"This is my first time in Texas. It's different than what I was expecting."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yeah, it's not all rolling hills, mesas, and cowboys on horseback."
I thought it better to get the stereotypes out of the way up front with a little sarcasm, and help me calm down a bit.
"Houston is actually one of the most multi-cultural cities in America. That's probably why the food is so great down here."
We were working our way down Richmond Avenue towards I-610 and eventually up to the Katy Freeway and all points westward. It was getting close to 10 o' clock and I've never been the best at night driving. It was a typical balmy Spring evening in Houston, around 65 or 70 degrees Fahrenheit of course. I say 'of course' because my companion didn't seem like he was from the States to begin with, more of a Celsius kind of guy. My phone showed that we had about 35 minutes to go before arriving back at my house.
"I will say though that I do own a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat...and my parents do own a farm in East Texas around a thousand acres. We don't own any horses though. They retired up there after living in the city for years."
Everything North of Houston is often called 'up there' even when referring to East Texas. My mind wandered momentarily thinking about what was to come this evening. My new friend was quiet as well. Maybe he was as nervous as me, or just tired from his day.
"Does it ever get cold in Houston?"
"Sometimes it gets down in the 30s, but most of the time the winters are in the 40s or 50s. Unlike our freak winter storm a few weeks back that knocked us down around 7 degrees overnight and we lost power for almost a week. Summers are quite hot and humid."
"That sounds a lot like Miami."
I should probably back up a little and explain how we got to this point.
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If I had taken out an ad in the local paper, or whatever the hell people did these days to find someone, it would read, "SWM desperately seeking...blah blah blah."
No seriously, I'm your classic middle-aged white guy, recently divorced from the mother of my two fantastic children, upon realizing (or better yet finally admitting to myself) that I am completely, without a doubt, one-hundred percent gay.
My kids are pretty much the focus of my life when they aren't with their mom. She and I divorced amicably a few years ago after I admitted the truth. I guess I'm somewhat proud that I never cheated on her. I didn't want to keep living a lie though and she wouldn't have deserved that anyway. We both want what's best for the kids and do whatever we can to give them a happy and stable childhood, albeit in two separate homes now.
Having been born and raised in Texas with an extremely conservative, religious fundamentalist family, you could say I was a bit repressed in my sexual awareness. That hasn't kept me from figuring out what I liked since coming out a few years ago.
I weigh around 180 pounds and am just under six feet tall with blue eyes and brown hair. I'm pretty much a twink as far as body types go, almost totally hairless on my torso other than my pits and around my perfectly average six inch cut cock when hard.
Porn has been my best friend for a while now throughout my journey of 'self discovery' but that gets a bit boring after a while. Perhaps my view of what a real man looks like has been skewed by my porn habits. I'm also quite the introvert with a fair amount of self-doubt based on my upbringing.
You could say I was looking for some guaranteed fun without the hassle of having to deal with the upfront social interaction, which leads me to my first experience with a male escort.
What's the worst that could happen really?!
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I didn't get a very good look at David when he came out of his hotel and jumped into my pickup. Yeah, I own a truck, big deal, its still Texas. I digress.
I assumed David wasn't his real name, but that's what his profile showed online.
I texted him just after I pulled up in front of a somewhat seedy looking hotel, noticing a young woman and a guy hanging around the entrance. They didn't strike me as a couple, more like a manager and his staff, if you catch my subtly. Anyway, David came down a few minutes later and hopped in the front seat, leaning over for a quick but friendly kiss. I wasn't exactly used to that from a perfect stranger but I suppose that's the European influence.
He seemed very confident, but I guess he knew what he was doing, and he could have taken me on if he needed to without much effort. We had texted several times throughout the day getting to know a bit about each other. Until he spoke I didn't realize he had an amazing French accent.
"So since we know where I'm from, how about you tell me a little bit about yourself?" I asked.
"I'm from Belgium originally, but moved to the US several years ago. I have lived in LA for some time and just recently moved to Miami." He was pretty much at ease with himself or had given this little speech enough to do so smoothly. He was clearly well travelled.
