Charming Accent

I confess: I fucked him harder when I found out it made him shout.

“Oh goodness!” Jimmy yelled at the top of his voice, as I slammed in. “Oh goodness! How are you—?! How do you—?! Oh my! Oh my goodness!”

The grandmotherly phrases seemed incongruous with the man speaking them. My partner over the weekend was in his late thirties and built like a porn model—short, muscular, and compact. His ass was the perfect back half of a peach, rounded and fuzzy. Perhaps fuzzy is the wrong word to describe the hair covering all his body save for his shaved head. Down his defined chest cascaded a waterfall of fur, dark and bristly. His back was hairy as well, which I know turns off some—though he would have looked odd without it, like some kind of shaved monkey. As I fucked him, his hairy calves tickled my knees

The guy was an out-of-towner staying at one of the nicer hotels in the area. I’d plotted our encounter to be one of those dark hotel-room trespasses that I typically enjoy. I’d ordered Jimmy to pull the privacy drapes, crack the door, and be naked on the bed with his hole up, ready for eating. Instead of all that, I’d found his door shut. He answered it dressed in an eyesore of an orange robe and little leather slippers, while I practically had to squint to keep the sun from bleaching my eyesight completely through the open windows. And yet I found him charming enough that I didn’t mind how blatantly he’d ignored my suggestions.

It was probably because of his voice. “Oh my goodness!” he exclaimed, after I’d filled him up. He flopped down on his back and panted, eyes wide. “My god!” How can I say it politely? When Jimmy talked, he sounded like a cartoon. He resembled so much every foreign animated character that ever appeared in The Simpsons that whenever his lips moved, I wanted to lift the sheets or check behind the shower curtain to see if Hank Azaria was hiding somewhere, voicing him. “Oh my goodness gracious! That was wonderful indeed!”

Trying not to grin, I lay down beside him. “You have a charming accent,” I said.

“Oh!” he said, delighted. Most men I know have not a lot of tonal range when they speak. They’ve got the ordinary monotone, and a lower, gruffer sex voice. Jimmy, however, was the coloratura of speaking. He could growl with the best of them, but when he was delighted, even the one syllable of Oh! ran up two octaves and down again, sprinkled with trills and mordents. “You are the best of the best. I am Persian. You know what is Persian?”

The sentence’s odd construction made me want to answer carpets?, but I realized what he was asking. “Persian. Iranian.”

His nose wrinkled. “Yes, Persian. You have been with Persian man before?” I had to admit I had. “You make the babies in him like you make the babies in me?”

I liked Jimmy the Persian at his most flirtatious. “I did,” I said, pressing his forehead to mine. I grabbed onto his inordinately hairy legs and pulled one up, so that my still-hard dick nudged against his hole. “But I’m going to make more in you.”

“What is this?” he said, in his lilting cartoon voice. “We are doing this twice? We are doing this twice? Oh my goodness!” His head lolled back when I entered him, and we began fucking again until I made more babies in him.

I have to admit, I really liked Jimmy. He did everything I liked, and then some. He kissed well and his mouth tasted good. He ate my armpits, and chewed on my nipples. After the second fuck, he went down between the sheets and sucked my dick clean, straight out of his hole. Then he sucked on my balls and ate my ass for what seemed like an hour, before grabbing my feet and sucking their toes, heels and balls. Through it all I gasped and prayed that it wouldn’t end too soon. It’s not often that I find someone who ungrudgingly gives me such pleasure. When he finished with my feet and began softly kissing my eyebrows and massaging my scalp with the very tips of his fingers, I realized it was truly head-to-foot service.

“You’re amazing,” I murmured.

“No!” he protested. “You are the amazing one! This is how I treat someone as amazing as you! You are worth more than millions of coins to me!”

It had to be the sweetest compliment I’ve received in a while, primarily because I’d never heard anything like. I rolled him over and began munch on his hole again, which made him squeal in registers that only dogs could hear. When I parted his legs and pulled myself up between them, he gasped in surprise, “Three times? We are doing this three times? Oh my goodness!”

Jimmy was so charming that after I’d pumped the third load into him, I stuck around for several minutes and helped him out with a map of the area so that he could go shopping before heading back to his home in Ontario. He tried to press me into letting him take me to breakfast (“You are too skinny! You need to be eating more! I will fatten you up!”), but I ended up kissing him lingeringly in the hotel room doorway and leaving. It was the most reluctant departure I’d made in weeks.

I got the following message from Jimmy, Monday:

i just arrive at home, i went to that shopping mall u told
me and shopped too many thing, was good place to get good
price 40%. had californian pizza too, miss you sexy, my
trip was wonderful finishing being with u and knowing how
sexy gentle and hot you are...
u made my trip worh like billionz of $$$
i m glad i met u Robb
take care of your sexy body, i m far away can't take care
of you and lick you from toes to head...
c u
jimmy

Even when he emails, he has the most charming accent.