Handjobs and Poppers with Ed

Work was slow and my cock was twitching, so I decided to see if I could find a friend to empty my balls alongside.  At the time, I lived in a big tourist town that also had a way of helping folks lower their inhibitions. There was no shortage of men alone in hotel rooms looking to explore a kink or fantasy with a stranger. That was certainly the case with Ed.

I found his post on Craigslist and was immediately intrigued.  He was looking for someone who wanted their cock “tortured” - he’d jerk you to orgasm and then, without stopping, promised to do it again.  Though I had received a handjob or two, my usual m/m encounters involved side-by-side stroking without much mutual touching.  Getting stroked by a guy just wasn’t my thing (at least not yet) and I wasn’t much interested in returning the favor. On this particular day, though, the idea of letting someone else work my rod was appealing, and the additional kink of the promised “torture” made me hot.  So I responded to his add and we agreed to meet that afternoon.

I love the feeling I get knocking on a stranger’s hotel door.  Knowing I’m there to play with my cock next to another guy playing with his is enough to get my heart racing, but the added mystery of how it will go down and with who makes me tingly all over.  I had that feeling knocking on Ed’s door and I think I would have passed out from excitement if I knew the world of fun and fantasy to which  I was about to be introduced.

Ed answered the door in a white t-shirt and gym shorts; he was probably in his fifties. I was in my work clothes, but not for long. I was naked and erect on the king sized bed within minutes and Ed’s hand was wrapped around my cock shortly thereafter. 

Up and down he stroked while he told me about how he loves playing with a cock and making it cum, but not before he’s worked it real good and brought it to the edge a time or two.  Then, Ed took a tiny bottle I would later learn to be poppers and sniffed it. He stroked me harder, then asked if I wanted some.  I had never experienced poppers before but I figured I was there to explore so I took a huff - I was taken to another level.

Suddenly, my cock was the only thing I could focus on and any inhibitions I had left evaporated.  I was totally and completely exposed to a stranger (probably old enough to be my dad) who was furiously beating my cock and I was LOVING it. My hips started thrusting to meet his first: “fuck my cock with your hand - make me cum!” We passed the bottle of poppers back and forth. “Stroke my dick. Empty my balls!” I sunk deeper and deeper into my own pleasure. “Yes! You dirty old man, you like stroking my hard dick, don’t you!? Make it cum!” 

I couldn’t get enough of the poppers; they made my cock feel like it had never felt before and made me comfortable verbalizing every dirty thought that came into my head.  I couldn’t get enough of Ed’s hand on my cock as he pumped me faster and faster and encouraged me to cum. And cum I did - rope after rope of thick, creamy cum. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Like most guys, my penis becomes incredibly sensitive after I ejaculate. As a result, Ed’s torture was too much and I couldn’t immediately roll into round 2. I had to get back to work anyways. Ed and I did meet up twice more while he was in town plus another when he was back several months later. In all, Ed gave me 4 glorious handjobs and popper induced orgasms. 

Ed introduced me to the world of popper play and opened my eyes to the magical ways another man can make my cock feel. I am forever grateful that I answered his ad that slow and horny day at work.