5 comments/ 14238 views/ 3 favorites Serving Rich By: 1077ad This story is dedicated to "Rich", who shared some fantasies and pictures with me over email. We fell out of touch, but I hope this would please him. I would love to hear what you thought of this story, so I'd encourage you to send feedback in the box at the end. ------------- "Detroit, Chicago, Madison." I shook my head as I looked at my laptop screen. Not this time. Two weeks later: "L.A. and San Diego." Nope. The next month: "Wilmington, Atlanta, Jacksonville." I forgot when it started but for awhile now Rich had been sending me lists of the cities he was going to on his business trips. September: "Seattle and Portland." We'd started corresponding in the usual way, with Rich liking a story I had written and sending an appreciative email. I had sent him a picture of my cock in return. October: "Washington D.C. and Baltimore." Rich sent one back, and soon we were exchanging fantasies - two straight men who felt a longing to experience another man's cock. Our desires complemented each other nicely, as Rich was a little more dominant and I was more submissive. This lasted longer than the usual email exchange, and after awhile I would occasionally masturbate on webcam for Rich to watch. November: "London and Paris." I wish! Both Rich and I talked about actually following through on our desires, but neither of us seemed to be able to break through the barriers to add to our limited real-world man-on-man experiences. At one point, I half-joked that I would be willing to service Rich if one of his business trips passed through my town, though I was careful enough about my privacy that I had never said where I lived. The lists in Rich's emails began soon after. And now: "Cincinnati, Cleveland, Minneapolis." I stared at the monitor, long enough that the screensaver kicked in. Then I started rubbing my cock. I held my breath and read the list again. I hit 'reply'. "So... When will you be in Minneapolis?" * * * * * After I parked the car and turned the engine off I sat in the driver's seat for a minute. I could just drive back home, I thought. This could be... not good. I wasn't worried about ending up a torso in a suitcase so much as, well... what if it wasn't as good as my fantasies? I exited the car. On the other hand, if I don't try I'll never know. There were some butterflies in my stomach, but I didn't really have time to be nervous because the lounge was attached to the lobby, and I spotted Rich right away. That was a little surprising, given I'd only seen him from the waist down. But the friendly-faced guy in his 50's looked like what the guy I'd been corresponding with should have looked like. He was average-looking, I guess, but to be honest his face didn't really matter to me. I had already seen the part of his body that I was attracted to. I sat down beside him as he looked up from a Kindle. "Hi, Danny," he said - so I guess the instant recognition worked both ways. He was finishing off a beer, and there was a full one waiting for me across the table. The small talk was a little awkward, but we'd agreed that we'd give each other a once-over for few minutes in public, each of us with the option to back out. I was surely not the most objective observer, but his body language was "right", and suddenly I was eager to get on with it, to be up in his room. I think he picked up on that because he smiled, and pointedly settled back in his chair, taking a slow pull of his beer. He was already taking charge, dictating the pace, and I was forced to take a breath and pay attention to the conversation. About ten minutes later, he took one last swig of his beer and set the glass down with finality. I finished mine as well as he looked at me, asking, "ready to go up?" I swallowed. Nodded. He stood up and I followed him to the elevator, noticing as I stood up how fast my heart was beating. Blinking, hardly noticing my surroundings, I was suddenly following him through the door to his room. It's happening! I thought to myself. It was probably for the best that Rich was taking charge. "Get undressed," he said to me as he sat in a chair beside the writing desk. Here we go! I leaned down and untied my shoes, kicked them off, and pulled off my socks. I stood back up and unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, and my pants just as quickly. Only when I was down to my underwear did I pause and throw in any sort of "sexy" flourish, turning around and bending over, half sliding my underwear down to reveal my asscrack and then sliding it back up. I turned around and did the same with the front, going even slower before letting them drop to the floor. And now, here I was, standing naked in front of a stranger in his hotel room. Of course, he had seen me before - or most of me - of webcam, but this was viscerally different. Exciting. I felt my cock twitch, and looking at Rich I could see he had noticed it too. "Wow, okay. Just stand there for a minute... I really want to look at you." I was excited and nervous at that. My body, with its noticeable belly is far from perfect and I was simply not used to thinking that people might be excited by