Gay Resort
cajuncock
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Gay Resort
cajuncock
I lay naked in my room at the gay resort. The curtains were wide open for anyone passing by to look in at my wanton display. A brown bottle of poppers and a tube of lube rested on the night stand next to a single candle whose light was just enough to illuminate the table and my naked body. I waited and waited hoping for a good, deep fuck.
I didn't have to wait long. I'd arrived mid-afternoon. I scouted the grounds out before the sun set. The resort parking lot was filled so I knew that the possibility of action would be pretty good. After a meal in the nearby town, I'd returned, showered, and changed into my tightest jeans and wife beater t-shirt. I walked to the resort's bar. As I expected, it was crowded. Being in the deep south it was one of the few places that local gay guys would meet. Ordering a beer I looked around at the crowd. It was a typical mix of gay men. There were the farm boys with their worn jeans, the married men trying not to look too obvious, the out of towners like me, trying to gauge the place and its clients.
I took my beer into the adjoining room where there was a pool table. Some guys were playing a game. Others, mostly singles, were standing around watching the game. I saw a few men drift out the patio door. I waited a while before going out to get some fresh air. The darkened patio was only lite by the moon. I did notice groups of men standing off in the dark corners. My guess was that it would be a very active late night out there.
The resort itself was set back from the road. I could see an occasional car pass by. The resort's pool stood between the road and the main buildings. My room was on the backside, a more private area. I walked outside for a while finishing my beer. Returning inside I ordered another. I managed to catch the eye of a few men standing off by themselves. I nodded recognition and they responded.
Finishing my beer, I returned to my room. As I did this I did see a few men cruising by the rooms. Some stopped to look in the windows. Some doors were slightly open, inviting company. Back in my room I quickly stripped off my cloths and turned the TV on to the resorts in-house porn channel. I stroked my cock and sipped a rum & coke from my private stash. A few men stopped to look in. I noticed from the clock radio that it was near closing time for the bar. More men would soon be cruising looking for sex. I lubed my hole and stroked myself up to a respectable sized erection. The light from the TV bathed my body.
Soon I nodded off only to be awakened by the sound of cloths dropping to the floor next to the bed. I felt a slickened finger rub my crack. It soon found my well lubed hole and pushed in knuckle deep. I moaned at the intruding digit. This was the only signal the man needed. He quickly moved over my body, kissing my neck. Another moan to give my consent was all that was needed. I felt the strong body slide over me. He kissed my neck and then turned me onto my back. I moved my arms around his neck to pull him in for deep kiss. He responded in kind. I felt my legs being moved wide apart as my unseen lover adjusted himself for penetration. It was quick, a sudden shove into my bowels by a very thick, long cock. This man leaned in for a kiss. Tongues battled with each other for dominance. As he ravished my mouth, I felt the head penetrate my hole. He was determined and eager to fill me. I moved my hips up to let him know that I wanted all of him inside me. His response was a set of deep thrusts and moans as he exploded. I felt the tool thicken then pulse as his load filled me. No words were spoken, none were needed. He finished, falling onto my chest.
After a few minutes to recover, he got up, dressed and left me in a blissful but horny state. He exited the room, leaving the door open for just a crack. In no time another man approached the window. He saw my naked body on the bed, ass up in an invitation. He pushed in closing the door behind him. In no time he was naked and feeling my body. His fingers searched for my butt and the crack giving access to my most secret place. I heard him grab for the lube and pour some out on his cock. He replaced the lube and took the brown bottle up to take a hit. The bottle was then pushed under each of my nostrils. I inhaled deeply before he did the same. Feeling the vapors take over my body I lifted my butt up to indicate my need for his cock. Grabbing my hips up he pushed the hard instrument of pleasure in to the hilt. I felt his wiry pubs push against my butt. I knew that he was fully in. He pushed the poppers under my nostrils again before he settled into a steady pace on my hole.
This man was different, he was making love not just fucking for his own pleasure. He brought me close each time before pausing to then start again. He knew what he was doing to me. I moaned, then begged for him to fill me with his seed. This was all the encouragement he needed. His pace quickened as he brought both of us to orgasm.
He fell onto my body, kissing my neck and muttering his thanks. From his tone, I'd guess he was one of the local farm boys out to get his nut off. He jumped up and hurriedly dressed. Before leaving he leaned over to kiss my cheek. His was the second load I'd taken in less than an hour. Alone again, I went into the bathroom to clean my bottom. I now decided to explore the grounds. Dressing in gym shorts and flip flops, I closed the curtains and went out.
