My Best Customer
My Best Customer was published in “Travelrotica for gay men” by Alyson Books
He was very tall, broad and muscular and very pale, the sort of paleness that I had always been scornful of, but his face was fascinating. Eyes that slanted upwards like a wolf. His hair was shining and sandy, very short, unlike my shoulder length curls. But his mouth entranced me. It was wide, with slim lips, redder than I’d seen on a man before, and he was always smiling, as if sharing a secret with no-one.
The lamps were being lit along the Via Appia as the day drew to a close. I looked forward to getting home, or perhaps coming out again with the small buggy to take couples to the theatre. My passenger spoke to me in stilted Italian, and named a hotel I’d never heard of, in a street that I knew, in an unfashionable part of the city. I turned to look at him in surprise to find him sitting on the seat nearest me, and in the dusk his hand had moved to my ass, leaving me in no doubt of his intentions. His daring, and his beautiful teasing mouth made my decision, and I nodded at him, my cock stirring in my pants.
My mouth was dry as he paid the concierge and led the way through the narrow corridor. My heart was beating so loudly, that I thought he must hear it, but he made no sign; simply opened the door to a room at the end and waited for me to enter. I hesitated for just a second, but he held out his hand, as if I were his lady, and pulled me in, gently, closing the door behind us.
In a second he had pulled me in to his arms, his mouth against my neck, rough and prickly with stubble and muttering words I didn’t understand, his voice hoarse and muffled. His hands pulled at the fastenings of the jacket, not managing them, so I took over, while his hands slid around my waist and over my ass, cupping my cheeks and pulling me up and close. He was as hard as I, and the feel of his erection through cloth made me gasp with surprise. I had made this beautiful man hard. I had given him that pleasure. He wrenched the jacket from me, and dropped to his knees, sliding his hands up inside my vest, and kissing my stomach as he unbuttoned my pants.
I was startled, I hadn’t expected this - the one other experience I’d had had been rough and brutal; and alley, another driver and hard callused hands on my cock while he pounded my ass, scraping my face against the bricks, giving me bruises I had to explain away at home. Much as I wanted this man’s cock inside me, his hands on me, I did not expect this gentleness, this worship. As he pulled my pants and underpants to the floor I attempted to kneel with him, but he was too fast, he swallowed my cock to the root like a man starved, his eyes closed, his pale lashes fluttering on his cheeks, and I cried out in utter joy, as I came so quickly that my cheeks burned red with shame. He shamed me further by sucking my seed down his eyes still closed, his nose buried in my dark curls, then suddenly he stood and stepped back, leaving my cock cold and my knees weak.
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