I was 35 on a business trip and my curiosity finally got the better of me. I made an account on a site, found another "straight" "hung" guy. The instant he gets into my hotel room, he strips naked... no foreplay, no chance to go through stages like touching through clothing, not even any porn... it was so sudden and alien, like a screen of unreality dropped over the world, I wasn't actually doing anything with this man, I was watching a movie where I did it. For a long period of time it didn't feel like anything.
His average- to below-average dick did NOT feel wonderful. It was so different from feeling mine, since, of course, you're feeling an external object without getting any of the actual feedback of the caress. I had a mental image of a dog's leg. Thin hot skin sliding across a short bone cylinder inside. Yeah, "dog's leg" was going through my mind a lot. Meanwhile the guy was on cloud 9 with me, boggle-eyed staring and whispering compliments at me.
His hands were absolutely all over me. I was shifting and holding and massaging his dick, because, I guess, I finally had a guy's dick, better touch it a lot. He would yank me - hard - with one hand while also pawing my chest, and multiple times he would do this thing where he'd mash his dick and balls against my thigh while he sort of... dipped? from the knees like a ballet dancer? and as he rose back up his dick would drag all the way up my leg while his one hand pawed my inner thigh and package and the other went in my asscrack. He knelt and offered to suck me but I said no.
It had been like 10 minutes and it still felt like nothing was happening. I was hard but not excited. Was honestly disappointed. I wanted to be electrified, mesmerized, by finally hooking up with a guy after a lifetime of curiosity, yet I don't even think my heart rate went up.
After a while I thought to myself "Try something more, maybe it will feel better." He had been so aggressive in touching me all over my whole body, I figured maybe that would do something if I tried it? But I didn't really want to touch him, I really found myself uninterested in him. Maybe I'd like it more if I set up a dom-sub thing, which was how all my phone sex sessions with guys always wound up. I started giving him orders and pushing him around. Figured since he'd already offered to suck my cock, he was the sub. I was right. I turned him around, locked my arms around his chest and humped his butt and thighs, slapping my hard cock all over his ass. Then I pushed him down bent over the bed and I leaned on him, humping his buttcrack and cheeks like a dog. I was talking very dirty to him like I did to my phone guys... he was a bitch, a cunt, he knew this big cock owned him and would do anything I said. Pushed him onto his back, straddled his chest and started bouncing my package like a millimeter from his open mouth, teasing him for what a hungry slut he was. NOW THAT THERE FINALLY WAS SOME EMOTION AT WORK - teasing, dominance, humiliation - I started to at last get highly turned on and into it. I was going to cum on his face. I wouldn't let him suck me but I'd sure dump my sperm on his gasping cunt, let him feel what I'd previously only made for girls, told him his mouth would make an okay vagina, that he was just a big open cunt and vagina that had no life except to take my sperm. Now we were both REALLLLLY into it. He was flushed and gasping and wide-eyed, he was totally under my control, pinned down by my cock, agreeing to his inferiority, his servitude, us both talking about how much bigger my dick was than his.
I finally liked controlling him. I wanted to do it more. I swung down and got another hold of his dick, asked him if he was ready to cum. He said yes. Maybe 4 tugs and he finished. I enjoyed controlling him that way too.
Now it was time to really seal the deal with my new cunt, time for my cock to do its work on this sweating gasping woman I had pinned beneath me. I crawled back up him slowly, dragging my dick all over him and then got into position, ready and rock hard to empty my married daddy balls all over his face and into the pussy that was waiting for me there.
In a small scared voice he asked me not to. Then asked a lot harder - pleading.
He had sobered up. He was done. He didn't want to do any more, he hadn't wanted to get a facial, maybe he hadn't even wanted to suck cock and was relieved I hadn't taken him up on that, but now I was fully activated and probably snorting like a hog in lust and his own look of fascination and desire at my big cock he had been so enjoying for the prior ~15 minutes was now replaced by fear. I was pinning him down and he was done and not having it and he kept pleading for me to stop.
I waited there in the facial cumshot position for a good 5 seconds, kind of not believing he was backing out now, not believing I was going to back down after he'd been the one having all the fun most of the time and I had only just gotten into it, then not believing I was even considering going further after he'd said no, and I backed off.
He was nervous, he apologized. I was angry and frustrated and told him to jerk me off right now. He was fine with that. Now that I was lying down and he was standing next to the bed, he felt safer and his love for my cock returned. He was praising me and talking dirty, I was still mad and felt like bossing him around some more so I ordered him to praise me even more and specifically to talk about how much bigger I was than him, for him to tell me how huge and beautiful mine was and so much better than his and how much he wished he had one like mine. He eagerly did and in about a minute I had bathed him in cum from nails to wrist.
Now it was my turn to sober up - who the fuck was this guy, what the fuck was I doing? Did he have AIDS? Was he going to rob me? I rolled the other way off the bed and backed into the corner of the room, sort of laughingly said "Well that was fun...", by the time I finished that sentence he was already half-dressed. About 10 seconds later I was alone in my room.
The curtain of unreality fell once again. Most of that encounter had felt like little or nothing at all, so then the surge of real feeling came out of nowhere and lasted maybe 3 minutes then ended the instant I came. Had it even happened? I took a long, long shower and obsessively washed myself all over, then went to the hotel bar and got a drink - just to get out of the room. I didn't need to calm my nerves, they were calm again, my heart rate wasn't even up.
Hope I didn't just poop the party for anyone jerking in these threads (as we all do). Sometimes reality does not match your expectations. That was 8 years ago and I haven't met up with a guy since. I very often fantasize about it but remember what happened and figure maybe it isn't worth the trouble.