Boutique Hotel
Chapter 6
Our conversation and discussion about the future direction of the hotel had to wait. Guests were arriving for breakfast and I had to take up my role as waiter. I greeted all of them with a smile and a short menu of what was offered. Of course, I extolled the delicious eggs benedict that I'd consumed as well as the waffle that Steve had praised.
In all, there were only 10 guests who came down for breakfast before the dining room closed at 10 a.m. The others found someplace else to eat or slept in. But, the left-over food would go to a shelter for battered women and children, which was also a great tax write-off for the business. We had the same arrangement for food not consumed during the dinner hours. Occasionally, the chefs would reserve some item for tomorrow's menu, but that was pretty rare. They liked to change their offerings dramatically from day to day. I also approved their selections. And it was getting to the point where I trusted them to create menus that didn't require a great deal of work or expense and still left our guests satisfied.
With breakfast behind me, I set the tables for dinner and returned to my apartment. Steve was waiting for me in the bedroom. I knew what he wanted and he got it. Immediately afterwards, we reversed roles and I got pounded and bred.
We were out of bed before 11 a.m. and headed to the gym. I told Steve that he could train for his next bike race on the special exer-cycles that my gym possessed. And I added that it was a very gay-friendly gym, but discretion was always appropriate. When Steve checked out the bikes, he nodded approval. "I have the same Peloton bike at home for training. They have some amazing programs that mimic some of the most iconic routes taken in the three grand tours," he gushed. "I love them. The only drawback is that the one day races in Belgium, France, & The Netherlands can't be duplicated for the harshness and difficulty of traversing the cobblestones. That's just not possible. But, I'm grateful that I don't have to face any of that with the races in the States."
"I've seen the international races on television and they look brutal," I sympathized as we headed to the locker room.
"Until you've done it in real life, you can't really understand how treacherous they are. You can easily catch a wheel between the cobblestone and end up on your face before you know you're falling," Steve shivered. "And the cobblestones are slick with mud when it's wet or fine dust when it's dry. That's another reason those stones are so treacherous. I don't miss that at all. We were a small, second level team, so we never left Europe. And that always meant that we raced in every event we could enter. And there are a lot of races in the Low Countries. Those people living there are foaming-at-the-mouth fanatics about bike racing! If you think Europeans nuts about football (which we call soccer), you haven't begun to understand how rabid they are about cycling."
We undressed at two side-by-side lockers. I had to steal a glance at Steve's ass. It is so damned perfect and round. And then he turned and his long, dark snake drew my attention. I couldn't resist. I reached out and squeeze the thick, long shaft a couple of times before he slapped my hand away. "If you get me hard, you'll have to take care of it," he warned. More concerning to me was his impact on my dick. I was getting longer and harder fast. I'd never be able to hide this 10" monster in my baggy shorts.
I turned around and grabbed my shorts and pulled them on quickly. Turning back, I saw that Steve had pulled on his shorts that he'd borrowed from me. His long dick left an imprint that was starkly obvious. His round bubble butt was pulling the shorts tightly across his crotch. I had to smile at the big tube stretching toward his knee. "How do you keep that thing under control? You must have been very popular at school with that big snake in your pants," I observed.
"It was embarrassing," Steve allowed. "I was always trying to figure out a way to keep it hidden, but nothing seemed to work. I'd put on a jock and it was just mound my pants even worse. Briefs couldn't control it either."
"So, what did you do?" I asked.
"I decided, fuck it, and went commando some of the time, but generally, just wore boxers. At least, it was another layer of fabric that could hide the sharpest edges of the head. There wasn't a thing I could do about the length," he admitted.
"Did you get a lot of ribbing from the other guys?" I wondered.
"Quite a bit at first, but then I just asked them if they were jealous of what I had and they had little boy dicks. That always shut them up."
"Didn't you get guys who wanted to feel you up or suck you off?"
"Very few. No one wanted to admit that they loved big dicks and wanted to have sex with me. Everyone is so closeted in high school. But, when I got into the professional cycling circuit, that changed dramatically," he smiled, recalling many good memories.
"Yeah, you've told me about some of those. I wish I'd been there to help you out," I sighed.
Steve spent a full two hours on the exer-cycle. I worked on a short route that he selected on the exercise bike for about 45 minutes, but spent the rest of my time on the weights and machines, concentrating on legs, ass, and shoulders. Both of us were winded when we headed for the locker room.