it. Then I thought maybe it wasn't my face or the rest of me that Rich was most interested in, and my cock stirred a little more. Leaning forward in his chair, but making no move to get closer in to touch me, he instructed me to shift to a few different poses. Turn around to show him my ass (hardly the taut buttocks that were supposed to be a big turn on) and then putting my hands on my head to stretch out more. He looked me over for nearly five minutes, with only the occasional command. Then he looked up at me and spoke. "All right, I think it's time for you to show me that you're as dirty as you've been saying. Get on your hands and knees." As I lowered myself to the floor he stood up. He made a pointing gesture towards the restroom, and I started to crawl in that direction. He walked behind me, and I could feel his eyes on my ass. "I've been getting ready for you," he said. Since I got here I've had the 'no maid service' sign up. And, as you can see, I've been a little... sloppy." Following his gaze, I looked at the toilet. The seat had been left up, and I could see what he meant by 'sloppy', as there were a couple days of piss splatters on the rim. "So... do you want to show me that you're dirty?" He didn't have to explain any further. In fact, this was something that had arisen from a secret fantasy of mine that I had told to Rich. A small part of my mind was thinking about the difference between fantasy and actually doing something, but I wanted to prove that I was as dirty as he could imagine. So I crawled over to lick the toilet rim clean. There was a big splatter right at the front that must have been fairly recent, and a pushed the tip of my tongue through it. I looked up at him for a moment, then quickly began cleaning the rim with slow, broad tongue strokes. There were a few small pools of piss, plus scattered splatters all around, and below that dried patches of the same from the couple previous days. After a few licks, the taste of it hit me - strong and faintly metallic. I could even taste a difference between the fresh and dried piss. A surge of excitement passed through me. I'm doing it! I'm licking this man's toilet clean with my tongue! There was a funny pulsating quiver in my cock as I gave the rim one last slurp. I looked up, and it was damp, gleaming clean from my tongue. "Wow," said Rich, sounding faintly surprised that I had gone through with it. "This is what you came here for, right? To get a taste of a man's piss? Well, just stay there beside the toilet. You can watch, but you can't have this yet." With that, he unzipped his fly and quickly fished out his cock, and then began to piss. He was right, I was positively aching to touch it, to taste it, but he had told me to wait, and I could only watch, which was thrilling enough... finally, seeing another man pissing up close! Fascinated, my eyes traced the path of his piss from the splashes in the toilet bowl back to the cock that I had seen so many pictures of. His heavy, dangling balls were still hidden in his pants, but I licked my lips at the sight of his penis, which had a pleasing thickness even in its flaccid state and a pretty, bulbous head. All too quickly he was done pissing, giving himself a quick shake before tucking his cock back in his pants, as if this were a normal situation where there wasn't a naked man on his knees beside the toilet. He turned and walked from the washroom, giving a little sweep with his hand to indicate I should follow. Crawling once again, I followed him back into the main area of the hotel room. He returned to the chair in front of the desk and pulled himself around so he was facing an open laptop. He pointed to the floor beside him and I crawled over, resting on my knees beside him. There was an ice bucket on the desk, and he reached into it to pull out a lite beer which he opened and handed to me. He did the same for himself before turning to the computer. With a couple clicks, he'd pulled up a porn video. "Let's just watch this for a bit," he said as he clicked play. It was a scene with two guys and a girl, about nineteen or twenty, sitting in a sauna. They were speaking in a foreign language, German maybe, but only briefly before one of the men, than then the other, started kissing the girl. But quickly it became obvious that the two guys were also interested in something else, too, as one proceeded to go down on the other. It was frustrating to wait instead of pushing forward with Rich, but I could tell he was continuing to try and keep the pace slow. The scene was actually very hot with the two teenaged guys sucking each other off, plus I kept getting rushes when I saw Rich lean over to look down at my cock, standing at full attention. By the time we had watched the full video, about fifteen minutes, I was raring to go. The fact that Rich had been squeezing his still-concealed cock every few seconds made me think he was ready too. But instead of switching to action mode, we watched another, shorter video. This was set in a locker room and involved the members of a soccer team initiating a new member. Lying on a bench, the other players took turns pissing on him before he started