Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 10:19:53 -0800 (PST) From: roger roger Subject: Tapping in the middle of the night A few years back, my then lover and I were on vacation in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. We stayed at a beautiful hotel on the waterfront called the Yankee Trader, or something like that. Although a beautiful hotel, the walls were paper-thin and you could hear sounds from the bathrooms when you were sitting on the toilet. About three days into our stay late at night, my lover had gone to bed and I was in the bathroom smoking and stroking. As I leaned back against the back of the seat and stroked, there was this audible tap-tap-tap that was as a result of my jerking off. I really didn't give it much thought and was totally into pleasuring myself. I would jerk it for a while, get close and stop and cool down. During one of my cool-downs I heard the similar tap-tap-tap and didn't take me ten seconds to realize that some one above me was doing what I was doing, the same fucking thing! At first, I just sat on the toilet smoking a cig and thinking. My dick was resting on the seat at full mast. There is nothing that feels like a cool toilet seat against my hot rubbery cock. As I was jerking off I was remembering my first taste of uncut dick. That smell and flavor along with the rubbery texture of the dickhead of a cock that is hidden under foreskin drives me wild, even in fantasies. I began to take note of the sounds above my head. Mind you that it was well past midnight, maybe two in the morning or so. The hotel was quiet and the floors are marble. I coughed and a few seconds later I heard someone else cough. hmmm. I sat down a glass of ice water on the vanity and a couple of seconds later I hear a similar sound above me. Interesting. Monkey hear, monkey do. Ok. So I got up from the toilet and snapped the seat back which made a big sound. Viola! The reflective sound. I got it. So I sat down on the toilet again and tapped the wall next to me twice. And back it came. Twice. Then I flushed the toilet and there it was, he flushed. I knew, he knew, we both knew what we were doing. This new sexual twist had me thumping at the temples. Something about that covert communication was so flicking intense. Hell, my mind began to wander. I could put any face onto the tapper above me. Like maybe the guy who kind of cruised me when I walked through the registration area. He was a handsome guy. About forty, black hair with slight grey at the temples. Dark eyes. Looked Italian. He smiled at me. Winked and the slight leer in his look which said everything. Hell, it had to be him above me I told myself. So I sat there for a long while, alternately jerking off while fantasizing and waiting for the response. I began to formulate a plan of how I could conceivably meet the guy above me. I hatched up a plan to go for ice on the floor above me and knock at the door and claim that I had gotten the wrong floor should the guy be a troll or perhaps not receptive, so I put on some shorts and grabbed some quarters for the vending machine and went to the elevator. As I got off the elevator, I saw that the floors were numbered the same as my floor, just one floor higher which made it easy for me to figure out which room was above me. As I neared the door, I almost chickened out but I took a deep breath and knocked and stood there with my hands full of soda and ice. For a brief moment, I almost ran for the elevator when the door opened. I feigned a surprised look and said "Oh, I think I got off on the wrong floor, sorry to have inconvenienced you. The guy was a tall good-looking man with a gruff look on his face. He said "The hell you are, you and I both know why you are here, so come on in". To be honest, I was taken back by his acknowledgement. I mean, I had hoped it would work out this way, but the actual fact of it took my breath away. Add to my astonishment the fact that the man was a fucking god. Sandy blonde hair, green eyes, well built, naked, hard, and who was at that point smiling at me. Fuck! I closed the door behind me, set the ice and drinks down, tore off the towel he was wearing and immediately sunk to my knees. I devoured his beautiful dick! About Eight inches of cut beauty, medium thick. Sheer heaven. The madness of the moment overtook my senses. I worshiped his cock with wanton abandon. I tore off my shorts as he led me over to the bathroom. My God, there I was in his bathroom sucking his cock. It was incredibly erotic to know that I was sucking the big dick of the tapper above me who was now above me literally. The cold marble tile floor felt hard on my knees. And I loved the sensation of him fucking my face and hearing him moaning. I noticed that he spoke English with a French Accent. Fuck, how sexy it was to hear him moan and speak words that I only understood by the tenor of sounds coming out of him. I gave that fucker the wettest, nastiest blow job which sucking countless men has taught me to give. At one point, my eyes and nose was running wetly from all the animal face fucking. His cock was so fucking hard that I could feel the veins sticking out. Spongy, slimy gristle. I pulled back to look at that hunk of beef. I looked up at him, and he was smiling. Smiles melt my heart. He lifted me up and led me to the chairs in front of the window. He forced me down and began to suck me. Now I was a profile in a window with a head half way down my body... bobbing up and down... and I fucking blew my load. As my head drifted back from orgasmic heaven and my breathing began to calm a bit, I could feel his cum drizzling down my legs. His face was still in my lap sucking my rubbery dick. I lifted his head up and kissed him. We were both spent and somehow I managed to get back into my clothes and get back to my room. I went straight to bed and remember thinking as I drifted off to sleep "this whole night has been like a wonderful, nasty dream" and I slept very well that night, indeed!