Air B&G

The rented room was near an industrial part of town. Driving there I passed a yoga studio, a ramen place, an old factory turned into luxury lofts. I parked in the back of a modern complex of apartments, all white angular walls and thin numbers over the doors, cameras on the doorbells. I had to look through my phone to find the code to get in. It was late. The code didn’t work.

So I texted the host, apologizing for the lateness. Blinking dots showed that they were awake and writing back. 

“Sorry! My wife changed it and we forgot to update the listing. It’s 4628,” he texted.

I tried it. It worked. The room was small, minimalist. There wasn’t even a table, just a glass desk, a plant in the corner. It all smelled new. I flopped on the puffy bed and opened my phone.

“Thanks,” I texted back to him. “It worked!” I watched the dots blink again. It seemed to take a while. That was when I first got the sense of…something.

To be honest, it was the owner’s picture that first attracted me to the listing. “Handsome studio in Short North,” was what it said, and next to it was a small circular portrait of a guy beside a woman. I tried to enlarge it to no avail. The man was sexy, with a strong bearded jaw, soulful eyes and sly smile. My hosts: Arvin and Belinda.

The text came through: “Glad to hear it and sorry about that! How’s the place seem? Anything you need?” I felt my cock through my pants. Long drives always make me horny.

“I think I should be good,” I texted back.

“Well just let me know,” he texted right back. “We live just down the street. My wife is asleep but I stay up pretty late.” That made my heart beat a couple extra times. I decided to push the envelope.

“Staying up late to work or just can’t sleep?” I said.

“Just can’t sleep,” he said. “Any plans tonight?”

“I might go out,” I said. “Know of any good gay bars in the area?” It was my boldest move yet. The dots blinked. They stopped. They blinked again.

“Yeah there’s a few down on Fifth Street, I think, which is just a short drive.”

“Great,” I said. The phone was silent. “Appreciate it!” 

I took a shower. I rolled a joint. Then I went on the back porch and smoked it.  This area was a bit more residential, a block down houses lined the street. I thought: someone must have once lived in this house. A family, maybe. And now it was cut up into units; now nobody lived here. Maybe that was the future of cities, a bunch of houses that nobody lived in. No neighbors, no neighborhoods; just investments, hotels, transience. 

My phone buzzed.

“Any luck with finding a place to go out?” he said. This was interesting. It was one AM. 

“No I think I’m staying in. It’s okay, I was more just looking for company,” I said.

“What kind of company?” he texted back. With the devil-horn emoji. 

“I think you know what kind,” I texted back, heart racing. “Is your wife still asleep?”

“Yes. And I live right down the street." Dot-dot-dot. "Do you suck cock?”

“Definitely,” I said. He sent me a picture. My but it was big, and fat.

“Cool,” he said. “That’s all I’m into. Do you swallow?”

I texted two emojis, the 100% and the drooling smiley face. 

“Sweet,” he said. “I’ll leave in ten minutes. And just let myself in.” 

So that was how I found myself waiting on the bed of this guy’s rental apartment, waiting for him to come by. The anticipation was exquisite. “On my way,” he texted. A few minutes later I heard the click as the door opened.

There he was, tall and built, wearing sweatpants and a light jacket. “Hey,” he said quietly. I stood up to greet him, and put my hand on his crotch. “Yeah,” he said. I felt it get hard in my hand. 

He looked at me. Grinned a cockeyed grin. He was even more handsome than that little photo would suggest. I got down on my knees and pulled his sweatpants down the rest of the way. Thick thighs, a trimmed crotch and shaved balls, his fat prick rising from them. I kissed it then slid it into my mouth. He moaned quietly. I took it all the way down my throat and held it there. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, "here," and shucked off his shirt and sweatpants then sat on the chair across from the bed, smiling his cute grin. I took off my clothes, too. He didn’t seem to mind, nor did he seem particularly interested. He watched intently, though, as I got back down on my knees on his perfect and new laminate floor, in between his sexy legs and powerful feet. 

I held his hairless balls in my hand as I bobbed my head on his cock. He mostly turned his head up to the ceiling, lost in pleasure, sometimes tweaking his nipples which I took to mean he liked that, so I started feeling up his hairy chest and thick pecs. I licked below to his balls, rolling them in my mouth, licked even lower to his taint. Something told me he would be down to have his asshole licked but it didn’t seem like the right time. 

His cock was thick and got super fat at the base. I was taking him all the way down my throat and holding it there as long as I could. Every time I did it he would start breathing heavy, making these whisper-y groans. There was a black band on a finger of his heavy, veined hands. The more I choked on his cock the harder it got. 

I jacked myself off as I sucked him. I was holding his balls in one hand and keeping a steady rhythm on his rod for a while, going deep here and there to amp it up. I could feel us both getting to the point of no return. He groaned as I took him deep and sucked him hard, then he held onto my head as he began to cum in my mouth. I did as I’d said I would, swallowing quickly as my throat filled up with married-guy jizz. At the same time I blew my own load all over the floor.

“Sorry about that,” I said, motioning to the puddle of jizz I'd left.

“Oh,” he said, catching his breath. He shook his head. “No worries. Thanks man, that was hot,” he said.

“Definitely, man.” I watched him as he got dressed. Here was a person I would have paid good money to have sex with, would have pursued diligently had I seen him at a bar. By circumstance and chance it had all worked out. 

“Have a good stay,” he said with a wink, and left. I waited for him to go then I went outside and took another puff of my joint. I probably wouldn’t see him again. I probably wouldn’t get to know anybody in this neighborhood, maybe not even in this city for the short time I was gonna be here. But for one instant I'd connected with someone, we’d given each other pleasure. I let the glow from it radiate in me, the light diminishing until I was asleep in a bed that wasn’t mine, to spend the day in a city I didn’t know.