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When I opened the door to the motel room it smelled of mold and disuse. I made a beeline for the AC, hoping the familiar smell would filter out the mustiness of the tired room. My companion, Jerry, flung his backpack onto the bed nearest the bathroom and sighed. I pushed the buttons and the unit came to life, offering the hope at least that the night would get better.
We'd been trapped at the airport for hours. Jerry longer than I, since his plane had been cancelled first. We'd started up a conversation out of sheer boredom and stuck together through the cattle-herding process as they tried to get an increasing number of people on available flights out. Jerry was headed for Newark, I was heading for Rhode Island, and both airports were socked in. Around eleven, it became evident that no flights would be heading into those airports overnight, so the airline graciously offered to pay for a room for the night. Unfortunately, due to their short staff, we had to find our own lodging. I found a room in a motel by the airport, and Jerry suggested we share the room and split the voucher for dinner and drinks.
We looked at each other across the room and burst out laughing. After a full day sitting at the terminal, this was an appropriate coda.
"Dinner?" I asked.
"Dinner" he said, shaking his head. He was only a year or two younger than my 36 years, but had a boyish face and body. He'd been down to Florida for a quick vacation between jobs as a career consultant, and had a decidedly surfer-boy look about him. I couldn't imagine him in a suit and tie telling other people what jobs to take, but at closer inspection of his very studied casual appearance, he was clearly successful at it. I guessed him to be about six three, only because I'd seem him stretch to his full height at the airport; his usual posture was a terrible slouch that made him look like a slacker. He had light brown eyes, almost hazel, which gave him the look of being someone easy to talk to and smart as a whip. His brown hair had been lightened and streaked by the Florida sun to enhance his beach boy good looks.
We'd spent the day talking about business and life, casually shifting the topic of conversation from one theme to the other. I could see where his success came from, he was amazingly good at getting to the heart of things without appearing to try. More than once during the day I'd wished he'd come to work for me; it was a rare thing to find someone so quietly self-confident. Despite delay after delay, he never appeared angry, only slightly irritated. He'd pick up his cell and call his girlfriend back in Jersey to let her know the latest delay. I imagined his girlfriend to be a hot, sleek law-student-bunny type, as pretty as he was handsome; a woman worthy of the kid's good looks and manner. I tried not to look taken aback when he showed me a picture of her. She was all big-hair and spandex.
A cab dropped us at a little restaurant that the cabbie recommended. Wholesome American food, nothing fancy or pretentious. We ordered to the limits of our appetite, since our budget was substantially enriched by sharing the room. By the time desert rolled around (the best apple pie I've ever had) we were both overfull.
Back at the motel, the AC had taken the smell out of the air, but the room was as warm as it had been when we first arrived. I fiddled with the controls, but it was pretty evident that the unit had seen it's peak long ago. When I turned around, Jerry had stripped to his boxers and was rummaging through his backpack.
"Shit" he said, "I don't have a change of clothes in here."
I chuckled, "Ah, the inexperienced flier."
He shot me a sarcastic look, "Very funny. I usually pack a change of clothes on my carry-on, Mr. Perfect, but I forgot underwear." He gave me a wicked smile and headed for the bathroom. I had to consciously keep my eyes level and not leer at his now almost-naked body. "Call me fussy" he said over his shoulder, "but gotta have clean skivvies." He peeled off his boxers and set to wash them in the tiny sink. My eyes drifted down his back, and locked onto tight, white globes staring at me from across the room. They were absolutely perfect, muscled, smooth and moonbeam white, in sharp contrast to the tanned torso and legs above and below. He turned to hang the boxers on the clothesline in the shower and I saw the nicely curved manhood. He was cut and beefy, but not abnormally so, it suited his athletic body well. Of course it did, I thought, this kid's just about perfect from head to toe, with a personality to match.
He shut the door to use the toilet, and I stripped down to my own boxers. I had a spare set for tomorrow, but nothing to sleep in since I didn't usually share a room with anyone. Out of deference, I'd keep the boxers on tonight. He emerged from the bathroom unabashedly nude. His bearing spoke of absolute comfort with his body, but that slacker slouch diminished his beauty. He pulled the covers back and slid into the bed, pulling the sheet back over himself. I went into the bathroom, partly to empty my bladder and partly to hide my growing woody.