We stripped off our sweaty clothes, grabbed towels, and headed for the showers. My new friend from a week ago was in a middle stall with the curtain open. When he saw me, he turned around and bent over, presenting his sweet ass. He grinned over his shoulder, hoping I'd plug in.
"Hey, Wayne. How's it?" I smiled at him and patted his ass.
"Needy," he responded. "I haven't had a dick in my ass all day," he signed. He glanced over at Steve who had removed his towel and hung it up. He walked over to us and smiled. "DAYUM!" Wayne moaned.
I glanced over at Steve and down at his dick. "Yeah, it's pretty impressive," I laughed. I introduced them. "You wanna sample? I think Steve would enjoy that pretty hole of yours." I glanced up at Steve's face and saw how interested he was in Wayne's ass. Steve nodded slowly and moved forward, his dick growing longer, thicker, and harder with each heartbeat.
Kneeling behind Wayne, Steve pushed his tongue up Wayne's hole. Wayne moaned at the contact and pressed his hands on to Steve's head, trying to get Steve to go deeper. I watched with unbridled lust. My dick was like steel and I knew I needed some of Wayne's sweet hole, too. But, Steve got first shot at Wayne's ass.
Wayne stood and whispered, "It's too public here. Let's go into the steam room. I think it's still vacant." He took hold of Steve's big dick and pulled him along. I followed hungry to get some, too. Wayne grabbed his towel and some lube. We took our towels with us as well. In the steam room, we were fortunate that Wayne had been right about our chances to be alone with him.
Steve returned to eating out his ass. I moved around and pushed my dick into Wayne's mouth. He greedily sucked me in. Moments later, Steve was standing behind Wayne, ready to enter him. With Wayne's ass lubed up, Steve slowly entered him. I could feel Wayne's howls of pleasure on my dick as Steve's Italian monster slipped deeper. Wayne pushed me away for a moment. "You're negative, right?" he asked nearly too late. Steve answered in the affirmative and resumed fucking him.
A couple of minutes later, I knew I was gonna nutt if I didn't pull out, so I did. Steve's pace was fast and I could tell by his breathing that he was very close to filling Wayne with creamy sperm. "He could pull out," I suggested to Wayne.
"NO! I want his load. I love that big dick fucking me. You're so big and so hard, Man. But, you're next, JR. I love how deep you go and your big loads," Wayne insisted. I'm not sure Steve would have pulled out anyway. He was totally into unloading in the ass he was fucking. I was behind him now and could see his big nuts had pulled up tightly against the base of his dick. With one final shove, Steve unloaded, shaking with the energy of his climax. I could see his "taint" and the big tube in the bottom of his dick pulse madly. Wayne was getting a massive load and loved it.
It took Steve a couple of minutes to come down from his climax. Remembering that I was next, he pulled out reluctantly. I loved in quickly and stated eating out Steve's load. But, my dick was sending me urgent signals that I would soon unload on the floor if I didn't change my position. I got to my feet and slowly entered Wayne. He was so well lubed by Steve's load that I didn't think I needed lube. Wayne didn't complain, either. Yeah, Wayne's a great fuck and even better when he's preloaded with another guy's nutt. But, Steve is still a better fuck. I'm not sure why, but it must have something to do with Steve's amazing bubble butt.
As much as my heavy balls wanted to empty into Wayne, I slowed my pace, hoping to ride his ass a little longer than I had before. Meanwhile, Steve had moved around to the front and had pushed his cum-streaked dick into Wayne's mouth. No objections sounded from Wayne. Leaning over Wayne's back, we kissed. Steve pulled gently on my nipples as we kissed. That action was going to make me nutt too soon. But, I didn't care. Steve was such a hot man. I loved doing any kind of sex with him.
"You ready for another load, Wayne?" I moaned as I broke my kiss with Steve. He moaned around Steve's dick and I took that for assent. It wouldn't have mattered what Wayne had said. My dick was already squirting out the first couple of weak jets before the big climax hit me hard and my balls kicked. I jetted sweet cream into him in staccato fashion. It had been nearly four hours since my last nutt in Steve's ass and my balls were full and eager to unload again.
Steve kissed me again, attempting to quiet my bellows of pleasure as I shot my warm load into Wayne. For another two minutes or so, I pumped and pounded Wayne's ass. He held me tightly against him, wanting every drop and dribble of cream I could produce. As my dick wilted, I finally had to pull out.
"Thanks, Wayne," I smiled, patting his well-used ass.