sucking their cocks, ending with his face being covered in a layer of man-goo. By this point I was so horny that pretty much all of my nervousness had abated, and we had both finished our beers. Rich turned and looked down at me. "So, are you ready to see my cock now?" I nodded, swallowed, and managed to grunt affirmatively. He stood up. "Why don't you undress me?" Nodding, I reached over and untied his shoes. He lifted his feet for me to pull them off, along with his socks. I raised myself up enough to undo his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his zipper down and his pants fell around his waist. He lifted one leg and then another and I tossed the pants aside. I was never particularly into men's bodies beyond cocks and assholes, but it was exciting to have Rich in front of me, and I could feel a certain eroticism just from his presence. I ran my hands up his legs, stopping at the bottom of his boxers, then pulled myself up so I could unbutton his shirt. That fell to the ground, and I touched his chest, rubbing my fingers over his nipples. He was solid, warm, a man. But there was more to him yet. I fell back to my knees, his crotch at eye level. I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, then reached behind and squeezed his buttocks. Then finally, thrillingly, I squeezed his cock through his boxers, and I felt it pulse beneath me. Rich breathed in sharply. My fingers now gripped the bottom of the boxers' legs, I tugged the elastic waistband down about half an inch, pausing to run my fingers along the strip of flesh that had been revealed. I tugged the boxers down another inch, revealing the top of his public hair, and again I slowly caressed that zone. Then one more tug, and the base of his cock was revealed. I leaned in to breathe in his manly crotch scent, and my lips kissed the flesh on either side of his cock through his thick bush. Getting the scent - and then the taste - of him, it was hard to keep going as slowly as I had been, but I knew I wanted to stretch out the feelings for Rich. So another tug, revealing more of his shaft, and I let my index finger curl around behind it to rub the underside of his shaft. And leaned in again to breathe in the smell of his manhood. And another inch, another delicate touch, another sniff - and now some little licks on either side of his cock. Another tug - and all was revealed. I let the boxers fall to the floor as I leaned back to take in the whole of his cock. I knew it from the many pictures we had exchanged, but to see it in the flesh was to render it both familiar and strange. Dangling freely with its pleasing thickness, and his large, loose balls dangling low behind. There was some grey amongst the black of his wiry pubic hair. It was a regular cock, probably an average cock, but it looked just right for my hands and my mouth. I leaned in again to breathe in his scent. It was a little faint, but entirely pleasing - musky without smelling overpoweringly sweaty. Well, I was going to see if I could make him sweat a little. I looked up and smiled. "It looks great," I said. "Do you mind if I touch it?" "I can't wait!" Rich replied. He was eager and ready and I knew he had been long fantasizing about this moment. So, of course, I tried to draw it out as long as possible. I leaned in so that his cock was just an inch from my mouth, and I softly blew on it. When my breath hit him, Rich's whole body trembled a little. I put the palm of my hand on his right thigh, and moved it up and down slowly several times before sliding it inwards so the back of my fingers were rubbing his balls. I kept rubbing his right thigh while I leaned over and kissed the other, and then licked up and down in the same way my hand had just been moving. After a little more of this, I shifted my hand so that I could rub his scrotum and then gently squeeze his balls. Rich made a little muffled noise and his cock twitched in front of me, so I squeezed his balls a little harder. I was being super-careful here, not really sure of how far this would feel good before I'd hurt him. I was sort of in the dark here as I never tended to play with my own balls that much, but I knew that Rich had mentioned several times how he liked having them squeezed. Not wanting to hurt him, I went back to rubbing them as I looked over the cock that was slowly coming to life below my face. It looked so exciting that I couldn't keep my hands off it any longer. Trying to seem casual, I reached up with my left hand and gripped his cock at the base, lifting the whole thing up. I think my hand was shaking a little, bur Rich seemed a little unsteady too. My right hand slowly stroked it up and down. It's so warm! If feels... alive! I was touching another man's cock for the first time in so long. And this time, it's not rushed, furtive. I can explore... My fingers moved all over his shaft, sensing the subtle differences. I reached the spongy bulb of his cockhead, taking a moment to softly stroke the ultra-sensitive flesh at the underside of the glans. I traced the length of his shaft, and then down to his crinkly pubic hair and back to his balls, stroking them while my other hand