Speaking of well travelled, I brought my dog along for the drive, partly because I didn't want to lock her up at home and also because she's a pretty good guard dog. This being my first escort, I didn't know what to expect. She greeted David enthusiastically when he hopped in the truck, licking his cheek and sniffing him obsessively. So maybe I was jealous of my dog. That's MY plaything! It was a great icebreaker for conversation regardless.
We kept chatting as we drove down I-10 towards my part of town, stopping to pick up some dinner along the way. Funny enough, we settled on some Cuban-Mexican fusion food at a great place nearby, drive-through of course, with all of the COVID restrictions around town. I figured with him now living in South Florida he was somewhat used to the Cuban influence already.
The more we talked, the more I realized how laid back he was. His profile pics showed such a strong, serious face, I didn't know what to expect. His body shots would have made you shoot in your pants. Seriously, they were that gorgeous! I did spend a good amount of time looking at different guys before I ended up on David. I wanted someone that was downright sinful looking if this was going to be my first experience with an escort.
Soon enough we pulled up to my home, your typical 4 bed-4 bath single story home in a relatively new neighborhood West of the city. David carried a small designer backpack inside while I grabbed the food and closed the door. My dog of course ran inside to continue her inspection...very thorough that one.
Stepping into the light behind him, I could see he was just a bit shorter than me, maybe around 5 feet 9 inches but substantially more muscular. He probably weighed more than me despite my extra height. He had dark brown, closely cropped hair and a well groomed beard. He was dressed in what I would call casual European attire. I didn't recognize the t-shirt brand but the Moschino warmup pants were familiar at least online. His face was stunningly handsome with very expressive bluish yellow eyes. He had a single stud earring in his right ear.
We ate our dinner of Cuban chicken with sides of black beans,rice and plantains. It was tasty but neither of us were too hungry in anticipation of the fun still to come.
After that, I gave him a quick tour of the house, ending in the master bathroom.
We decided to relax in the soaking tub first. I started by adding bath salts and bubble bath after letting the water heat up first. Who doesn't enjoy soaking in a tub with a beautiful sexy man? I stood up after lighting my favorite tiare-scented candle and stifled a gasp. Ho-ly shit. David was standing in front of my toilet in nothing but a sexy pair of tight white CK bikini briefs getting ready to piss. I never thought I would remotely consider water sports, but looking at his perfectly muscular bubble butt and wide tanned shoulders I pretty much would have let him do whatever. It didn't come to that though. C'est la vie!
For whatever reason, my nervousness completely left me at that point. I stripped off all of my clothes, already hard as a rock, by the time he finished peeing. He didn't bother pulling up his underwear, but let his dick hang out over the top of the waistband. The night just kept getting better. His cock wasn't freakishly huge like so many online stories. He was still somewhat soft around 4 or 5 inches, but damn was he thick. I nearly dropped to my knees right then.
If David's strong back was impressive, his chest and abs were to die for. He obviously spent a lot of time in the Florida sun and had the perfect natural tan. His chest was very well developed but not overly so. His pecs were covered in a generous coat of straight brown hair that swirled across and down towards his stomach and around each nipple. Oh God, I couldn't wait to run my hands across them.
The hair continued down southward over some very nice abs right to his trimmed pubes above his cock. There was a faint tan line at his waist, hinting at a speedo, but clearly he went without at some point. I made a mental note to ask about that later.
His thighs were powerful with a similar amount of hair to his chest. His calves and feet were proportional to the rest of him, along with some obviously powerful biceps and forearms. I don't think I could describe a more perfect male specimen. He smiled somewhat nervously which sort of surprised me.
"Are you ready to get in?" I asked.
"You have a nice cock too." He replied and chuckled. Okay, so maybe I had been staring at one part of his form a bit too long. I blushed a little.
"Yeah, I've always enjoyed it." I tried to reply coolly, avoiding my embarrassment. I'm not sure it worked.
He laughed again and then slowly stepped into the water sitting at the far end of the tub. I eased in after him facing towards him.
