Hanging out in DC

Hey, guys --

My apologies to participants on the Brooklyn Jackolytes board who had posts waiting for approval all weekend; I wasn't at my computer because I was busy having S-E-X with one of my readers (Matt, from Baltimore).

He'd gotten a deal on a room at the Grand Hyatt near DC's Metro Center subway station -- it's a really swank hotel; nicest hotel stay of my adult life, probably. Riding up on the elevator after we'd picked up our key cards at the front desk, we had a brief chat with a cute college guy who was easily a Kinsey Seven and discovered there was a convention of Peer Health Educators from colleges across the country staying at the same hotel this weekend (as you will see if you click on the link above, the whole PHE thing seems, quite frankly, like little more than an elaborate ruse to get nerds laid, under the guise of Raising Awareness about condoms and bulemia). Anyhew, neither of us go for greenhorns, so finding ourselves in a sea of college guys wasn't the thrill that it would've been for some gay men. (Actually, I did have sex with a college freshman last year -- he was very precocious, intellectually -- and it was pretty fucking hot and gratifying to know that he saw me as a sexy, older MAN. But that was an exceptional case.)

So we checked into the hotel room Saturday afternoon, and we immediately agreed that we should get lunch before doing anything else, as we were both staggering from hunger at this point.

''But first,'' said Matt, ''I wanna suck your dick.''

So I obligingly flopped back on the bed and stretched my limbs like a dog waiting to get its belly scratched, as Matt cupped the worn denim at my crotch. I could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric, and I'm sure he felt the heat of my stiffening dick.

''I wore something special for you,'' I murmured, imagining how he'd bust into a drooling grin once he'd undone my button fly and caught sight of the jockstrap pouch, ivory-yellow in spots from old cumstains, with my dark pubic bush spilling around it on either side.

He undid the buttons.

''Oh my god. Oh, wow! MAN that looks hot,'' he kept repeating. Meanwhile, I was playing with my nipples and chuckling because it made me so damn happy to know that my cock was exciting another guy that much. I had a full erection at that point and I could feel the humidity of his breath around my hairy penis, through the jockstrap...

[To be continued...]