stayed on his cock. I could feel him responding in several ways - his knees dipping just a tiny bit as I hit certain spots; little intakes of breath, and his chest rising and falling a little more quickly; and of course, his cock slowly coming to full erection under my caresses. I kept touching and stroking it for as long as I could bear, and then I licked my lips. I looked up at him. "I'm going to suck your cock now." Rich exhaled sharply. As I slid my lips over his cockhead, I'm not sure which of us was more excited. But I figured I'd let him worry about his own reactions and I would just concentrate on this fantasy coming true. So as I ran my tongue along the underside of his head, feeling it swell oh-so-slightly, I just tried to breathe through my nose and keep calm. Concentrate on the moment. Feel it... taste it... There was a different sort of slickness against my tongue and I realized his pre-come had begun to flow. I pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and swallowed. It doesn't really taste... well, no... there's something there. Something subtle. Something wonderful. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead again, then carefully moved in, taking more of him in my mouth. I was most worried about nicking his skin with my teeth, and I curled my lips inward a little more, thinking back to all the hours I had spent practicing on my dildo. Jesus, this is so much better than the dildo. Now I started moving my head up and down on his shaft a little, slowly taking in a little more of his cock. My mouth felt full of his warm manhood, and with my lips forming a tight seal around his cock, I sucked in a little, my cheeks tightening against the sides of his shaft. Rich moaned, so I breathed in and out through my nose, then did it again. Trying to keep the suction on his cock, I started moving up and down again, releasing that only so that I could wiggle my tongue around a little more. There was a weird electric sensation on my lips, and I could hardly believe how stimulating it was to be sucking his cock. Although I had fantasized about it so much, I had never really realized how giving a blowjob could be almost as pleasurable as getting one. I was getting a little less subtle now, bobbing up and down more quickly and trying to take him a little deeper, but I could only go so far without it feeling uncomfortable. So I kept going for a little while longer. My left hand reached over to find his balls, and I began to gently squeeze them. Rich moaned again, and after a few seconds, I felt his balls twitch a little bit. "I'm gonna come soon," Rich said. I pulled back a bit, so my lips were wrapped around his cockhead, and my other hand reached over to start stroking his shaft, slick with my spit. A few seconds of that put him over the top, and his cock began twitching. Suddenly I could feel his come shooting into my mouth. And then I could taste it. It was salty and sour in a way that was different from my own. I wasn't sure if it tasted good, but it was so compelling. I swallowed, and then swallowed again as his cock shot out another jet. There were a couple smaller pulses, and then his orgasm was done. I swallowed the last of it, then pulled my mouth off his cock so that I could lick him clean. Rich was puffing a little as I stopped and looked up at him. "Thank you," I said. "That was everything I was hoping for." Rich smiled, and stepped over to the ice bucket and opened another lite beer. "Well, I have something else in my cock for you." I closed my eyes and shivered, wondering if my next fantasy - my piss fantasy - was going to finally come true. When I looked back at Rich, he pointed towards the washroom again, and once more I crawled there on my hands and knees. Rich had apparently thought the next part through, as he quickly directed me into position, sitting on the floor with my back to the toilet bowl and my head tilted back over the opening. The front of the rim dug in between my shoulder blades as I looked up at the ceiling. Rich stepped above me, his legs straddling my hips and he was suddenly towering above me. He looked me over. "Your face... your mouth is the toilet now," he said. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Serving Rich I'm sure he could see the longing in my eyes as I nodded. My lips tried to find their words, to plead with him to let me be his toilet, but before any sound could come, Rich grabbed his cock and aimed. Rich was pissing in my mouth. His aim was nearly exact, and only a small spatter splashed onto my cheek. Otherwise his piss flowed right into my open mouth. My nearly full mouth. Reflexes took over and I swallowed. And then swallowed again. It had all happened so quickly that only then did I begin to taste it, strong and bitter. But the fact I was tasting his piss sent a weird surge right through me and I tensed up all over, feeling almost like I was having an orgasm. That distracted me enough that I almost started choking, but I managed to keep swallowing as Rich's beers were recycled into my mouth. I swallowed it all, and it was exquisite. His flow finally slowed and his last burst of piss hit my chin and chest. He