I was in the city, on a business trip. I'd taken a few extra days off to play before Jack was going to join me on Friday. I checked out of the hotel the bank had me staying in and checked into the Orion. Most cities have them; Orlando has Parliament House, San Francisco has Beck's. It was still too early for much action so I walked around until I found a small diner that looked good.
The place was almost empty. I ordered a club sandwich with coleslaw. Reading the paper, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Same stocky build as Jack, wearing a white dress shirt with tie loosened and black slacks. My meal arrived; I ate as I continued to read but also continued to check him out. Slouched in the booth with his newspaper half on the table and half in his lap. After a few minutes, our eyes met as I drank my coffee. Sparkling turquoise eyes.
"Join me?" He asked with a smile.
We introduced ourselves and talked; work, the city. Throughout the conversation there was a continuous soft rustle of the newspaper.
I finally had to ask, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Jacking off." He replied quietly with a wicked smirk. "Look under the table.
I didn't know what to say, or do, so I did as he asked. His slacks were unzipped with 7 hard inches of man-meat sticking out. He stroked it in his fingers, the middle of the thick shaft curved slightly up. I sat back up.
"And you do this often?"
`Yep," He responded. "Every fucking chance I get. Love to get my rocks off. Don't you?"
I was about to admit I had a hard-on but the waiter appeared at our table with more coffee. He was refilling mine when he said, "Put it away Marc. How many times do I have to tell you, not here. Take it somewhere else."
"Jimmy, y'all just take the fun out of life." Marc said to him with a pronounced drawl. "Let's go." He threw some bills on the table, I followed him outside.
He stopped in a recessed doorway halfway down the block. Turning away from the street, he handed me his jacket. As he lit his cigarette I could see that he hadn't zipped himself up when we left. He must have been playing with his dick the entire time, it was rock-hard. I reached for him, felt the heated flesh. "Nice." He whispered as I stroked. He pulled me closer, unzipped my slacks and palmed my raging erection.
We stood tucked in the doorway, oblivious to the world around us. He'd slipped his cock through my open pants, the long hot pole snaked continuously up and down under my jockstrap. His hot juice dripped wetly and coated my already overheated dick. I reached between his legs; the damp hair lining his crack tickled my fingers. I found his hole; clammy, moist, open and waiting. My finger slipped easily in, the ring tightened slightly.
"Play with my butt-hole." Marc cooed hotly in my ear. His thick flesh-hammer beat a continuous rhythm against mine. He squirmed when I slide another finger up his tight crevice.
"Feels like somebody needs a hot fuck." I whispered in his ear.
"Oh yeah." His rock-hard stick beat thumped wildly. Pushing himself closer I crushed my rigid meat into his belly. "Want to feel your fat cock slide all the way up my ass."
I broke from his embrace and zipped up. "C'mon, let's go back to my room." My fingers played up and down the length of his dripping stalk before he tucked himself back into his slacks.
The last rays of sunlight slowly faded as we walked the short few blocks to the motel. I stopped toward the end of the darkened underpass, before we walked into the muted light of the center courtyard. He fell into my arms, our tongues wrestled, hands caressed each other. I pulled him to me, crotch to crotch, kneaded the high-mounded cheeks of his ample buttocks.
He broke away first, dropped to his knees. If a flash he had my jock-covered erection bulging out my unzipped pants, his mouth gobbled my nads. His own iron-stiff cock jutted from his slacks. His slobbering mouth felt so good. I wanted more, much more. I pulled him up, and holding his dick as a leash, I pulled him along as I made my way to the stairs.
I could see it was starting to get busy as the dark of night advanced. Three to four guys walked each of the balconies, stopping periodically to peer into an opened window. My room was on the fourth floor but instead of going directly up, I pulled Marc along by his swollen meat, eyes darting into each room.
Most of the action was solo; we stopped to watch a hefty bear as he lay naked on the bed fondle his chunky stalk while alternately playing with an ample pair of hairless goose eggs and pulling his long nipples. All the while he was animatedly talking on his cell phone. We passed several rooms of men in various states of undress all watching those walking by. I was getting increasingly horny and pulled Marc up the last flight of stairs. He paused before a room, drapes partially drawn and resisted my tugging at him to move along. I stepped back and peered through the squeaky-clean glass.
