Brrrrrup!

Richard's phone chirped with a notification from everyone's favorite gay hookup app.

"See you soon."

Richard sighed. Am I really doing this?

He wasn't normally one for hookups, but the travel schedule the past few weeks had been rough. New York to Boston. Boston to Munich. Munich to London. Specifically, Room 317 at The Abbotsford Hotel in the West End.

Richard was 23, fresh out of NYU, and fortunate enough to land a low six-figure job right after graduation. He knew he should be grateful, and he was, but he'd give anything to be back in his own bed, munching on his favorite slice and salad while watching something boring on TV. Unfortunately, that was still a few days out.

Richard eyed himself in the full-length mirror of his room while he waited for his guest to arrive. He was just over six feet tall and around 190 pounds. It wasn't always easy to work out and eat well while traveling, but Richard did his best. He was muscular, with strong arms and a broad chest, but a small layer of fat prevented his abs from being as prominent as he would have liked.

Richard met his gaze in the mirror and smiled. Light brown eyes, slightly darker hair, and a well-trimmed beard. He was handsome. A little tired, but handsome nonetheless. His white dress shirt and slacks were slightly wrinkled from the day's work, but he figured he wouldn't be wearing them long anyway.

His thoughts were interrupted by two quick knocks at the door.

Richard exhaled. Alright, let's see if this is better than Netflix.

He opened the door to find a boy waiting. "Boy" wasn't exactly right, but "man" was certainly wrong. He was cute, maybe 5'9", slender, with shoulder-length blond hair and soft hazel eyes that reflected the dim lights of the hotel hallway. He wore a fitted forest-green sweater with grey sweatpants, but for someone using Grindr, the boy seemed nervous.

"Please, come in," Richard invited.

"Thanks," the boy replied.

Richard stepped to the side and let the boy through. He smelled faintly of soap and detergent.

He's clean. Better than most people on this app.

The boy looked around the room, hands in his pockets, trying to maintain an air of calm, but Richard could sense this wasn't a normal evening for him.

"Do you have a..." Richard started awkwardly.

"Condom?" the boy guessed.

"No. I've got those. Uh...I know this might be weird, but do you have an ID?"

"ID?"

"Yeah. Not a stalker," Richard joked, trying to relieve some of the nervous energy. "You just seem on the younger side."

The boy looked back at Richard for a moment, then chuckled. The uncertainty had given way to relief.

"Yeah, here." The boy dug into his pocket and handed over his passport.

Ashton Rainer. Eighteen as of five months ago.

"Thanks. Nice to meet you, Ashton."

"Ash."

"I'm Richard." He extended his hand and grimaced.

Jesus, this is supposed to be a hookup, not a freaking business luncheon.

Ash smiled as he took Richard's hand. "Senator."

He's clever.

"So, Ash, what brings you to The Abbotsford?" Richard asked as he took a seat on the bed.

Ash leaned against the small desk opposite the bed.

"Well, I was messaging this guy, and he invited me up to his room. But if you're asking about London generally, I'm on vacation with my family."

Ash took a seat next to Richard on the bed. Although the nervousness was mostly gone, Richard felt compelled to ask, "Have you ever done this before?"

Ash looked back at Richard. His eyes dropped in embarrassment.

"Not with anyone. But I have, you know, used toys..."

"That's okay," Richard said. "Why don't we just start slow?"

"Alright."

Richard could feel the boy's heartbeat start to pick up. Richard saw a lot of himself in Ash. Although his first experiences were with guys from his college, people he knew beyond an app, it still took a few encounters before he could relax and truly be present during sex.

"You let me know if you want me to stop. Okay?" Richard said.

Ash nodded.

Richard placed his hand on Ash's cheek and looked into his eyes, those beautiful, soft hazel eyes, and kissed him. Ash returned the kiss. Slowly at first, but becoming more and more open as their tongues explored each other. After a minute, Richard grabbed the bottom of Ash's sweater and pulled it off, breaking their connection.

Richard stood to unbutton his dress shirt and take in the sight in front of him. Ash wasn't wearing an undershirt. His skin was soft and pale and beautiful. He couldn't have been more than 150 pounds, with barely any body hair. He seemed so delicate. Ash activated something in Richard, a protective instinct, like it was his job to guide Ash through this experience.