shook the last couple drips from his cock onto my belly and then he looked down at me. Everything was still for a moment: calm, pure. Then Rich farted, which broke the spell. He gave me a sheepish grin and chuckled as the smell hit me. "Oops, looks like I have some other business here as well. You better move aside." At his gesture, I crouched down beside the toilet as I did when I watched him piss, without putting the seat down, Rich sat on the porcelain rim and leaned forward slightly. There was a quiet moment, then a hissing gurgle, then he began taking a dump right beside me. I wasn't sure how to feel about this. It was, all at once, both thrillingly intimate and a little gross. But we had said how we wanted to share our bodies with each other, and I guess it included even this taboo. Rich made quick work of it, and after a couple grunts and splashes, it looked like he was done. He looked over at the roll of toilet paper, then he looked at me. "I bet you want to show me again how dirty you are." I was a little scared, but I realized I was nodding. And then I realized my instinct that guided that involuntary response was right - I wanted what was coming next. Rich stood up and took a shuffling step over to the sink. Facing it, he gripped the counter and bent over, sticking his ass out towards me. "Go ahead," he said, looking over his shoulder at me. "You can be my toilet paper." Feeling dizzy, I half-crawled so I was behind him. I pulled myself up on my knees so that his buttocks were right in front of my face. My hands reached up and settled on his butt cheeks, slowly pulling them apart. There was a strong smell emanating from there, and a dark brown smear that led to his asshole. Oh fuck - I'd jerked off a lot thinking about licking a man's asshole, and about licking Rich's asshole. But now there was something I had to do to claim my prize. Hardly hesitating, I leaned in with my tongue protruding, and I licked the shit smear in his asscrack. I'm licking his shit! echoed through my mind, but despite the shock of it, it wasn't as gross as I'd feared. the taste was... strong, but not entirely unpleasant. I licked again, sliding my tongue closer to his asshole. "Fuck, yeah!" Rich said, his voice loud and husky in the confined space of the washroom. "Lick me clean." Another tongue-stroke, this time running right over his asshole. Most of the stray shit-smears were gone now. I swallowed, and the taste was a little less strong in my mouth. I licked again, and it was different - a purer, vaguely salty taste. A wonderfully musky taste. This was what I had fantasized about, what I'd wanted for years - the taste of a man's asshole. There was no stopping me now, as I began lapping hungrily at it. Rich moaned. "Oh yeah, you want that asshole, don't you? It feels fuckin' great to have your tongue in there." he kept speaking like that as I pushed my tongue into him, his buttocks muffling his words. I don't know how long I kissed and licked his asshole. We both seemed to be enjoying this, so neither of us were in a rush to call it off. Rich's knees buckled slightly a couple times as I continued rimming him, hypnotized by the taste on my tongue and the smell in my nostrils. But eventually, Rich pulled himself to a standing position, and I had to pull away. "That was good work, Danny. I think it's time for you to get a reward." I felt a strange burst of pride and thankfulness at his kind words, and an eagerness to accept a reward from this man. Still on my knees, Rich motioned for me to turn around so I was facing the toilet. He leaned down and pressed the flat of his hand between my shoulder blades, guiding me down so I was leaning over the toilet bowl. My arms shot out to support me, and for a moment I must have looked like a drunk about to puke after an overenthusiastic night. Rich hadn't flushed after taking his shit, and by now I'd gotten used to the smell lingering in the bathroom. But now that my face was hovering over the bowl, I caught a strong whiff as my eyes caught his turds floating in the water below me. As Rich lowered himself to his knees beside me, I felt his palm on the back of my head, holding it in place above the toilet bowl. After a moment, I felt his other hand, now slowly running up my thigh. My cock had been hard pretty much the entire time that I'd been in Rich's hotel room. But because I'd been so focused on servicing him, I'd almost forgotten about my own horniness. But when his hand found my balls and started squeezing them, I felt a sudden surge of pleasure. "You're a dirty boy, Danny", he said as his hand began tracing the length of my cock. "I didn't know if you were going to do everything that we talked about, but I'm so glad you did. Now it's my turn to get you off." His hand wrapped around my cock and started stroking it, slowly and gently. My whole body tensed up for a moment. I relaxed again, and as I did, the hand on the back of my head pushed down and dunked my face into the toilet bowl. That gave me a moment of shock that countered the feelings emanating from my cock. The force against my head released almost immediately and instinctively I pulled my face out of