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Chapter 4: The Stranger
Greg unzipped Aaron's pants from the passenger seat, releasing Aaron's hard cock. The tip glistened with precum, which Greg leaned over and greedily licked up. Aaron put his right hand on the back of Greg's head, and pushed him down onto his dick. Greg opened his mouth wide and swallowed it all the way down to the pubes.
He kept it in his throat, working the shaft with his lips and tongue as Aaron let out a loud moan.
Greg kept Aaron's cock lodged down his throat the whole drive, occasionally pulling his head back to come up for air before diving all the way down it again.
"Fuck that throat feels good," Aaron said as the they drove, making record time back to the hotel.
After they parked, Aaron had to pull Greg off his cock. The bitch didn't want to stop feeding on it. Aaron put it back in his pants and readjusted himself. The thick outline still very obvious against his flat-front pants. Greg licked his lips as they got out of the car.
It was nearing check-in time, so the lobby was busy. They waited patiently for the elevator and made their way up to Greg's room.
"Fuck," Aaron said as they entered. He had just realized he left the bag in his car.
"No worries," said Greg as he handed Aaron the keycard. "I'll just be here getting ready for you," he said as he started walking toward the bathroom, shedding his clothing as he walked. By the time he went through the door, he was naked and Aaron was staring at Greg's perfect ass. Greg slapped his left cheek and thigh.
"Fuck," Aaron said again, as he left the room and closed the door behind him. He made his way back to car, parked in the second to last row of the lot. By the time he made it back to the room door, nearly 20 minutes had passed.
Aaron put the card up to the reader, and twisted the knob as light turned green. The door started opening, but then Aaron stopped suddenly. He heard the unmistakable sounds of sex from the bedroom. Moans. Balls slapping hard against ass. The creaking of the bed frame. Aaron paused for a moment, not sure what to do. At first he thought he might be in the wrong room, but he recognized Greg's groans of pleasure.
Suddenly, there came a loud voice from inside the room.
"Are you coming in or what?" A mysterious voiced asked from around the corner. The voice was deep, with a tone of authority Aaron had never really heard before. The moans and creaking and sounds fucking continued.
He closed the door behind him and slowly made his way down the hallway and around the corner into the bedroom. There he saw Greg on his hands and knees on the bed. He was facing Aaron with a huge grin on his face. His body was bucking forward and back wildly from the fucking he was getting. Behind him, a tall white guy was plowing his friend deep.
"Get over here and plug this fucker's mouth," the stranger commanded. "The bitch won't keep quiet."
Aaron instantly got rock hard. He wasn't really sure what to make of everything, but he was obviously really turned on by it all. He dropped his bag and started stripping as he walked forward to the bed.
Without saying a word Greg grabbed his cock when he was close enough and pulled him in, guiding Aaron's cock into his mouth in one smooth motion. The stranger was fucking Greg so hard Aaron just needed to stand there. Greg moved forward and back with each thrust, pulling him on and off Aaron's thick, veiny cock.
Aaron was caught up in the scenario. He started moaning and knew he wouldn't last long. The stranger noticed.
"Pull out when you're cumming," the man said forcefully. "I want to see you paint this bitch's face with your seed."
Aaron realized it wasn't a request--it was a command. He had never really had anyone talk like that to him before. For some reason, it made him even hornier. Greg worked his cock a couple of more times with his tongue before Aaron let out an "oh fuck!"
He pulled back as he was instructed, and shot his cum all over his bud's face. The first eruption covered Greg's lips and left eye. The next covered his right. Aaron kept convulsing and wildly shooting his thick, hot semen all over Greg's face. It was another epic load of cum. As he relaxed, Greg wrapped his lips around Aaron's deflating cock and started sucking softly.
As he calmed down he took a good look at the man behind Greg, fucking him so madly. He was an older gentleman, in his mid 50s. His chest was broad and muscled. His big hands gripped each of Greg's hips, trying to hold him in check with each wild thrust of his hips.
