he screamed. And in an instant his arching pole was in me.
“Fuck me “ I screamed. “Fuck me, Fuck me”

I felt the curve of his dick move from the entrance of my ass to delve deeply into the dark recess of manly organ.
Again and again. Deeper and deeper, His cock hairs bristled around my devouring hole.
“Come on:” I yelled. “Come you fucker! Come inside me! Come! Come!”
And with a scream of absolute surrender he fell upon my chest. The warm cum filled my insides.
His lips met mine. My tongue reached his.
We were one.