"Come here," Richard urged.

Ash rose to meet him. Richard spun him around, embracing him from behind, and began softly kissing his neck. Ash started moaning as his breaths got more shallow, and he started grinding back against Richard's crotch.

Thaat's it. Just relax. Let me take care of you.

Richard started exploring Ash's body. His hand grazed the boy's package, and he felt the boy's bulge through the sweatpants. Richard slowly and purposefully began stroking the boy, feeling his cock get harder with each passing touch. Ash pressed forward into Richard's hand, eager to get as much friction as possible.

Not yet, tension and release, young fella.

Richard released Ash from his embrace and kissed him as they transitioned to the bed. He began kissing down the boy's chest, taking each nipple into his mouth and slowly sucking them until they stiffened. Then lower, licking down Ash's narrow waist until he reached the top of his sweatpants.

Richard felt powerful, sensing the effect he was having on Ash. He slowly pulled down Ash's pants until only his underwear remained, the boy's hardness fighting desperately against soft grey briefs. A few drops of precum had left a wet mark at the end of Ash's cock.

Let's see if we can get more out of you.

He pulled Ash to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. Richard wrapped an arm around each of Ash's legs, spread them wider, then slowly and methodically kissed Ash's thighs. Starting far, but teasing closer and closer up the boy's thigh until he made it near his cock.

Ash shivered with anticipation.

Richard skipped over the boy's undies and kissed down the boy's other thigh. While most were gentle, Richard took his time and deeply sucked some areas, bringing blood to the surface. Richard wanted to leave reminders for the boy. He stole a glance up at his boy's briefs and saw the wet mark had grown. Success.

"Please," Ash moaned.

So polite.

"Please what?" Richard teased.

"Touch me," Ash breathed.

Richard kissed back up Ash's inner thigh and moved to the boy's undies. The only thing separating Richard's tongue from Ash's cock was this soft grey fabric. Richard started at the precum stain, lapping and teasing the head of Ash's cock. Then, he ran his tongue across Ash's covered bulge. Back and forth, moistening the boy's undies until the wet fabric clung to him.

"Please," Ash whimpered.

Richard pulled the briefs to the side, finally releasing Ash's cock. It was maybe 5 inches, uncut, and beautiful. It stood erect above the boy's grape-sized testicles.

In another life, they would've sculpted his beauty into marble.

Richard was desperate to make Ash feel like he'd never felt before.

Richard slowly ran his tongue up and down Ash's now freed cock. Starting at the shaft, teasing and tasting every inch.

Ash's breathing quickened as he started squirming and gripping the bedsheets. Richard slowly took Ash's head into his mouth, sucking until it sprang from his lips with a 'pop.' Then again, taking half of the boy's length before pulling back to the tip, building anticipation.

Ash started thrusting forward, desperate to get deeper into Richard's mouth, but Richard asserted his control, pinning his legs down and diving until his lips met the base of the boy's pubis. After holding the position for a few seconds, Richard found his rhythm, tonguing the boy's frenulum as he got closer to the head before swallowing down to the base again.

"Richard. I'm--I'm gonna," whimpered Ash.

Richard knew. He wished the boy could've lasted longer, but he could feel Ash's balls tightening, getting closer and closer to release.

Good boy. You just can't help yourself, can you, Ash? It's okay. Cum for me.

Richard continued. Wetter and tighter until.

"Unnghh," whimpered Ash.

Richard felt powerful as the boy's cock finally relented and exploded in his mouth. Ash tensed and turned in ecstasy as Richard continued sucking, relishing each twitch and moan of pleasure, until every drop of Ash's sweet cum had been swallowed, but that wasn't enough. Richard kept diving, again and again, down Ash's cock, even when it began to soften, eager to wring out more of the boy's nectar. After a few more strokes, the sensation became too much for the boy, and Ash began feeling around until his right hand touched Richard's face.

Richard slowly released Ash's cock from his mouth, climbed the bed, and leaned over him with a smirk.

"Was that too much for you? Too much for your sensitive cock to handle, Ash?" teased Richard.