At the far end of the motel like rooms there was a wooded area with obvious well worn paths. I followed a path that led to an open, grassed area. There were men standing around waiting for some action. I stood in the center of the grass and bent over to adjust my flip flops. Instantly, there was a hand on my cloth covered ass. The hand went into the loose leg opening and found my now stiff cock. The shorts were soon on the ground as others joined us. A hand pulled my head down to an uncut cock. I opened to swallow the intruder just as I felt a lubed finger enter my hole. Since I'd been well used already, it was not a difficult task to explore my hole and love tunnel. The single finger was soon joined by another. After opening me fully the fingers were replaced with a stiff weapon of pleasure. As I sucked an offered cock, I glanced around to see more men had gathered, cocks in hand. I signaled with my hand for them to come closer. Soon I felt stiff cocks being rubbed across my bent body. I knew that each one would soon invade my ass leaving their own loads to join the others in my bowels.
An hour passed as I took on all five men. Finishing with the last one, I picked up my gym shorts and walked back naked to my room. On the way I passed a security guard making his rounds. I assumed that he was used to seeing naked men at the resort. He nodded as we passed each other. Walking on I looked back to see him staring at my naked ass. I returned to my room, opening the curtains. I cleaned myself in the shower before hitting the bed. I slept naked on the bed with the covers pulled down to my feet. I saw a flash light pass my window as I drifted off to sleep. I heard someone at the door, I went to the door to see who might be trying to get in at 3AM. It was the security guard. I stood there naked in the opened door. He smiled and told me that he was just checking to make sure I was safe before going off duty and turning his work over to another guard. I thanked him and turned to go back to bed, leaving the door opened a crack. A few minutes later he returned, now off duty. I got a good look at him. He was a tall, muscled black man. His uniform shirt barely contained his well muscled chest. I could also make out the thick muscle that stretched down his right pants leg.
I turned over- arms and legs spread wide open in an invitation. He quickly undressed. As he stood naked next to the bed I had time to admire this dark god. I reached over to rub my hand across his chest with its covering of black rough hair. I stopped briefly to play with the dark orbs that were his nipples. He moaned his appreciation of my care for the magnificent body before me. I got up onto my knees and kissed his neck, then his ears. He wrapped my body in his strong arms. I could smell the musk of a real working man's body. It was in sharp contrast to that of the perfectly groomed bar clients. This was a real man, one who worked. I moved down his chest leaving a trail of hair wet with my spit. His moans encouraging me to explore more. Sitting back I admired my work in the soft candle light. My eyes took in the sight of this black god. I looked down at the ebony rod that would soon plunder my hole, enter my bowels to make me his property. The cut, dark shaft topped by an angry purple head with just a bead of clear liquid at the top. As I watched he flexed his pole so that the drop of fluid began to fall down in a single thick deluge of pre cum. I rushed to capture the string with my tongue not wanting to let any of this man's precious fluids go to waste. I caught it with my out stretched tongue. The taste sent shivers through my body straight to my own cock. My cock arched up in anticipation of the wonderful things to come.
I reached around my ebony god to grab the lube. I never let go of the cock now encircled by my mouth. He moaned seeing me grab the lube. I anointed two of my fingers with a generous amount of lube and began to prepare my hole with the well lubed fingers. In the light of the candle he watched me prepare for his invasion. He pushed me back down on the bed and watched me spread the wet substance around my opening. He growled as he saw my two lubed fingers enter my already well fucked hole. He placed his hands on either side of my body as he leaned down for a kiss. His thick tongue entered my eager mouth to battle with my own for space. I brought my hands up to his shoulders to pull him in for a deeper kiss. His upper body fell onto my own crushing our naked flesh against each other. As he fell forward his hips lay atop my own and his legs pushed mine further apart. I felt his thick cock brush against my taint sending more shivers through my already enflamed body. I raised my legs to tightly grip his hips holding him in place.
As he claimed my mouth as his own personal property, his cock hungry for my warm tunnel, moved around finally finding my warm entry. He held it just outside, rubbing his own personal lube around the puckered opening. Satisfied that I was properly moistened he nudged the angry head in just an inch at a time. I moaned into the kiss as I felt my grip let go and welcome him. Feeling me open his pushed inch by inch into the warm tunnel. I felt each throbbing inch open me. It was something more than the earlier sex. I felt that he needed to be inside me, to claim me. This he did with an expert knowledge that only a true sex master could use. The grip on his shoulders tightened as he bottomed out. His mouth moved to my neck as he lavished tender kisses and little nips on my shoulders. This drove me into a frenzy, begging for more.
I wanted everything this ebony god could give me. I whispered "More" over and over again into his neck as he began the slow, skilled pumping. He was in no hurry knowing that he'd have the rest of the night wrapped in my warm tunnel. My own passion grew with the realization that this man desired my body like no other before him. It was not just the need to get off but something on a much higher level. He needed to know that he owned this body. He needed to mark me so that all other men,all other cocks might know that this hole was his. The slow pumping drove me wild with lust. I needed his seed! I needed to feel his babies flooding into my body. I wanted him to own me, to know that he could use my body whenever he wanted. I pushed up each time he sank into me. My moans and kisses on his neck became fevered expressions of my need to be his.