I had the water quite warm, just bordering on being too hot for comfort, but it was perfect. We both sighed at the same time. Of course, my dog ran in and put her front paws on the tub surround and started licking him. Damn it! Why do I have to get jealous of a dog?!
We spread our legs around each other and eased further down into the water with our balls almost touching. The bubbles had cleared just enough that I could see unhindered from his chest down to his dick. He was half hard but rising quickly with the help of the hot water. David reached down at about the same time I did and grabbed my hard-on. I couldn't hold back the moan. His dick was maybe an inch longer than mine but so much thicker.
One can never understate the pleasure from holding another man's erection in your hand. He was still a bit spongy but the core of his dick was firming up rapidly. When he reached full mast, I was amazed at how hard and wide he was mid-shaft. He tapered down to a pointed head, not what I would call overly large or bulbous.
"I was circumcised last year. My doctor told me it would be best."
His foreskin was evidently very tight and painful sometimes and never fully retracted when erect. We slowly stroked each other, enjoying the size and texture of the other, neither really trying to get the other off.
I was suddenly more aware of his body art. He had a simple line of script over his heart, another along his right rib cage and left forearm as well as something on his inside wrist.
"What do your tattoos mean?"
"Oh." He was excited or nervous, maybe both.
"The one on my chest is for my younger sister...Under here...", pointing at his ribs "This one is for my dad. And over here is for me." Pointing to his left forearm." The one I couldn't see on his wrist was in a beautiful floral pattern.
He said more about their design and meaing, but it seemed too personal to share. It was fairly obvious family was very important to him. I didn't push for further details sensing some hesitation. Being such an introvert, I tend to observe others more closely than most I guess. I think it caught him off guard. Its funny though in hindsight, I kept looking at the tattoo on his chest thinking of something I had seen previously but I just couldn't place it. I was a bit distracted to be very honest.
"What sort of things are you into?" He asked, bringing me back to the present.
"Oh, where to start. I'm pretty much a bottom and I love eating out a man's ass, especially if its furry." He had a small smile. "I also love to swallow cock, but I'm not sure if I've had one quite as thick as yours so we'll have to see how that goes." I laughed through the last few words.
During one of our text conversations earlier in the day, I told him I simply wanted to worship his body all night long. That was no exaggeration.
After soaking for a few more minutes, our skin had softened and I felt his chest and stomach for the first time. His body hair was coarse, but flexible. His muscles were another matter altogether, speaking to many hours in the gym to be sure. I turned around slowly sliding my smooth ass down his stomach and grazing the underside of his erect cock. I ended up with my back against his chest and his arms wrapped around me. It felt sort of weirdly romantic since we weren't a couple at all but I still enjoyed the moment.
I caressed my hands down his forearms feeling the same thick by pliant hair there and then down his thighs and calves. It was heavenly. His dick was pressing along my lower back but with seemingly no destination in mind, at least that I could tell. I massaged his large feet under the water, hoping he would enjoy the rubdown as much as I had already. Pretty soon, we eased up and out of the tub and started to dry off.
Before leaving to pick him up, I set up my favorite assortment of toys and lubes on the vanity. I asked him what his preference for lube was after describing the few on hand.
He quickly unscrewed the lid on the large container of coconut oil.
"I always use this, even at home. It's great for your hair, skin and as lube as well. My friends always joke that they know where I've been since I use so much on myself. I tend to leave oily spots on things throughout the day" he admitted. "I also don't trust the others since you never know what's really in them."
"Yeah, that's why I purchased this one. I read a lot of reviews online about the best lube and coconut oil seemed to be very popular."
While I was talking, he reached in and dug out a thick white chunk and began slathering it all over his body.
"Oh, this smells really nice. So many of them don't smell much like coconut after all the refining and processing."
"I bought this one online and I love it. It's also the largest container I could find." He snapped a quick pic with his phone to look up later.
As he was finishing his coconut oil application, I was already thinking ahead to the bedroom. I kicked my dog out and shut the door. She wasn't very happy about it but I was tired of sharing!
