Couchsurfing Blowjob(s)

I went to a conference in Chicago a few years ago, and wanting to travel on the cheap looked up hosts on the couchsurfing site. I was quickly intrigued by the profile of a thin, clean-shaven gay man in his late 20s who exclusively hosted men "because I am gay." I presumed that meant he was open to sexual encounters with his visitors. I am straight, but love receiving blowjobs, and had gotten a couple from gay men in the past. I wrote and explained my traveling situation, and he quickly accepted my request.

Mark had a small apartment on the north side, in a well-known gay neighborhood. He quickly made me comfortable, showing me the couch I could crash on and how to get around. After a shared dinner, I asked him about past visitors and his liaisons. He was very open about the fact that he gave blowjobs to either gay or straight men. I in turn said that I wasn't attracted to men, but did occasionally get blowjobs from them, though it wasn't always the best experience (contrary to rumor; at least one frankly wasn't very good at it). He assured me he loved doing it, and this soon tented my pants so I said I was open to some relief.

He straightforwardly kneeled down on the floor in front of the kitchen chair I was sitting on, and opened my pants so he could swallow my hard dick whole, deep throating me with ease. No man had ever done that before, it was incredible to have this young man enveloping my cock, massaging my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other just below his sucking mouth. I looked around the room with amazement, feeling strange that I was in his little home in a large city, with so many other people just a few feet behind each wall or around us in the streets completely ignorant of the strange g*ft of pleasure I was receiving. It felt like a kind of cheating on women in general, taking this opportunity with a man. After less than five minutes I leapt past the point of no return and got ultra hard as I began pulsing and squirting down Mark's throat, while he continued to mechanically and rhythmically suck me. He slowed down a little after swallowing my cum, then looked up for the first time. I told him to just hold me in his mouth a while, which he did for several minutes as I calmed down and slowly got soft.

Afterwards he was nonchalant and just treated me like a roommate, and let me do the same, doing and saying nothing intimate and just acting like nothing important had happened. I showered and got ready for bed, but when I saw his light on still a few minutes later my dick let me know that it was still interested. I just had on some light shorts, and knocked on Mark's door, not sure what to say. He looked at me and immediately asked, "need some more?" with a light smile. "I think I do..."--which quickly led to his servicing me again while lying back on his bed. This time he took off my shorts and asked if I was ok with rimming; I was, so he licked back and forth between my asshole, balls, and cock, again giving me fantastic pleasure ending in my ejaculating again down his throat. I thanked him and went back on the couch for a calm night's sleep.

The next morning I got dressed for my conference and was about to leave around 7am, but hesitated in front of him before heading out the door, "Got you hooked, don't I?" I confessed he did, and once again sat in the chair while he serviced me in the morning light. This time it took a bit longer, but again with several minutes of steady deep throating I was able to cum in Mark's warm mouth. I thanked him again before taking the train downtown. That evening I got yet another blowjob, and one each of the following two days before leaving. I never saw Mark again, but if I have to visit Chicago again, I know where to go for some of the best head I've ever had with no strings attached.