When I emerged, I'd gotten a bit more control of myself. Jerry had turned on the TV and was casually surfing through the channels. I peeled back my own covers, but I couldn't bear the sheet over me, it was just too damned hot. Jerry may have the lean long body, but mine was much furrier and bulkier. Years of working out had avoided the usual mid-drift bulge, but at 220 pounds, I wasn't going to be mistaken for a surfer boy anytime soon. I was a polar bear when it came to temperature, the colder the better. I stretched out on top of the sheets and doubled up on the pillows. The combination of warm air, noise, and a full stomach made me drowsy very quickly. At some point, I dozed off, feeling that weightless feeling overtake me. I wasn't fully asleep yet, but I lost my sense of place and time. I could feel a raging hardon, and did what I always did, to run my hand down the shaft. As I felt the pleasant feeling of my cock against my hand, I rolled over and somewhere in the back of my mind a alarm went off: I wasn't alone.
My eyes snapped open. Fortunately I'd rolled away from Jerry, but the TV was on, the dim flicker illuminating the room. My boner was unleashed through the fly of my boxers, and there was no doubt that if Jerry was awake, he'd seen it in it's full glory, and my happy handshake. I lay on my side, facing away from him, hoping he'd dozed off too.
The TV went quiet for a moment as a commercial ended and I heard the unmistakable sound of meat being stroked. The soft, wet, slup-slup of pleasure now invaded my senses, even when the TV's sound returned to an insipid science program. Jerry was jacking off that beautiful meat just five feed from me. I listened intently, focused completely on the sound of his masturbation. The TV clicked off unexpectedly, plunging the room into total darkness. I rolled over to the other side quickly, hoping his eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the darkness and he wouldn't see my own eyes open.
In the dim light of the bathroom switch nightlight, I saw the outline of his body, stretched out taunt on the bed, the sheets pushed down to mid-thigh. His legs were slightly opened and he was gently stroking his cock with his left hand, while to my utmost surprise, his right hand seemed to be massaging his hole. My cock hadn't come down from the erection that awoke me, and with my little nap done, I was wide awake, enjoying the show. I reached down casually, placing only my fingertips on my throbbing cock, gently and silently massaging it.
Jerry squirmed at his own attentions, his breathing coming in little bursts. I could tell by the way he was arching his back he was close. I tightened my own grip and matched his strokes. The kid was amazing to watch in silhouette. The light from the hall seeped in under the door, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, his outline became clearer. I could see the taunt ripples of his belly as he arched gently upwards, and that almost luminescent glow of his ass. His graceful, muscular torso rose off the bed as his cock erupted. A little gasp escaped his mouth as he drew in air he'd been holding. A few more strokes emptied that magnificent tool completely. I couldn't see the results of his little diversion, but from the way his hands moved, it had been a decent emission.
He lay still, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hands flat on his taunt stomach. I stopped stroking, aware of the fact that his attention could now swing over to me at any moment. The air conditioner fan blasted away in the corner, covering the soft rustling of my hand as I repositioned it on my thigh and away from my now hidden cock. He rose out of bed in a fluid motion, like a wave breaking silently into the air. He stepped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. I saw the light go on, a brilliant bar at the bottom of the door. The noise of the bathroom fan covered any movement now, so I quickly jumped up and slid under the sheet, despite the heat. I didn't want my fuck stick making another unauthorized escape. He'd probably been fantasizing about the big-hair broad, I didn't need him freaking out and keeping me up all night. I flipped over to my right, leaving my back to the bathroom door and Jerry's bed, then casually tossed my arm over my hip, trying to look as asleep as possible.
The light went off and the bathroom door opened quietly. I waited to hear the rustle of the sheets, but it was hard to hear something so soft over the drone of the air conditioner. Oh well, at least he'd given me jack off material for a week, I sighed. I closed my eyes to visualize that last wonderful moment when his body gave up it's energy, letting my cock throb in almost painful need of release. I was hoping to have one hell of a wet dream tonight.
"Your turn"
My eyes snapped open. Did I drift off to sleep? Did I just imagine his voice? A second later I felt the sheet being pulled gently off my body, and the unmistakable shift in the bed as Jerry slid under the sheets. Before I could think of my next action, I felt his arm reaching over my body and his hot hand slowly searching for my groin. At this point, there were several things I could do: I could leap out of bed, play the offended straight guy and act all freaked out, I could pretend to be asleep, or I could moan happily and let him find my all-to-eager cock. I didn't really consider the first two seriously for more than a millisecond, and as his hand found my shaft, the moan I uttered was genuine.