Aaron looked up to the man's face. He was very handsome, with chiseled facial features and beautifully deep blue eyes. His hair was a dark blonde color, tightly trimmed. Aaron thought he looked familiar, but could quite place him.
But then Aaron realized he didn't just have a glance at the man's face. He was starring at him right in the eyes.
"Listen to me," the stranger said, his gaze locked on Aaron. "Kneel."
Aaron dropped to his knees. He didn't even think, it just happened. It took him a second to realize he had even done it.
"You will eat that big load you shot on your friend's face. I want to see you lick up every last drop of your cum."
Aaron had never eaten cum before. He had tasted some of his own cum in kissing after getting a blowjob and there was one time as a teenager when he took a quick taste of his own spunk out of curiosity--as every guy does--but that was ages ago. The stranger noticed his brief pause.
"Now," the stranger commanded.
Without even thinking about it Aaron leaned forward and started greedily slurping up the load on Greg's face. It was a copious amount of cum. He kneeled there, working his tongue over his friend's cheeks and lips. He used his tongue to scoop out the spunk from Greg's eye sockets. He kept licking, working himself into a frenzy until he had cleaned and swallowed it all.
Aaron realized he was licking his lips.
What is going on, he thought to himself. That's when he realized the stranger wasn't fucking Greg anymore. The stranger was standing right beside Aaron's face. He glanced to the left and saw the man's dick inches from his face.
Aaron had always been proud of his dick--and he considered himself hung. But this guy was in a totally different class. He was packing 9.5 inches of thick man meat and his bull balls hung low. The cock head was wet with sweat, lube and Greg's ass juices. A huge drop of precum was forming on the tip.
Aaron realized he was staring again, this time at the guy's cock. He started to turn away, but paused as the man spoke.
"Stop," he said with a forceful tone.
"You are going to open your mouth. You are going to take my big cock into your mouth. And then you are going to suck me until I cum."
"When I cum, you are not going to pull away. You are not going to swallow. You are going to let my load fill your mouth. You are going to savor the flavor of my seed. You are going to open your mouth and show me the treasure you have collected from these huge balls. And then you will swallow when I allow you to swallow."
Again without even thinking, Aaron opened his mouth and leaned forward. As the cock entered his mouth, he felt it stretch his lips and jaws. He had never had a cock in his mouth before. He wasn't exactly sure what to do. He closed his lips around the shaft and started trying to suck it.
"What a pathetic cock sucker you are," the man stated. "You don't even have a third of my big cock in your mouth. But don't worry. We will have to work on that."
Aaron paused for a minute. What was this guy talking about? Aaron thought to himself.
"Good thing for you this other bitch's ass got me nearly there," he said.
He grabbed Aaron's hair with both his hands and started slowly fucking Aaron's face. The stranger didn't push in much more, which Aaron was very happy about. It was it felt like his jaw was going to dislocate and this guys dick was going to go crashing through the back of his skull as is. Was it true he didn't even have a third of it in his mouth?
The man's breathing picked up.
"Okay bitch. Remember what I told you," he said. "Oh fuck here comes your load."
Aaron's eyes opened wide. Cum started pulsing and flooding into his mouth. He didn't realize how much force it would have. Aaron struggled to not choke or vomit. He stayed still, not daring to pull away as wave after wave of cum filled his mouth. The force and pace slowed and then it stopped. Aaron's lips were still locked around the shaft. The stranger carefully pulled his dick out as Aaron did his best to hang onto the cum.
"Show me your prize," the stranger commanded. Aaron looked up toward him and opened his cum-filled mouth wide.
"You may swallow and thank me for the load I have given you."
Aaron did his best to swallow. It took several tries to get it all down. He kept his eyes locked onto the stranger's.
"Thank you sir," Aaron said meekly. "For your delicious cum."
As he got the last word out he finally recognized the man standing over him.
It was Christopher Hinds.
One of the partners at his accounting firm.
His boss.