the water. Rich kept stroking my cock with his slow and consistent strokes, and as I moaned with pleasure, he pressed my face into the water again, holding it there this time for a few seconds. I felt something bump against my cheek and it took me a second to realize it must have been one of Rich's turds. The hand released, my face pulled out and I sucked in a breath as the situation hit me full force: here I was in a stranger's hotel room, getting a handjob while having my face dunked into his unflushed toilet. I'd never felt so turned on in my life. The pattern continued, Rich stroking my cock and dunking my face into the toilet. When I felt like I was getting closer to coming, he sensed it enough that he eased back, denying my explosion. He playfully spanked my wide backside a couple times, as if to cool me off. Then, slowly back at it, his hand rubbing more softly now against my glans, and my face regularly getting dunked into the toilet. There was one more close call and he stopped again, giving the head of my cock a hard squeeze that kept me from exploding. He waited a moment, then the stroking began again. I felt the pressure rising once more, and perhaps Rich sensed that it would be hard to keep me on edge much longer. He teased me, though, bringing me closer and closer. And as my body started to tense up, he said, "take a deep breath." I did just before he pushed my face under the water one more time. As he held it there, I began to come, shooting out bursts if semen onto the toilet in front of me. The pleasure was intense, the feelings exploding between my ears as I was trapped under the water. I had to remember not to breathe in, but otherwise, it was a shockingly strong explosion. I was starting to need to breathe as Rich's hand released me and I pulled my head from the water, gasping. "You got your jizz allover my toilet, Danny," he said, looking down at me. "I think you're going to have to clean it up again." Not needing any further instruction, I pulled my dripping face up from the toilet bowl, and shuffled backwards enough that I could look down at the front of the toilet and see my spunk running down it to pool on the floor. Swiping my hair out of my eyes, I bent down and licked the spot where my ejaculation had hit the porcelain, then started tracing my tongue down to lick up the trail it had left. There seemed to be an awful lot of semen gathered on the floor, and I hastily slurped it up before raising my head to look at Rich. "I'm so glad you're letting me watch this," he said. "You're being such a slut for me today." He held out his arm and helped me to my feet, guiding me to step over and into the tub. "Lay down on your back. I bet by now you have to pee too," he said. I'd been too busy to think about it, but I realized that I indeed had to go pretty badly. I nodded, and Rich leaned over me and gripped my limp cock between this thumb and forefinger. "All right," he said. "Let it go." It took a moment to relax in these unusual circumstances, but nature quickly took over and I unclenched inside as my piss began to flow. Rich held my cock straight up for a moment as my building piss stream made an arc that splashed on my belly button. As I kept pissing, Rich tilted my cock up and shifted the angle of the head as my piss quickly moved up my belly and chest. As the arc moved toward my face, I knew what Rich wanted to see, and I opened my mouth. A second later my piss was splashing on my lips, and then onto my tongue. I'm drinking my own piss in front of this man! I thought to myself as I quickly began swallowing it down. That didn't last long, though, as my flow was slowing down, and the weakened stream made its way back down my body. When I was done, Rich kept holding my cock for a few seconds, then stroked it gently a few times before releasing his grip to rub my cock and balls. Then his hand started sliding up, moving everywhere that my piss had splashed - over my belly and chest, stroking my neck. Then his fingers, coated with my piss, found my mouth, and he slipped them into my mouth, first one at a time, then two or three together. While he did this, his other hand started playing with my cock and balls again. His right hand kept squeezing my balls, while the other rubbed my face, my neck, my nipples, my lips. I knew that Rich was excited to be able to explore another man's body, so I just closed my eyes and let him take his time. Lying back in the tub with Rich's fingers at two vital points, I felt completely passive and controlled by him. It surprised me that it was such an intense and satisfying experience. After an indeterminate amount of time, I heard Rich mutter, "I think you're starting to get me hard again." I opened my eyes as Rich's hands left my body, and a second later, he held out his hand to help me up. I stood up and then Rich reached over to the towel rack, pulling out a large bath towel. Without speaking, he began to dry the piss that had run all me. This was another strangely intimate experience as he used this as an opportunity to rub every part of my body, even gesturing for me to kneel down do he could dry my hair. He spent extra time on my cock and