"I know you were watching" he said, whispering in my ear, "It made it incredible man." He slipped the boxers off me quickly, kicking them off the bed with ease. I had to protest, at least on principle.
"Pretty hard not to watch" I said, my voice unexpectedly husky. The feeling of his hand gently stroking my cock and his body pressing against my back was making my head spin into that unreality where anything's possible, even a hot surfer-boy groping my engorged manhood like it was his own. I didn't dare move, lest this be just an erotic dream. I squirmed at his touch, enjoying the sensation of his heat, his scent, and his eager attack on my shaft. I felt his lips graze my left shoulder, moving down my immobile left arm, still strategically positioned on my hip. I wanted to reach back, to touch him, but I feared spooking him somehow. If he thought I was straight, let him seduce me, let him work hard to seduce me, it was a win-win situation for me.
As his lips moved past my elbow, hovering just above my abs, his forearm pushed down on my hip, turning me gently onto my back. I decided to play the role. "Jerry" I said, again in that husky voice, "I, I don't..." His mouth moving to the head of my cock stopped my sentence, as I had anticipated. He wasn't exactly expert, but he certainly made up for it with enthusiasm. I'm about seven and a half inches hard, and thick from top to bottom. His tongue flicked over my cock head, teasing the crown and eliciting more happy sounds from deep in my chest. He devoured my cock, forcing a gasp out of me as he unexpectedly deep throated my thick meat. Not many guys could take the girth, at least not without warming up first. My right hand inadvertently slid to his head, caressing his hair and urging him on.
He repositioned himself, moving down the bed and kicking the covers completely off. His mouth wandered up and down my shaft in erotic, erratic patterns that left me in gasping. Just when I thought he'd hit a stride, he'd change it, bringing more sensations to bear. His hand massaged the shaft, his thumb finding the spot behind my balls that made me groan and moan. He was clearly enjoying his control over my experience, chucking as he carefully polished my now leaking head. My hips moved up and down almost involuntarily, trying to get into his hot mouth deeper. He adjusted his position again, moving his body between my legs and parting my knees. I'd had enough of the `straight guy seduction' routine, I wanted this boy's ass, and I wanted it now.
I twisted around on the bed, my cock in his mouth as the fulcrum. With one hand I pushed his head down on my cock, with the other I reached for my goal: His own straining cock. I grabbed it in squeezed it firmly. It was time he learned that he'd awakened a man who knew what he wanted, not a confused conquest. I leaned into his crotch and slurped up his wet cock. He'd cleaned it in the bathroom and tasted of cool water and soap, mixed with the unmistakable taste of a man aroused. I took control of his cock, sucking it hard and deep while exploring his balls with my fingers. He turned sideways and opened his legs wide, granting me the access I wanted. I moved my mouth down over his balls, taking each one into my mouth and warming them up, pulling back until his sac was taunt. His moans carried down my own shaft, urging me on to more aggressive desire.
My fingers probed his crack, sliding down past his aching balls and down, gently enough to tease, firmly enough to let him know who was really seducing who. He worked my cock furiously, knowing now that it was going to be inside him soon. His eager mouth now attacked my cock with new desire, to make it hard, wet, and ready to impale him. His ass twitched and spasmed at every touch. I let his balls slip slowly out of my mouth at the end of their tether, and his released my cock long enough to moan loudly. He threw his head back and lay across my leg spread eagle. His hand started for his cock, but I stopped it with my own. "No" I said firmly, and he withdrew it. I had him, and I knew it.
I stopped long enough to reposition him on the bed, I liked an orderly workspace, and hanging off the edge of a cheap bed was neither comfortable or conducive for what I had in mind. He quickly situated himself properly, tucking pillows under his head, pointedly leaving the other one free. Silly boy, I thought, you've never been drilled by a real man. In a quick motion I grabbed his legs and thrust them upward. He got the hint and grabbed the back of his knees, giving me access to his entry. I paused to handle those perfect glutes, to take their feel in my hand. Rock hard steel encased in warm velvet, yielding and resisting under my fingers. My palms enjoyed the heat of his skin as they cupped and fondled his magnificent ass. My fist encircled his rigid cock, and I moved my tongue slowly, steadily down his balls, then behind them, teasing them with the touch of my teeth, danger combined with desire. I ran my lips over those globes, exhaling softly on their milky face. This was an ass to conquer, not just use.