"And thanks for bringing along your friend, too," Wayne smiled back. I mentioned that we just might be back another day for another round. Wayne loved the idea and tried to pin us down to a date and time. We gave him hope, but nothing specific.
"That was a lot of fun," Steve said as we walked out of the fitness spa, after we showered and dressed. "How long have you been fucking that guy?"
"I only met him last week. And I agree that he's a good lay. But, he doesn't even come close to your skills," I said. "You got the moves, the ass, and the dick to satisfy me all day, every day."
"Sweet talker," he laughed as we got in the car. "I'm glad you enjoy hot sex as much as I do."
"In my business, I'd better love it," I grinned. "What would you like to do the rest of the afternoon?"
"What would you normally do?" Steve responded.
"Probably spend some time going over the books, bank account, and bills. I'd take a look at our bookings for the next week, and approve the menus for the next few days, although I'm beginning to wonder why I do that. It seems like a waste of my time," I sighed.
"I can rest in the apartment while you do all your bookkeeping," Steve offered.
"Not a chance," I laughed. "The books can wait. When I get some sweet manhole like we just had, it makes me want some real man's hole. And that means you, Steve. You ready to give it up?"
"Fuck, yeah! I want as much as I can get," he exulted. "Besides, when you were fucking Wayne, I was a little jealous that he was getting that big, black dick and sweet load. I wanted to eat his ass out and suck your dick afterwards, but you were headed out."
"That's because I wanted some dick in my ass. And that some dick means YOUR dick! Fuck the accounting! I wanna get fucked."
"Like you need to convince me," Steve smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I wish he were kissing my ass or sucking my dick, but I'll take what I can get. I parked the car, dashed into the hotel, and up the elevator. We dumped our clothes as we raced to the bedroom. I landed on my back and pulled my legs into my chest. "I gotta eat that before I can fuck it," he said lustily. Without missing a beat, Steve pushed my legs harder into my chest, forcing my ass off the bed. His lips closed quickly over my needy asshole and his warm tongue speared the center. We moaned in unison. Getting my ass eaten is nearly as good as getting it fucked by Steve's enormous dick.
"I can still taste my load from this morning," he sighed after a minute of non-stop ass munching. Resuming his felching, he lasted nearly five minutes before I insisted that he fuck me. I couldn't wait any longer. My ass was begging for a big dick and Steve possessed what I desperately needed. Steve moved to his knees and grabbed the lube bottle from me. No matter how many times he fucked me, I still needed lube for that massive Italian sausage. It had been over four hours since he'd filled me up, so my ass had tightened meanwhile. Even with his wet tongue and the load from this morning, I was gonna need some help.
He moved so easily inside me that I might have been able to skip the lube. At this point, I didn't care. I got that big meat all the way up my hole and I was begging for more. I held his ass with both hands, making sure that his dick was totally buried. Slowly, he started fucking me. We kissed again and again as his pace slowly quickened. Each thrust caused me to squeeze his dick. I loved his thickness inside me, but I was ready to be flooded with his creamy man juice again. This guy really brought out the needy bottom in me. I was hooked on this guy's skills as a top.
"Breed me, Steve. I need your load!" I begged.
He smiled down at me and increased his fucking speed again. "You want some Italian jizz in your hole? You ready to get bred? You need to get pregnant?" Steve baited me.
"Fuck, yeah! Load me up!"
"Take it, then!" Steve's hips pounded my eager ass. He was going for a big climax and I was hungry to take it. I pulled him hard into me. His climax was close, but he needed more thrusts to get there. I eased off slightly, but never more than an inch of his thick baby-maker left my hole. "CUMMING!" he bellowed. I held him tightly and felt his dick jerk and jump rapidly as he poured his male essence up my deep love canal. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he repeated with each big climax wave.
When his thrusts stopped a couple of minutes later, I knew I'd been well fucked. His dick kicked so often that I knew I was getting a big load of his juices inside me. Damn, this guy was good in the sack. I wanted more, but his dick wilted slightly. Most of the starch was out of it, but his long, Italian dick deflated only a couple of inches when it was flaccid. That's another thing I loved about his big dick.
Steve slipped out of my ass and kissed me, working down my body, bypassing my hard dick and licked down to my asshole. He worked his tongue inside me and started slurping up his load. A minute later, I pushed him down on the bed and sat on his face. "I think you'll enjoy more of your cream in this position," I suggested.
