Family Reunion
My Mother harassed me to distraction to attend the big family reunion last month in Omaha. It has become an annual event for the Anderson clan to gather in Omaha for one huge picnic that lasts for two days over a weekend. The only prerequisite for attendance is that you can show some proof that you have a few drops of Anderson blood in your veins, which I suppose is supposed to make you special. The Grand Dad, so many greats back, was on the Mayflower, or was it the Titanic. I don't remember which, or care much either. Family hasn't meant much to me as a gay man.
Leaving San Diego, for Omaha, was no picnic. I knew the weather in Nebraska was going to be muggy and stifling. I packed as few clothes as possible, determined to remain in my cutoffs and tee shirts for the entire weekend.
When the door on the plane was cracked open, the rush of steamy air actually caused a gust of fog for a second or two until the heat of Omaha won out. My folks live in a small one bedroom condo, now that I've flown the coop, and didn't have room for me to stay with them. My mother had reserved a motel room for me a few blocks from the park where the reunion was to be held. The place was booked solid, and there were still people trying to get rooms when I got there in my cab. My parents couldn't pick me up, because they are so intrinsically involved in the reunion activities, they had to be on site to insure everything was on track.
"No more room," the woman behind the counter muttered when I finally got to the check in desk. "Didn't you hear me telling everybody else in line?"
"I'm supposed to have a reservation. Anderson's the name." She glared at me, but picked up a stack of reservation cards.
"These are all Andersons, you have a first and middle?" I told her, and cooled my heels while she shuffled the cards. "Ah, here you are, but it shows you have already checked in."
"Can't be, I just got off the plane. Unless my folks paid in advance to hold the room."
"Could be, I just came on duty a few minutes ago."
"Well, may I have my room key then?" She asked for some ID, and then lifted a key off a hook behind her, and handed it to me.
"Your folks must have the other key, there's usually two on the hook." I took the key, with an inward shudder at the loss of my privacy. That would be just like my mother, to want a key to pop in on me at inopportune moments.
I picked up my bag, and headed for the stairs to the second floor of the motel. When I got to the room, I was glad to see my mother had had the foresight to turn on the window mounted air conditioning. I was already melting from the muggy heat.
I knew something was wrong the minute I stepped into the room. There was one king sized bed, and it was strewn with a black leather carry on bag, and its contents. The shower was going full blast, and the radio/TV was tuned to the local classical radio station. I examined the clothes on the bed, and found them not unlike what I carried in my own black leather carry on.
I sat down on the foot of the bed, with my bag between my feet, and waited for who ever was in the shower to come out. When the water stopped, I glanced up and into the mirror in the bathroom, and saw a very masculine, tanned, and muscle toned arm reaching out for a towel. He groped for a few seconds, couldn't find the towel, and then stepped out of the stall rubbing his eyes. He was magnificent, a perfect specimen of manhood superbly toned in every detail. His body hair, still matted with water, was dark on his massive triangular torso, and the whole upper body tapered to a finely chiseled waist and hips, that boxed a beautiful set of balls and a handsome piece of flesh dangling a strong seven inches in its flaccid state. I let out a low whistle. He grabbed the towel, and covered himself immediately.
"Who the hell are you," he demanded. His voice was a deep baritone, which sent a thrill through my body.
"I'm your free blowjob. Comes with the room." I smiled, trying to show I was friendly. "You're _ _ Anderson, right?" He nodded, slightly stumped, as he examined me.
"Well, that's me too." I stood up, and offered my hand.
"What do you mean?" He shook mine tentatively, gripping my hand in a vice.
"I think the desk clerk has gotten us confused. Maybe it was meant to be. We both have the same name, probably distant cousins."
"You're here for the reunion?" He must have decided I wasn't a threat, because he started drying his head with the towel he'd been hiding behind. I got another long look at his lovely set of toys.
"Yeah. My folks help organize the thing every year. They reserved this room for me the way I understand it. What I don't understand is why the clerk put you in it as well?" He lowered the towel, and grinned at me.
"That explains something. When I got here for a room, I told the clerk my name, and she found it on a reservation card. I hadn't made a reservation, figuring it would be easy to get a room when I got here. I saw he was turning everybody away in front of me, so when he came up with the room, I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I figured who ever showed up would be told to get lost."