Ash held Richard's gaze as he tried to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he pulled Richard down. The boy's kiss was desperate and fervent.

Richard stood up and slowly started taking down his slacks. His cock was absolutely throbbing. Nothing made him harder than giving someone more pleasure than they can handle.

Ash reached out and cupped Richard's cock through the black, trunk-cut underwear.

"Take it," Richard instructed.

The boy went to his knees, slowly taking down Richard's underwear until his cock sprang forth from a bed of well-maintained pubic hair. Richard was thick, 8 inches long, and so hard his manhood almost faced the ceiling. Ash nervously reached out and followed Richard's instruction, taking it in his hand.

His hand is so soft. Fuck.

"Jesus," Ash remarked.

Richard smiled. "More than you're used to?"

"I-I've never held another guy before," Ash confessed. "I can feel your heartbeat."

The boy stroked him a few times before leaning forward, looking up into Richard's eyes, and tonguing Richard's slit.

Mmmm.

Richard could feel the boy's inexperience as Ash's tongue began circling around his cock head. Outside could be alright, but inside was where the fun really started. Richard rested his hand on Ash's face.

"I need you to suck me, Ash," Richard directed.

Ash looked up nervously, but did as instructed. Ash opened his soft, full lips and took the first few inches of Richard's cock into his warm, inviting mouth.

Thaaat's it.

Richard noticed Ash grow more confident as he vocalized his pleasure. The boy's slow, hesitant movements grew more purposeful. Eventually, each stroke took three inches of his cock, but Richard needed more. Just as Richard rested his hands on the back of Ash's head, ready to urge him deeper--

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Stupid work call. I don't give a fuck. I need to be inside his mouth.

"Crap!" Ash cried in panic.

That's when Richard noticed that the noise wasn't coming from his work phone but rather from Ash's crumpled pile of clothes on the floor.

Ash searched the pockets and held up the phone in defeat; the call screen read 'Mom.'

Damn. Why now? Any time but now.

"Hi, Mom. Yeah, just went out for a walk to clear my head. I'll be back soon. No! No reason to come meet me. I'll be back in the room in two minutes. Love ya." Ash ended the call, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

"I--I'm sorry. I could probably finish you off if I hurry."

Richard held Ash's face in his hands and looked into his eyes; he could tell how bad the boy felt, so he kissed him. Not fervently or sexually, but with a loving, gentle softness.

"I'm here a few more days," Richard assured him.

"Me too," Ash replied hopefully.

"Then I guess we'll finish this tomorrow night." Richard smiled.

A quiet reluctance lingered between them. Neither wanted the night to end.

"I really am sorry."

"Don't be."

As Ash dressed, his eyes kept returning to Richard's still erect manhood, but that would have to wait. As they walked to the doorway, Ash kissed Richard once more. It took all of Richard's strength to stop himself from going further.

"I'll be thinking of you all night," Ash whispered as he exited the room.

Richard plopped onto the bed, thoughts swimming.

What a night.

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Brrrrrup!

It was a few minutes later when a message came through from Ash.

"Something on the chair for you. This too."

A photo lit up the screen. A full-body pic of Ash, gripping his already hard-again cock while he looked longingly into the camera.

Richard felt himself getting hard as he made his way to the chair. Sitting there, like a gem, was Ash's underwear still wet with the boy's precum and Richard's spit.

Richard brought them to his nose and took a deep whiff.

Clean and soft and his.

Richard was fully hard again. He took one more deep breath, then wrapped the soft fabric around his cock and began to stroke himself. Closing his eyes, he fantasized.

This should be you, Ash. Your hand, your mouth, and everything else.

Richard opened his eyes and looked at the picture. He found himself switching focus between Ash's cock and those soft hazel eyes. The eyes that pleaded for more of him.

You're such a beautiful boy.

Richard felt the sensation rising, building and building until he eventually released. Because he'd been so worked up, his load was massive. When the last drops of cum had fallen, the crotch of Ash's undies was fully covered. He smiled as he looked at the white, sticky puddle.

Definitely more fun than Netflix.

Richard snapped a photo of his work and sent it back to Ash.

"See you tomorrow."