Chris00656

Hmm...other people's kink is karma. I think you're good.

It was an Atlantis cruise.

Funny enough, he was literally on the same cruise I just went on last week. He was definitely avaiable and selling his "services" on the ship.

What the heck. I guess I'll stop lurking and take a stab at it. It's only fair...I guess. I went to London for a week last month to celebrate my birthday and attend one of the T. Swizzle shows I scored a ticket for last year in July. This was a pretty new and exciting experience for me as it was my first trip to Europe, and a solo one at that, so I was ready for some action. I wanted to stay at a MisterB&B, but I couldn't find any hosts that I found attractive enough to "share a bed" with that lived close to Wembley Stadium, so I opted for a nearby hotel instead. During my second night, I received a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Normally, I wouldn't entertain this back in America, but I figured I might as well keep my options open, since I was in Europe and a little curious. As fate would have it, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but gave it a hot birthday experience. The message read "hey." Being the impatient person that I am, I immediately proceeded to ask for pics. What I saw quickly brought about a rush of blood to the head, and not the one connected to my neck. It was a caramel-toned Dominican boy with a pretty decent face and one of the best asses I had seen in a few months. From that moment on, I knew exactly who and what I wanted to do for the rest of my trip. It turns out that he has been living in London for the past three years, but only recently decided to create an account. He said that he messaged me because I was his type and he was tired of seeing the same boring guys around town. I was flattered, truly, but there was one problem. He's a top and guess what... Yep, I am too. So how was this going to work? I knew he was the one I wanted to be on top and inside of, but would he be submissive/passive enough for this to even be realistic? Fast forward to a couple of nudes being sent along with a little dirty talk and some efforts of mine to "feel out" if he was a strict top or could be a little vers if paired with the right guy. No matter what kind of top he was, I was adamant in my decision to not leave London without sticking my premium sausage in his Grade A buns. With consent, of course. It turns out that there was a sliver of hope as he mentioned that he will naturally assume a more submissive role if the vibe was right. Yes, alas, the light at the end of the tunnel! After all, I've always been told that one bottom's top is another top's bottom. Don't ask me how true that is. My sources won't be revealed. Skipping some more sexy talk, the next night comes along and we make plans for him to meet me at my hotel, so that I can give him a massage and "do everything else except fuck." Well, I guess we have to take our victories in small doses. I still wasn't giving up on completing the mission, so I agreed. I promised him that I wasn't going to try any funny business, and, honestly, I wasn't because I'm not that kind of person. I was planning on keeping my word and going at his pace. I couldn't risk losing the chance to massage his sweet brown cakes. Unfortunately, as all Grindr flake stories go, he miraculously failed to mention that his mother was visiting him that week from the Dominican Republic and that he didn't want to leave her alone for too long. Okay, completely understandable. I'd feel the same way, but my boner didn't care. Like clockwork, he proposed the idea that I should come to his house instead to play video games. Sorry, but I wasn't gonna jump, hop, skip, run, and fly over to the house of a guy I just met online during my first time in a foreign country and continent because I found him hot. I've seen enough horror movies and I definitely wouldn't be focused on playing Avatar on PS5 while sitting next to him. He said we didn't have to worry about his mom as she'd be asleep and we'd be quiet, but trust and believe he'd be anything but quiet if I had my way with him. As a result, I politely declined and suggested for us to try again the next day. My birthday has finally come and I'm on a high as I just got back to the hotel after waiting two hours to get an Uber from the stadium after the concert. I've never seen so many Swifties packed up like an army of sardines in a giant can, and I recommend that you don't either. I've noticed by now that I've caught a cold as my nose starts to run, my throat is getting sore and I'm feeling congested. I'm almost 100% certain it's due to the change in weather after the flight. I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower and get some steam going to inhale. I set my phone down to charge and after a few mniutes I hear that infamous Gridnr chime. Guess who it was. Yep, you got it. It was time to cash in on that raincheck. Birthday sex - I mean massage - here we come! Pun intended. Bieng the gentleman that I am, I let my guy of interest know that I wasn't feeling too well and that if he didn't want to go through with our activities that I wouldn't blame him. I didn't want him catching my germs and getting sick. Surprisingly, he said that he didn't care and wanted to make sure that I would still kiss him as he enjoyed being passionate. Umm...you definitely don't have to worry about that, sir. There's quite a few places I have in mind for kissing. So it goes, he threw on some sweats and was on his way. He pinged me again when he arrived and I came downstairs to greet him. Let's just say he looked like his pics, thankkfully. We got to my room and he gave me these little hot lemon powder packets that dissolve in water and soothe cold and sore throat symptoms. How cute and thoughtful was that? I never had a hook-up be so considerate to that extent before. He definitely earned his brownie points that night for sure. I offered him a drink from the mini fridge in my room, we sat down and talked a while about his family, job, etc. He was a pretty solid guy, but all I could think about was undressing him and I couldn't even stop myself from rubbing his thigh like I was petting a damn dog. I wanted to see the bakery and I wanted to get my hands on his muffins!! The good part soon comes when he asks me to give him the massage I promised. He starts to take his clothes off, I lay them on the sofa, gets some soft R&B music playing from his iPhone through the TV, and then I turn the lights down low while taking my clothes off. Now, check this out. This guy hands me some massage oil to get the job done. And no, it wasn't baby oil. How crazy is that? I don't know if I'll ever be fortunate enough to find another person as attentive as him again. He lays spread eagle and face down on the bed. I get right on top of him and work my massage magic for a good 15 minutes. I, of course, focus on his beautiful butt and even work some slight tender rubs on his manhole. I am hard as a rock and precumming at this point. And that says a lot because it's so rare for me to precum and I honestly don't know why. He moans lightly and I know I got him where I want him. I tell him to turn over and show some love to his cock. Yes, some tops aren't afraid to play with penises other than their own. I start jerking him off slowly and lean in for a nice, sensual kiss while grabbing him all over. This last for another 15 minutes. He starts precumming like a faucet...literally. I've never experienced someone precum so much the way he did. It seemed like our lips took forever to part. When they finally did, I stared in his eyes and he said those glorious words I wanted to hear, folks. "Fuck me." I raced off the bed to my suitcase to get my stash of condoms. I slabbed a good amount of lube on his hole and my cock and the rest was history. Let's just say that it was a chore trying to keep quiet, but there were no noise complaints from the neighbors, so I guess we did a good job. Or maybe they were too busy getting off to us doing our thing. Either way, I'm glad we could be of assistance. He couldn't stay the night like we both wanted because he didn't want to leave his mother by herself, so he ordered his Uber and off he went. We tried the long distance thing, but we all know how that goes. He's coming to New York in March, so we'll see if we can make it happen again. Regardless, he'll be the first one I call the next time I'm in London.

Yummy! There's nothing like some beautiful stretch marks on a sexy guy's butt. It just makes you want to really give it your best effort to spread those mountains and get to work. Those tiger stripes really get me going. Wouldn't you agree? Let's show some love and appreciation.

Surely, you can find some images online with similar hands, right? If they're this sexy, I need to know how sexy!

Huh? No pictures, mate? I'm a visual learner!