A man sat on the edge of his bed, mid-30's. His hand caressed the well-defined chest sprinkled with short cropped brown fur, played down across the flat belly and disappeared down the front of his startlingly white BVD's that contrasted with the dark tan. I stroked Marc's cock, watched the motion's of the man jacking off. He cupped his hidden balls; the firm span of his horse-meat stretched his underwear. A dark circle of wetness spread at the tip as he milked himself.
I dropped to my knees and swallowed Marc in one gulp. My nose nuzzled the dense patch of his pubes. I could hear a faint grunt from the man on the bed. I glanced in his room, his hand a blur inside his shorts. I grabbed Marc's fuzzy nuts, began to suck him in earnest, fast up and down, his slickened shaft flying in and out my mouth. The man stood, shorts dangled around his knees as he palmed his horny erection. The red-bloated cap, the bruised piss-slit oozed an unending stream of silvery pre-cum. He stepped closer, eyes never leaving mine as I tongued the rounded flange of Marc's prick, slurped at the salty-sweet juice. The man jerked harder, his nuts slowly began their ascent into the warmth of his groin. I wiggled my tongue at him, and then gradually slid down the broad, vibrating vein along the length of Marc's staff.
There was a strangled rumble; a strange mix of a sigh, groan, murmur of pure pleasure. White, syrupy pellets suddenly splattered the windowpane. They flowed thickly, joined to create a pearly streamlet down the glass. Marc pulled me up and away from the scene.
I had barely opened the door of my room when I was roughly shoved onto the bed. He was on top of me; hands rabidly stripped off my clothes, his hot mouth tasting my naked flesh. I ripped off his shirts, fumbled at his waist to unclasp his belt, pushed his slacks and shorts down to feel his exposed ass. The solid mass of his butt-cheeks, covered in curly hair damp with sweat. Abruptly, he sat up and looked around, leapt off the bed to pull open the curtains before he shed the rest of his clothing.
"Have you always been an exhibitionist?" I asked.
Doing it in public really gets me hot." He replied as he pulled off my shoes and socks. "It started a few years ago, I was at the mall with my cousin Jeremy. I was trying on shoes. When the salesman went to get another couple of pairs for me to try on, Jeremy mentioned how obvious the guy was staring into my crotch, trying to catch a look at my dick. I don't know why I did it but I pulled my jockeys aside under my shorts. If anyone looked at me, I sat innocently with my hands in my lap, left hand over my right wrist. What they couldn't see was that my right hand gripped my nuts and my thumb was holding down my hard cock." He slipped off my pants and nuzzled his face in my jockstrap.
He continued talking while inching up my body until he sat with his thighs on either side of my head and dropped his fleshy ball-sac into my mouth. "The salesman came back with the shoes and started to put them on, when he looked up I squeezed. The head of my cock pound against my thigh. I spread my legs and half my shaft popped out. Didn't take long before I blew my load. Shot my cream into the guy's hand. Got a free pair of shoes, too." He sighed loudly when I suckled his nuts in my mouth. "Let's put on a good show, baby, we got company."
I had a brief second to see the two guy's standing outside watching us; one with a hand buried in his boxers, the other rubbing a heftily mounded groin. Then all I could see was the hairy crack of Marc's spread ass move toward my face.
My tongue shot out and connected with the rosy blossom as he sat. He purred loudly while I licked around the tightened bud until he began to open up and I was able to slither half inch into his hole. I felt hands finally release my raging boner. I took the opportunity to slather his sweaty crevice as he bent to swallow my dick. I savored the feel of his hot lips dance across the spongy rim of my cock-knob while I buried my face in the murky cleft and inhaled his spicy musk. I slapped his butt-cheeks each one quick whack. He bucked against my face, forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. In response, I rolled us over and forced my shaft down into his mouth and pumped my cock in and out until he roughly shoved me aside.