With a tongue in my ass, I was a happy man. Steve didn't hold back on the pleasure noises he made. He was certainly competition to me for being the more piggy of the two of us. I made sure that I didn't touch my hard dick as I wiggled on his face. Steve needed to enjoy the product of his fuck, rather than get hammered right away by my dick. I knew he'd love taking my black dick and big load again, but I thought he'd rather felch me right now. Steve's noisy felching didn't dissuade me from that conclusion.
But, the tension was building in my balls and I knew I needed to end this face-sitting soon. It was Steve who stopped the felching and begged for my dick in his ass. He pushed me off his face and pulled his legs into his chest. His sweet, round ass beckoned to me. I couldn't resist. With tongue extended, I rimmed his manhole as I pushed his legs harder into his chest. As his ass rose off the bed, I worked my tongue deeper. I could taste my earlier load and groaned with pleasure. My dick responded with a weak squirt of precum.
That warning was enough for me to cut short the rimming that I wanted to give him. With my hands on the back of his knees, I moved into position. His need to get fucked was raging. He grabbed my leaking dick and guided me to his winking asshole. I allowed him to impale himself. We groaned with mutual satisfaction.
"Damn! How I need that black sword in my hole," Steve moaned. "Stab me and breed me," he begged. His hands had moved to my black ass and pulled me deeper. When I hit bottom, I made my dick jerk. I felt more precum ooze out. His ass muscles chewed on my phallus, pushing me dangerously close to an early climax.
"I'll nutt if you keep stroking my dick with your ass," I warned.
"I don't care," Steve smiled up at me. "I need another load! And I know you're good for several more."
Steve's phone chirped. He glanced over at the night stand and retrieved it. It was one of his brothers calling, so he took the call. But, he told me to keep fucking while he chatted and bragged about my big, black dick in his ass. Steve smiled as he answered the phone. "No, you didn't interrupt anything. We're still fucking." He laughed at a comment from his brother. "I just fucked him and now he's pounding my ass. I know he's getting close because I can feel his dick throb." I could hear laughter from the other end of the conversation. "You'll just have to wait until your `boys night out' next week," he smirked. "Then you can have a shot at his big, black dick and delicious ass."
Steve listened for nearly a minute while his brother told him something. "Well, I'm sure he'll be disappointed, but he'll understand. Thanks for letting us know and considering our health, too. You could come for dinner, just the two of you." After he got an answer, he said, "Yeah, that would be kinda tacky to leave the wives behind with the sick kids. We coulda fucked like bunnies before and after dinner." I heard frustration at the other end of the call. "We'll do it another time when everyone's healthy. Meanwhile, I look forward to next weekend and so does JR."
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Kids in both families are sick," Steve replied. "And they didn't want to bring their cooties to us at dinner tonight. They hope they don't get the crud the kids have, but you never know. He said it just seems to be colds, but you never know with kids. No fevers yet, but that could change at any time."
"Poor things," I commiserated. "I hope the adults don't catch what the kids have. I really want to get with your brothers and breed both of them. And I hope they still want to fuck me. I recall you said they have big dicks, too."
"Not as thick as mine, but about as long," Steve reminded me.
All that conversation had taken the fire out of my need to breed. That's not to say that my dick wasn't rock hard. It was. So, we began again with kissing, nipple pulls, and slow strokes up his eager butt. Within another minute, I was ready to fire. Steve wanted my load and was milking my cum-launcher with a vengeance. He knew what he wanted and with or without my cooperation, he was going to get my nutt.
He kissed me hard and pulled my hips even harder against his butt. His right hand moved to my left nipple and tugged gently. He knew that was a direct line to my dick and my cum-trigger. With a strangled moan, I slammed hard into him and began to empty my heavy balls. "Fuck!" I roared. "Take IT!!" I pumped and pushed into him, my dick erupting quick sprays of what he wanted and what I loved to jet into a bare manhole. My body shuddered with waves of climax.
"Breed me, Baby!" Steve urged. "I love your cream!" One hand on my ass forced me hard against his ass, the other hand pulled on my erect left nipple. "Fuck, yeah!" he exulted.
When I regained control of my body, I resumed slamming into his ass with long strokes of my dick. He urged me to go faster and harder. His dick was hard and he was pulled on it as quickly as I was fucking his butt. I slapped his hand away. "That's for my ass, not your chest and abs," I insisted.
My climax finally halted and I pulled out of his butt. With a swift motion, I straddled his hips and sat on his hard dick. "Give it to me, Steve. Cum in my ass, Baby."