His thrusts increased in speed rubbing my stiff cock against the crinkly hairs of his treasure trail. Each time sending thrills of lust throughout my body. He raised up on his hands to look into my eyes as he pumped. My need was quite evident to him as he smiled and muttered "Enjoying?" I only could nod my head in the affirmative as words to express my feelings failed me. There were no words to let anyone know the depth of my desire to please him. He satisfied something inside me that I didn't even know I needed. His first burst of his love juices into my body came suddenly without warning, just a deep push and holding still. I felt the throb of the hard cock and a sudden flooding of his nector. He held still as wave after wave flooded me insides claiming me. If I'd been a woman I'm sure that I'd be carrying his babies by now. He fell onto my chest mumbling how good I was. He used the "L" word to describe the feeling of his tool inside of me. My own feelings were close to that at the time.
It took only a few minutes and a shared joint for each of us to rekindle our passion. We both were hard and ready for another go at it. This time was more casual, slower, with a great deal of tenderness. My black god treated me as the love sacrifice he'd long sought. His balls seemed to have fully recharged after the initial session. "One more time" became our slogan for the night. I was refilled over and over again by his love making. He couldn't seem to get enough of my body. And I was more than glad to let him try. The morning sun filtered through the drawn curtains when we woke. The room had the sweet smell of sexual satisfaction. I stirred first letting me admire his well toned body. The thick black tool of my satisfaction lay across his hip exhausted now. The plump balls stood out in contrast to the white sheets under them. I knew that they had refilled in anticipation of more fun. I leaned in to kiss his neck. He stirred, opened his eyes and smiled up at me. He leaned over to kiss my shoulder before jumping up to empty his bladder. Finishing in the bathroom he paraded out naked as a new born but with the man's cock swaying from side to side. As he approached the bed, the swaying cock stiffened to full mast. I guess the sight of me laying there naked inspired him.
He got to the bed and stood for few moments for me to admire that tool that had brought me so much pleasure. I hungered for more. He jumped to the center of the bed and sat cross legged with his powerful tool pointing to the ceiling. Raising his hand he beckoned me to move closer. I didn't think about it but moved to him. I sat on his lap knowing that his hard weapon was under me. I wiggled until I felt the spongy head resting at my opening. He felt it too and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a long and slow kiss. His hips moved under me and he gentle pushed up. I felt that spongy head strain to find its home inside me. Feeling him enter me I sat back impaling myself on his full length. The feeling of being filled again brought out a deep gutteral moan from somewhere in my body. My mind was blazing just as I began to move up and down on his pole. I imagined a rodeo rider tied to the back of his bull for the ride of his life. As I rode he began a gentle pumping. This caused my stiff cock to bounce on his stomach. Each push upward massaged my sweet spot pushing me closer to my orgasm. I gave up all control of my body to him not wanting the pleasure to ever end. He lay there watching me take my pleasure using his body as my own personal fuck toy. I felt his muscles tighten and looked down to see his eyes glaze over. Seconds later he tensed and pulled me down on his cock. My interior muscles grabbed onto that instrument of my joy as he pumped his love into me.
We slept a tangled mass of limbs for another hour. I woke with the cock still hard and buried in my body. I looked over at the clock to see that it was almost ten. I moved away, letting his cock slide out. He woke slowly and saw the time. Both of us were hungry after out night of passion. We quickly showered and decided on where to go for a late breakfast. He knew the town much better than I. We drove in his car to a small country diner further away from the resort. Over our food we discussed our individual lives. He was ex-military. The job market was difficult when he got out and he felt lucky to find any job. The security job suited his class schedule at the local community college. I explained my own situation and my recent divorce due to my finally coming out of the closet. My teaching job afforded me an opportunity to explore my new found sexuality. It also gave me a degree of job mobility since my state teaching license allowed me to seek employment every where in the state. He told me of his gay experiences in the military and his own final decision not to hide his sexuality. So far his experiences had been limited to due the nature of the small town. He also admitted that early on he'd decided not to sleep around. In an age of STDs it would be too risky to bed too many guys. He shyly told me that he could count on one hand the number of men he'd bedded. I could relate to that myself. I confessed that my own experience, while greater than his, was also limited. My reason was romantic rather than any other. I wanted a long term commitment not a lot of one night stands. Most gay men I'd met were into one or two dates then on to the next pretty face. I seldom got to have more than three dates with any one man. I'd had more sex on the first night of my vacation than I'd had in the past year.
After our meal, Wilbur- his name but he preferred just Wil- took me around to the less touristy places in the area. We hiked to a secluded waterfall and pond on the mountain. It was so peaceful there with him. We lay on the soft grass in silence just taking in the beauty. Wil reached over, laying his hand on mine. I turned my palm up to hold his hand. I think we both felt a spark. But neither one wanted to admit it
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