"You'll pay for that!" He said, but with a sexy smirk and added, "We have quite an audience."
I looked out, there was four men watching us now. In addition to the first two, there was a young blond in a tight t-shirt, his jeans open as he fondled an uncut 7 inches. Next to him, a man twice his age, chest bared with clamps pinching his elongated nips, the ruddy cap of his pole peaked out the top of his pants. Marc slid the window open a few inches and dropped to the floor.
"Feed me your cock." He said loud enough for the spectators to hear.
I stood over him holding my shaft at the base and waved it in his face. "Tell me what a dick-hungry cock-sucker you are. Tell me how much you want my man-meat down your throat."
"Please?" He begged. "Let me suck your cum-hose. I want to feel your hard flesh, taste your hot man-cream."
I glanced to the window; the guy in the boxer's had his rigid dick pulled out of the fly by the man standing next to him. The mushroomed cap soaked in pre-jizz. I looked down at Marc's expectant face.
"You want my cum?" I asked loudly. I stripped off my jock and shoved it in his mouth. "Here's a taste, its a little stale." He chewed on the jock while I slapped his face with my stiffness. Then I pulled the jock out of his mouth and demanded, "Put your tongue out." He did as he was asked. I laid the head of my meat on his tongue and stroked. Beads of translucent cock-sap oozed thickly. I stood back. "Taste." Was all I said.
As he savored my juice, I glanced out the window. Each man stood with hand wrapped around the next man's cock, stroking slowly as they watched. A sudden shock of electricity blast from my groin, spread through my body; up to my head, to the tips of each finger, each toe. In seconds the jolt reverberated back to center in my balls, they burned.
I stepped forward, looked down at Marc and thrust my dick all the way down his unsuspecting throat. He gagged, tried to force me back but I wouldn't let him. He coughed, sputtered until I relented and pulled out. Just as he caught his breath I dove in again, but this time he was prepared and swallowed me with ease.
"Take it, baby, suck that big dick." I fucked his face savagely. "Get it nice and slick cause I got a hot load spunk boiling in my nuts that I'm gonna shoot up that sweet, ass of yours." I started to get into the scene as much as he was. "Look at that cock of yours, thinking about my fat horse-meat sliding up your hole's making you rock-hard. Bet you'll shoot your wad with my cock buried up your sweet ass-pussy." Marc looked up at me expectantly when I pulled out. "You want your ass plowed?" I asked him.
He looked out the window before he replied "Yes.". The older man was being sucked off by the blond, the other two had disappeared. A third stood intently watching as I slipped back into my jockstrap. Tall, shaved head with a trim black goatee. Chest muscles bulge under his shirt. An enticing bundle twitched under his tight sweatpants.
I sat on the edge of the bed; Marc straddled my hips facing toward the window and slowly sank down. There was only a slight shiver when my cock-head pierced his anal ring; then he slid down my shaft until I felt the tight band contract rhythmically at the base of my dick. I reached around; his semi- flaccid cock sprung to life in my fingers and was soon firm, pulsating. I stroked him lightly as he adjusted to my girth.
I let him set the pace, gradually lifting until he was almost off then plunged back again. He stared as he fucked himself on my meat, mesmerized by the action on the balcony. The blond was now standing, his partner swallowing his rigid prick, playing with the hairless sack as he sucked. The other man stripped off his shirt; shoulders, arms, chest, belly coated with a pelt of thick, curly golden-red hair. Half-inch nipples stood proudly from the slabs of his chiseled pecs.
"Fuck me." Marc yelled as he bounced, pushing his hard cock between my fingers. "Make me cum."
I lay on the bed to allow him to ride me, bronco style. I don't know how he did it but he managed to turn himself around, my cock never losing contact with his ass. After a few more minutes of frantic fucking, he maneuvered us around so he could watch out the window. Another young man had joined the blond and they alternately stabbed their glistening dicks into the willing mouth. I palmed Marc's straining meat as the blond slipped into the final throes. His mouth open in a silent scream as his orgasm neared. He stroked himself off; the first arcing splash of cream covered the man's face where a long, wet rope of jizzum trailed from his forehead, down his nose and across his cheek. The blond continued to pump, coated his friend's turgid member with cum which soon disappeared down the older man's throat.