He thrust his hips upward in a rapid, repeating motion. His thick sausage spread my love tunnel. His previous load squelched as he fucked me. "Gonna cum!" he warned. I felt his thick dick jerk hard and the big dickhead expand even more than usual. "Best manhole I've ever bred," he moaned. With a few more thrusts, he relaxed and lay beneath me, completely spent.
We lay beside each other for several minutes recovering. But, Steve needed to eat his loads out of my ass, so I sat on his face again. A minute later, we traded places and I ate my loads out of his ass. After several minutes of felching each other, we fucked again.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly time for the dining room to open for dinner. Patting his ass, I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. He joined me a moment later. "That was the hottest sex I've ever had, and we've had some amazing sessions before this," Steve smiled. "We are such a well-matched couple of perverts."
"We are, and I love every fuck and felch of it," I agreed.
"So, how many men need servicing tonight?" he asked.
"At last count, it was 6."
"You want to do the same as last night and let me take on some of them?" Steve wondered.
"Sure. I'll bring down the laptop so they can see what they'll be getting."
"Have you fucked any of them before?"
"Four of them," I answered.
"How are they in bed?" Steve pressed.
"I don't recall," I admitted. "They weren't memorable, unfortunately."
"That's sad," Steve smiled. "Perhaps, they'd like some Italian sausage, instead of a big black dick this time."
"We won't know until we ask. And we'll ask the other two as well."
"Any idea when they'll be down for dinner?" Steve asked.
"No idea. We don't require reservations from hotel guests, only outsiders."
Two of the four men that had requested services from Steve were in the restaurant shortly after 6 p.m. He charmed them into an early evening, so he could enjoy them longer and not have to rush to his next assignation. Steve told me later that they were married to each other and they were celebrating the birthday of the shorter one. I vaguely recalled that the other man had a birthday earlier in the year and I'd fucked him to celebrate his birthday. They were still negative and loved getting bred by big dicks. As it turned out, the one celebrating this time was the more accomplished bottom because he could take big dicks more easily. That would have been obvious after you saw the thick dick on his husband. Steve was only slightly thicker, but much longer.
Steve said that the birthday boy had already been fucked and bred by his thick-dicked husband, so Steve enjoyed a nice felch before he bred the birthday celebrant. His husband sucked on Steve's dick after Steve pumped his jizz deep and then ate out his husband's ass to get more of Steve's nutt. Seeing no reason to stay, Steve cleaned off his dick and balls in my apartment and then returned to the restaurant. He smiled when he came in and said that he'd enjoyed the young men.
A middle-aged man left an hour later with Steve. I did recall this one, though. He had a very hairy body and a nice dick, but loved to get fucked raw. He couldn't get enough jizz in his ass to hear him tell it. I think I fucked him twice, but I'm not sure I remembered that accurately.
But, Steve told me that my memory was spot-on. The guy was indeed very hairy, loved to get his butt eaten out and bred repeatedly. He even suggested that I service my hairy guest later after the restaurant closed. The more Steve talked about his incredible ass, the more I wanted to agree. He looked the same as the last time I saw him. He had a Castro-Street-clone moustache and short hair favored in that era. His well-used ass hadn't lost any of its talent.
That left me with three men to service tonight, plus Steve, of course. But, as the restaurant closed, I got a call from two of the men I was supposed to service. They said that they were going out to the gay bars and hoped to pick up a guy or guys to fuck them. If that failed, they were headed to the steam baths. So, that left me with one guy, the hairy one, and a repeat customer. Steve had an older gentleman who had to be close to 60, but he clearly took care of himself. He had a shaved his head, a goatee, and a sweet ass hidden in his pants. Steve was more than willing to take him on. The guy had a really nice dick about 8" long and had a big head on it. He shot his load just as Steve finished filling him up with Italian jizz.
Steve and I finished about the same time, but I still had one more man to service. He was another repeat customer. He wasn't all that good in bed. Instead of participating with lots of action on his part, he just lay there like a manikin or a blow-up sex doll. I couldn't finish with him soon enough. But, I did manage to get him to nutt, so I didn't shoot my load. I knew Steve would be grateful.
However, there was no way I could avoid nutting in the hairy guy's hole that Steve had recently bred. He was a very skillful bottom and very appreciative of both loads. And I complimented him on his skills as a hungry bottom who loved big dicks raw. He acknowledged that he's been careful who fucked him, but always looked forward to getting my big dick and any other that I might recommend. As he was spending another night in the hotel, he asked if he could do both of us again. But, tomorrow, he wanted both of us at the same time. I told him I'd talk to Steve and see if he agreed.