"Yeah, well, there's maybe one or two too many people with the last name of Anderson in town this weekend. I don't think she could keep Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum straight." He laughed, and finished drying himself. He threw the towel into the corner of the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom without a bit of modesty showing.
"So, were you serious?" He turned to face me, and presented me his dick and balls a foot from my face. I leaned back on the bed, and looked up at him.
"Of course." I reached out and caressed his ball sack, and he spread his legs apart a little for me. I tugged him closer, and licked the top length of his already responding shaft. I used my free left hand to lift his hardening meat sausage out of the way, and brought my mouth to his ball sack. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and went up on tip toe, when I sucked one of his hen's eggs into my mouth and gave it a tongue bath. I switched to the other one, and then managed to pull them both in at the same time. He bounced on his toes, and brought his hands to the top of my head, gripping my hair tightly.
I laved his nuts for a few minutes, savoring the feel of them rolling over my tongue in their silken bag of skin. He was rigid with pleasure when I let them pop one at a time out of my mouth. My tongue spread the joy up the underside of his nine inch beercan of a cock, and licked the underside of his flaring rosy glans. He shivered, and bounced on his toes again.
"Suck it man. I haven't gotten off in a week." He took hold of himself, and pried the stiff tool down at an angle, so I could swallow him. As he slipped the head past my lips, he grunted, and shoved the monster all the way into my throat. I struggled to adjust, and found myself gagging on the flesh probe tickling my tonsils. He pulled back and let me suck air for a second before returning to the depths of my throat. He began a fierce, deep thrusting, throat fuck and all I had to do was keep up the vacuum pressure on his slick tool. A pleasure I enjoyed immensely.
He had me hot and horny in no time, and I recalled I hadn't had much action in the past week either. I forced him to let go of the vicegrip he had on my head, and stood up, both of us were breathing hard. I started to strip, my own boner catching his attention when it bounced into the light.
"Nice dick," he licked his lips, and I knew this was going to be more than a one sided blowjob. I opened my Carry on bag, and fished around for lube and the box of rubbers I'd thought to pack. You never know what emergency you might encounter when you're traveling. He was grinning at me broadly when I turned my attention back to him.
I looked up at his eyes, and caught a gleam in them that said yes. I stripped a condom out of its foil, and skinned it down his pole. I marveled at the circumference of his fuck tool, and squeezed it tight in my fist, trying to get my fingers to reach completely around the rigid mass of tumescent flesh. They barely touched.
I greased my hole generously with my lube, and slicked his rod with the remainder. He pushed me back onto the bed, and raised my legs to his shoulders. His cock was at too high an angle to enter me, so he forced it down with his right hand, and brought the head to my entrance. He probed me a few times, letting my sphincter relax a little. About the fourth probe, the head of his dick popped through, and I could feel the flair of his Greek helmet caught behind my ass ring.
"Oh man," he moaned. "You've got one tight asshole." He pushed in slowly, and I felt myself filling up with cock. What glorious sensations he was giving me.
About half way in, he reversed his direction and pulled out to the flaring head again. With a sudden thrust, he shoved himself all the way to the bottom. It was my turn to moan with pleasure.
"Oh fuck it baby. Pound my asshole!" He did as he was told, and was soon stroking my ass walls and prostate like a machine. God what I wouldn't give to have this guy around all the time. He was throwing me the best fuck I'd had in years.
He pounded me for several minutes hard, before his breathing started to get ragged. I tried to get him to slow down to prolong the fuck, but he'd already gone too far. When he reached down and gripped my own rigid flesh in his fist, it only took a few strokes on my dick and into my ass to pull my own geyser of sperm into the air. I gushed and gushed again, and again. My assring clamped down hard on his fuckshaft, and he bounced up onto his toes, and plowed me like gangbusters, grunting and groaning his load into the rubber his dick was encased in.
When it was over, we lay side by side on the bed, and played with each other's nipples for a while. He grew stiff again, and wanted to repeat the scene. I felt like I'd stumbled into a place clearly resembling heaven, and soon had him suited up, with me on all fours ready for a back door ride.
We stopped for an hour to eat a delivered pizza, and then went back to what interested us most. It wasn't until late that night, we got around to an exhausted talk about each other. It turns out we are distant cousins, and the good news is, he lives in Oceanside. Funny we've never met before, I love going to Oceanside.
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