"Oh shit!" I moaned when I noticed the other man had dropped his sweats. Huge thighs, legs covered with the same downy fur. The raunchy, tattered jockstrap he wore barely covered the straining monster beneath.
I pulled Marc to me, kissed him deeply while I rolled him over. He lay prone with legs around my waist. I began to fuck; hard, deep and fast. My sweat rained down on him as I pounded. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.
The stud in the jock stood, the door ajar and asked, "Mind if I come in and watch."
Before I could reply, Marc looked him and the eye and told him "Sit on my face!"
He didn't wait to be asked twice. He planted his broad ass down and Marc started eating him out while I fucked his hole. A bearish hand surrounded mine, we both jerked Marc's swollen flesh-pole. I leaned over, wrapped my lips around the pointed nipple and sucked. There was a long sigh as I nibbled the stiff peak.
I glanced out the window; Blondie, his buddy and the other man were gone. There were two athletic looking men in their 30's, shorts bunched under their balls, long stroking their hard-on's as they watched our show.
Marc squirmed, his hands tightly held my thighs pulling me into him. His breathes deepened, I plunged in and out; short-jabbing thrusts. He pushed the man back away from his face. "Close, need to shoot soon." He whispered raggedly. The man sat against the headboard and cradled Marc into his chest. His hands roamed Marc's sweat-covered skin.
"Oh yeah." Marc murmured. The hands were at his tits; playing, pulling, twisting. "Fuck me, make me cum." I slammed my cock into him, his balls slapped wetly against my belly as he brought himself over the edge. "Fucking gonna cum," he screamed repeatedly until I felt the already tight ass-ring clutch my dick. A short burst of custardy fluid erupted from his raw piss-slit, followed by a geyser of rich cream that shot up to his shoulder. He shuddered as I thrust into him again and he pumped another barrage of thick cock-snot onto his belly. I eased my prick out of his ass.
"Saving yourself?" He asked me with a smile. He looked up at the other man. "Thank you. I'm Marc."
"Pleasure was all mine." He said as he bent to kiss Marc's head. "Name's Hank."
"Hate to cum and run, but I've got to get home." Marc replied as he got up and dressed.
We agreed to meet again in a few days, when Jack was in town. As we talked, Hank lay across the bed, idly playing with his crotch while he gazed out. Streaks of fluid dripped down the window; someone shot-off along with Marc. There were two men on the balcony, eyes glued to the bulge length hidden under Hank's jockstrap. He spread his legs for them and one furry nut slipped out. He pulled the hairy orb, which made the swollen log jump. He smiled up at me as the two men disappeared. I crawled between his legs until my own jock covered erection bumped against his.
"Looks like we both got the same problem." He said, hands cupped my bare butt. "What do you think we should do about it?"
I bit his left nip in reply. He groaned, one hand on the back of my head begging for more while he kneaded my ass check in the other hand. A think finger squirreled into my hole, I bit down hard on his nipple which didn't stop him. I felt it sink to the knuckle.
I looked into his face. "You're going to make me cum if you don't stop." I told him.
"Me too, let's get the first one over with so we can have a nice, long second round." He responded and placed his lips on mine.
My cock slipped out the side of the jock as I rubbed against his furry belly, the long sweat-soaked fleece tickled my skin. The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted us.
"Hey, baby." Jack cooed when I answered. "Are you managing to keep yourself occupied?"
"Yeah." I chuckled.
I bet you're putting on a nice show. Anybody watching?" He asked me.
I looked at the three men staring into my room. I described them to Jack: The first, average looking, one hand buried under his opened shirt with the other hand running along the bulging length in his jeans. The second, a stocky young man wearing only black boxer's while his fingers played with the tip of the tented material. The third a beefy black man in an unbelted bathrobe stroked a long blue-black cock.
"And they're watching you jack off?" Jack wanted to know.
"Not exactly." I responded. They watched as Hank slipped his hand under my jock and encircled my dick. "There's a hand on my cock but it's not mine."
