Mutual Admiration

This trip had been planned for several months, but so far it had been a let down.

So far my "interests" had not been satisfied and I was close to despair.

I was with a historical society tour group in Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana. The roommate they gave me was an older, uninteresting man whom I escaped at every opportunity. We were staying in a national motel chain that had the liveliest bar in that sleepy seventeenth century town. I went to the bar and drank and played a video game. I had long since discovered that the best contacts are made at video games. They seem a perfect means of meeting a young person and beginning a conversation that may end in bed. I hadn’t been at the game long when a very attractive man in his early twenties joined me.

The muscular bulges in his undersized tee shirt gave away what he was quick to tell, namely that he lifted weights. He was a sailor stationed in Lake Charles but was getting away from that sailor city for the evening. He seemed inclined to stay and talk with me, but I couldn’t believe he had any idea how physically attracted I was to him, and I couldn’t even hope he was responsive to my interest. Apparently, he realized my predicament, for he began to tell me of an older man he frequently visited in Lake Charles. He said would cut his grass and do other odd jobs for him. Now we both seemed on the right track, but I still couldn’t believe this beautiful piece of manhood was interested in something sexual with me. However, I told him that I had a job he could do for me. Would he mind helping me move something on the tour bus? He said he would be glad to help. Since I was sharing my motel room, the bus was going to serve as my place of conquest. I told the sailor to wait while I hurried to the tour guide’s room and obtained the bus key, making some feeble excuse for needing it. Once on the bus I got the sailor to move a suit case to the back. As he was returning down the aisle, I asked to see his muscles. Many young men are so proud of their bodies that they will strip and show everything above their waist. Then, with any luck, you may be able to get them to continue stripping and show you everything below their waist. So it was with this sailor. He quickly stripped off his tee shirt and one glance at that hard body caused my knees to weaken. It was a struggle to stay standing. Nature seems to encourage cocksucking by weakening a man’s knees and causing them to bend before another man.

I asked to feel his muscles which he reluctantly allowed, but I could tell it was a practiced reluctancy. Un-reluctantly, I ran my hands over his arm muscles and hard chest. The darkness of the bus hid my flush face and the rising bulge in my pants. I inquired if he had well developed leg muscles. He said no, but I checked them out anyway. My knees could take it no longer, and I knelt in front of him and rubbed my hands first around his calves and then up his thighs. We had passed the point of no return. "How big is this muscle here," I asked putting my hand on his crotch where he also had a hardening bulge. In seconds his pants were down and unceremoniously I slurped up his six inches of dick. What a body! What a dick! What a cocksucker’s dream! I was giddy. After a few minutes of cock paradise, I withdrew his dick from my mouth and told him to turn around. He wanted to know why, and I told him I wanted to see his ass. Again he wanted to know why, and I told him I wanted to kiss it. He turned around reluctantly, but by now I was used to his reluctancy and began to wonder how much that older man in Lake Charles had taught him and what else this well built sailor would do reluctantly.