balls, and it did feel like I was starting to get another erection. I lifted one foot to step out of the tub and Rich dried it off, and then the other. Then he led me out of the bathroom and motioned for me to lie on the bed. Following his instructions, we were soon both laying on our sides, head to feet and our faces at each other's crotch. "Now we can both explore," Rich said, as he leaned in to lick my balls. Slowly, patiently, our lips and tongues began to explore each other's cock. I loved running my tongue around the rim of his head and then pulling back a bit to lick his slit. Then I took in the bulk of his semi-hard shaft, and experimented with sliding my tongue along the bottom. Rich's cock twitched, and I realized that soon I wouldn't be able to take so much of him. And, in a slightly-disconnected way, I could sense my cock was reacting to Rich's similar explorations, getting hard as his mouth closed upon it. He then started licking up and down my shaft, and I did the same to him. We kept going like that - sometimes playing follow-the-leader, sometimes switching to a different approach. We were both being slow and meticulous, as if there was an unspoken challenge to keep this going for as long as possible. I'm not sure how long we spent in that sixty-nine, but it was quite a while. I made Rich moan when I sucked on his balls while jerking him off with my lightest possible touch, so I kept that up for several minutes. When I went back to sucking his cock, I was eager to explore the difference in texture now that it was fully hard again, and also the difference now that his cock was upside-down relative to my previous foray. Everything about it was so exciting, it almost took me by surprise when I was distracted by the flash of lightning from my prostate. "Get ready," I said, pulling my mouth off his cock. "I'm gonna come." Rich muttered something while maintaining his patient ministrations, and my orgasm rose in a slow and rather exquisite fashion. I grunted as I exploded in his mouth, then moaned as Rich switched to a suction-suck, swallowing my semen. I closed my eyes, laying my head on the pillow of his thigh, and relaxed for just a couple seconds. Then I returned my attentions to his cock, eager to give him as mind-blowing an orgasm as he gave me. Following his lead, I sucked him off with deliberate slowness, easing up and down on him, trying to let his pleasure build as much as possible. I remembered to reach over and squeeze his balls, and when Rich made a little moaning sound, I slowed down even further. I could tell that Rich was on edge, but I managed to keep him going for another minute before the watery gushes of his second orgasm seeped into my mouth. There was much less semen this time, which is too bad as it tasted quite delicious. Trying to make sure I got every drop, I kept suckling at his cock, even as I could feel it wilting in my mouth. "Don't take your mouth off," Rich instructed. "I need a sec here, but there's one last thing for you." My lips smiled around his cock. I was pretty sure I knew what it was going to be. I waited, enjoying the curious sensation of feeling Rich's erection deflate. I held my mouth to him, connected to him in some tenuous way. And then a couple twitches, and he began pissing in my mouth. It was a slow trickle, and I had time now to appreciate the taste. Like his semen, this was more watery than before, and quite enjoyable, even if it was a little awkward to swallow in this position. As his slow piss continued, I felt a powerful wave of satisfaction: I wanted to do it, and I did it! I'm his urinal, his toilet, his piss receptacle! Rich didn't have much piss left to give me, so that moment of bliss ended too quickly, but I held his cock in my mouth a little longer, feeling satisfied as he licked my now-soft cock up and down. After a couple minutes, I released his cock, and Rich rolled onto his back and then got off the bed. I got off the opposite side. Without saying anything, I think we both had the sense that we were done, and I felt a little bit self-conscious suddenly. I started looking around for my clothes. Rich followed my eyes and picked up my underwear. "Tell you what," he said. "I'll keep these, and you can have mine to take home." He stepped over to grab his boxers and tossed them over to me. He held the crotch of my underwear up to his nose to take a sniff. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to have these over my face when I jerk off tonight." "Yeah, me, too," I said as I tugged his boxers on. They were a little tight, but I liked the idea that I was leaving here in another man's underwear. I got dressed as he watched. Rich was apparently content to remain nude in his hotel room. I checked my pockets, then took a looked up at him. "Well, thanks," I said. "I enjoyed that a lot." I wasn't sure what to do, so I stepped over to him and offered my hand. Rich shook my hand and we both laughed at the absurdity of the scene. "I make this trip for work every six months or so, so maybe we can meet up again next time?" I nodded, but I was thinking to myself, Six months? I can't wait that long - I want another cock already!