There was a moment of silence. "What does he look like?" Jack finally asked.
"Let's see, about 6'2", 210, bald, reddish blond curly hair everywhere, very sexy. And hot." I whispered.
"Is he hung?" Typical Jack, he had to ask.
"Don't know yet. Hasn't taken off his jockstrap but I'd guess 8 and a half inches. Oh shit." I murmured as my cock was swallowed down Hank's hot throat.
"What the hell happened?" Jack sounded concerned.
I held the phone to my waist so he could hear Hank slurp and suck my meat. When he came up for air, he grabbed the phone. "My dick's just over 8 inches and if you get your ass over here you can join the fun." He licked across my tender cock-head as he listened to Jack's response. "Okay, we'll get together over the weekend, I'll still be around. Your boyfriend's a hot number, he a good fuck?"
Hank settled back into the bed talking Jack. I casually stroked my spit shined dick and turned my attention the action outside where the stocky man was going down on a tall bearded guy who was playing with the black man's tits.
I jumped on the bed and buried my face in Hank's groin; licking and sucking the hidden beefy log. His jock was frayed from over-wear, covered with numerous stains. I could smell the sweat, the dried cum as I chewed the ragged material. I snaked my hand underneath, felt the over-heated pole tremble. The fleshy mushroom was drenched. I tried to ignore the one-sided conversation. "No shit, eats ass like a fiend? Really." As Hank spoke, his legs spread with knees bent.
I couldn't resist the invitation. Continuing to pump his stiffness in my fingers, I dove down and buried my nose under his balls. I swirled my tongue around, pushing up against him. He took the hint and lifted his legs back, the butt bud winked. I skimmed across the sensitive skin, my tongue ran laps along his crack; tasted the sweaty fissure. I planted my lips on the wrinkled opening, darted my tongue in and out quickly. He squirmed against me.
"Fuck, eat that ass." I heard him whisper hoarsely, not sure if he was talking to Jack or me.
I poked and prodded the tight cavity relentlessly. Each time stretched him open more. I alternated with the tip of a finger and tongue. By the time I had a finger up to the second knuckle the hand playing with his cock was drenched from the continual stream of pre-cum that oozed from his slit. I left a finger buried inside as I mouthed my way back up to inhale one of his big bull-balls into my mouth. I rolled the hairy orb in around and around.
I finally heard him tell Jack he had to go "cause your boyfriend's got a finger up my ass, nuts in his mouth and dick in his hand. It's time to blow my wad. Yeah, this weekend." With that, he hung up the phone and looked down at me. "You keep chewing my balls and get your hands on my tits. Oh yeah, nice and hard. Feel my hot cum, it's boiling, getting ready to shoot." He pulled out his thick cock-meat, his fingers barely touched as they gripped the broad shaft. He pumped himself as I sucked and pulled on his balls with my mouth.
"Yeah, baby, make me shoot. Fucking gonna cum, make me fucking cum. Oh fuck yeah." His nads shrunk back, I pulled and twisted his tits until he bounced off the bed when his orgasm hit. A volcanic flood of spunk erupted. He pounded his cock; his load sprayed endlessly covering himself in rich, thick cream. I vaguely heard the gasps from outside.
I could feel the tingle start deep inside, behind my nuts. I got on top of him, felt the soaked, fiery log of his spent stalk nestle between my legs. I dipped my cock into the juicy pool of jizz covering his belly and stroked myself furiously.
"Shoot it." He urged, fingers twisting my tits. "Cum all over me, give me your load."
That was all it took. I threw my head back and growled. I exploded, the surge of fluid raced up my shaft, my piss slit blossomed as the first jet jettisoned. My tender nuts sent blast after blast of hot sperm as I came, my cum-cannon discharging its frothy load.
It took a few minutes to come down from the high of my orgasm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fleeing sensations as my body relaxed. Hanks hands continued to roam over my skin, finally pulled me down to him. There was an audible `squish' as I lay against him.
He pulled my face to his. "Very, very nice." He whispered before he kissed me lightly on the cheek.