Steve & I met back at the penthouse apartment. He had arrived a few minutes before I did. He was in the shower when I got there, so I joined him.
"How was your last man, the older gentleman?" I asked as I rubbed his beautiful ass.
"He was a lot of fun. He sure knows how to make another man happy. I shoved my dick up his ass and he took me easily, so he's had a good deal of practice. I didn't ask if he had a boyfriend or husband. I thought he might volunteer that information, but he didn't. However, I know he wanted to fuck my ass, but nutted before he could flip me," Steve smiled.
"I think everyone wants to fuck that amazing ass of yours," I smiled. "Which is what is going to happen next." I reached for the lube and then slipped my hard, black dick up his sweet hole. "Fuck, you are so hot!" I sighed, lustily. "I've shot only one load tonight, so I apologize for not eating your ass first. I'd have shot my load on to the sheets or floor of the shower just by sticking my tongue up that delicious bubble butt."
"I don't mind as long as you nutt in my butt," Steve smiled over his shoulder, impaling himself deeply on my hard dick. He rode me with gusto, holding on to my ass to make sure each thrust went all the way in. His ass muscles squeezed and stroked my manhood, giving me no ability to hold back. Seconds later, I shot a big, creamy load up his hungry hole. I hung on to his hips to make sure that he got every drop of my breeding juices as I continued pounding his hole. It felt so good to be inside him, instead of the men I'd been with earlier this evening.
Eventually, I pulled out. But, before Steve could turn around, I went to my knees and started to felch my load from between his Italian buns. He bent over again to accommodate my oral skills. We continued in this fashion for several more minutes. I caressed his ass as I ate him out, occasionally moving a hand around to feel his hard dick and fulsome nuts. Being very careful not to stroke the big head of his dick, I knew I could prolong my felching for a few minutes more.
However, Steve couldn't hold out. He turned around, pulled me up, and turned me around. With lube on his fingers, he got me ready for this thick sausage. "One good fuck deserves another," he said. "And just so you know, the men I serviced tonight don't come close to the talent of your hungry hole. There's something about a beautiful, black man with a sweet, round ass that always gets my kettle boiling. I've seen many black butts in my porn viewing, but you're still the best."
"And I thank you for the compliment, but I really need another load in my ass. An Italian sausage is what I crave the most," I sighed as his thick-headed dick hit my prostate again and again. Even my Latino, former boyfriend from Los Angeles didn't make my prostate this happy. He has a beautiful ass and a magnificent dick, but Steve has something more. I can't define it. I just know it makes me very happy, and sexually satisfied.
Steve did his best to fuck me like I love it: long, deep strokes that end with a major load of baby-making gravy deep inside me. After he delivered the promised load, he pulled out, lathered us both up, and insisted that I hurry along. He wanted to get into the bed and force me to sit on his face. There was no forcing involved. I eagerly and gladly squatted over his mouth and let him eat me out. I sucked his dick and got him hard again. "You know what you need to do next," I stated.
"The way you so easily got me hard again, I'll venture that you need me to breed you again," he smiled.
"You read me like a book," I retorted.
I sat on his hard dick and slowly fucked myself on his upright organ. Leaning in to kiss him, we continued our mating for several minutes. About five minutes later, he was feeding my ass another load. But, this time, he didn't want me to sit on his face. He wanted me to fuck him again. With my tongue in his ass, I spent a few minutes getting him wetter and enjoying the creamy volume of my earlier loads. I could have waited a few more minutes, but Steve couldn't.
"Fuck me, JR! I need your big dick deep in my ass," he begged. We set up a slow pace. He needed to get fucked and I needed to hold back as long as I could. I did love his bubble butt, eating the full length of my hard dick. His dick started to harden again as I hit his prostate going in and slowly withdrawing. Sex is why I opened this hotel in the first place. But, having someone in my bed like Steve had me wondering if I was getting what I really needed. Servicing other men was always a good time, but that's not the same as making love with a man who absolutely consumes me with his skills as a top and a bottom.
I'd always considered myself a top, with infrequent strolls to the bottom side. But, with Steve, I wanted to bottom nearly all the time. I loved his thick dick and his skills at fucking me. His massive, raw loads filled me up and had me begging for more. And the best part of that sex was his quick recovery, his readiness for another round in a few minutes. He didn't recover as quickly as I did, but close enough to make me a very happy man.
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