"Would you be interested in a massage?"
"I think I would enjoy that very much."
Years before, my older cousin had been training to become a licensed massage therapist. I had taken some advanced Biology courses in college so I remembered a lot of the muscle groups from human anatomy. She was very thankful and gave me quite a few free massages for practice, as was required for licensure. No complaints from me! Anyway, I found what I preferred from a massage and also learned how to give a massage later on, never professionally of course, but its great for getting someone in the mood!
I had David lie face down on my king-size bed after pulling back the sheets. He was already pretty slick from the coconut oil so I only added a bit more for my hands. I took a moment to again admire his beauty and raw power. I began kneading his shoulders and down either side of his spine, applying a good amount of pressure. His back was incredibly strong so I had to work hard to have any affect. The things we do for others! He and I both enjoy deeper massages it seemed.
"Swedish massages don't do anything for me. If it doesn't hurt the next day, the masseuse isn't pushing hard enough."
I continued down his lower back and soon began working over his best asset. His glutes were as beautiful as the rest of him and so very firm. I worked slowly towards his furry crack and worked my fingers down teasingly from both cheeks. I really wanted to plant my face in there. Taking just a moment to catch my breath, I lowered my body over him and ran my face down his shoulders and spine, eventually to his ass. I gently but persistently pushed between his cheeks, enjoying the sensation of working my face so far down. He smelled wonderfully of coconut, a bit if sweat after the hot soak in the tub and a small amount of male musk. It was a potent mix for sure. I just couldn't resist any longer.
Without asking for permission, I dove down once again and began eating his ass with so much passion my head was spinning. That could also have be the lack of oxygen but who cares. His ass crack was filled with the same hair as the rest of his body, but more dense in this case. He had such a beautiful tight hole. It was a bit darker colored than the adjacent skin, speaking to his mixed Mediterranean heritage. God I love Italians but I digress once again.
I licked up and down his crack several times and then aimed for the bullseye. I have been told on more than one occasion that I have a really talented, long tongue. Someone once said, "You'll make a woman very happy one day with a tongue like that." If they only knew. Judging by David's string of moans and their increasing volume, I was doing something right on my end.
I could have spent all night down there just eating, licking, sucking and spearing his hole with my stiff tongue but he was getting really worked up. As I was worshiping his hole, I had also spread his legs a bit to gently massage his balls. He was pretty hairy everywhere except for his balls and must keep them well trimmed. I didn't mind at all as I worked my tongue down and sucked them backwards into my mouth.
He suddenly flipped over and grabbed me forcefully, his first indication of taking charge all evening. I didn't mind in the least. He grabbed the coconut oil and rubbed more on his thick prick just as I was inserting a chunk into my ass to melt. We were both so hot it didn't take but a second to fully melt. I traded places with him, laying down and pulled my ass high in the air with my legs resting on his shoulders. He had an animalistic look on his face. I was grinning like crazy. I didn't wait for foreplay and basically begged to be fucked hard. No problem with David apparently. He lined up and pushed home in one powerful thrust. As I said before, he wasn't overly long but oh so thick. His dick felt amazing in my ass, perfectly proportioned for a magical experience. He pounded hard right from the start, hammering me mercilessly. I was totally blissed out. It was not long before he was sweating profusely from the exertion. Nothing could have made the moment better. Eventually he tired and told me to ride him.
I slowly crawled atop his magnificent form and adjusted his dick to align perfectly with my eager hole. I sat down in one swift move. Had I planned my weekend a bit better, things might have lasted longer. Some moron, namely me, thought it would be a good idea to have a 60 minute sports stretching massage following by a 90 minute deep tissue massage earlier in the day. I was completely destroyed by that point in the evening.
I rode him for all that I was worth, which wasn't much. My quads started quivering and I basically collapsed onto him without cumming. I didn't even care. Sometimes, making someone else have all, or most of the pleasure, is just as fun. At least that's what I kept telling myself. David was pretty worn out as well. r"
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