His legs were shaking a little, just what I wanted. We had started with him attempting to introduce me to his talents, and now I was taking him into uncharted territory. My tongue met his pucker and it contracted quickly. I released his cock, needing both hands to part those magnificent globes. My lips gently touched the tender spot, then I pushed on them, simultaneously sucking in his tight man cunt. This was new to him, as his legs now convulsed, shaking his whole body. I wanted to smile, but I had other things to do. I pointed my tongue into a moist spear, running it over the little volcano I had created of his ass. When I felt the twitching subside, I plunged the tip of my tongue into this boy, and was rewarded not with a gasp, but with a manly cry, starting from the center of his body and erupting out of his mouth, involuntarily. It was a cry of surrender. If had had merely been hoping I would breed him, now it became a necessity for him. With that cry he went from wanting my cock to needing it, like breath itself.
His ass bucked and moved at my whim. My hands wandered north, finding his erect nipple and clamping on. A grunt told me all I needed to know about his tolerance level. I synchronized my tongue fucking with my fingers, teaching him to take the pain with the pleasure. He was a fast learner, since his hand flew to his other nipple to inflict the same well positioned pinch as mine. I let his free leg drop to the bed and straddled it, deliberately resting my balls on his leg, letting my cock drip on his calf. I wanted him to feel it, to feel it's weight and heft, knowing what was in store for his tight ass. In the growing heat of the room, my balls swung ponderously, grazing his leg at every movement. Another hint of what was to come.
He didn't speak, but communicated with his body adeptly. His leg moved to accept my cock, to try and stimulate it, to drive it closer to where he needed it now. I continued my slow exploration of his ass, introducing the tip of my finger into the mix and letting his cock flop wildly with every thrust of his hips. I was learning his topography, the angles of his body, his movements. When I chose to enter him, it would be a decisive entry of a man entitled; I did not want to miss. Each time he contracted his ass against my finger, I gave him a gentle kiss just under his sac, a tickle of the tongue. He was learning now, learning how I wanted him to respond, learning his cue. There were no words here, there was no light to aid in his education, only touch and the heat. I wanted his mind to release the perceptions of light and sound, and focus only on touch, the climax of all the other senses.
In a fluid motion I brought my hand down his torso. I wished I could see his face, but I would have to settle for the memory of it now, using his dark outline against the white sheets as my guide. I ran my hand down his leg, taking his ankle, while at the same time sliding my body upwards. I could feel his body tensing, anticipating what was to come. His left leg was now on my chest, held there by my right hand, pulling him bodily upwards, off the bed. His left leg lay draped on the bed, feeling my cock sliding upwards, past his thigh. My left hand slid up to his waist, helping to raise him up. His body moved at my slightest touch, obeying his own burning desire. I brought my cock upwards, following the map I had so carefully laid out, until the wet tip came to rest on the pulsing center of his attention.
I held it there for one breath, then pushed, leaning back at the same time and taking his leg with me. I felt the resistance, then the gentle surrender as I entered him. This was the moment he wanted; what would follow was the encore. This one moment when my body entered his, this was sex. His sweet ass immediately tightened as the crown passed into him, involuntary at first, then the learned squeeze of his desire, but I didn't push further. I wanted him even more focused. I took his hand with my left and guided it down, holding him by his wrist. I could almost feel the question through his skin. I led him down to my cock and his ass, the point of absolute connection. He understood, his fingers now gently touching my shaft and his entry. There in the darkness, I wanted his senses focused there, on the place where I would take my pleasure, and he would give it. His fingertips ran down the length of my shaft, then back to the point of penetration. I was telling him to feel it, not just with his sphincter, but with his hands, the reality of our connection. The movement of his fingertips told me he understood. When his fingers passed to his parted ass lips, I plunged deeper, rewarded with the arch of his back and a low, animal moan.
I drove to the root in a slow, deliberate, thrust. I felt his ass spasm as my fat cock filled him. I pulled out an inch or two to reseat my tool, then back in. Another animal grunt from him told me I'd hit my target. I eased my pull on his leg, letting his weight push him on me deeper. I roamed up his body with my hand to find those magnificent erect nipples that begged for attention. I pulled out just as I found my mark, and drove back in again, establishing a rocking rhythm that enabled me to bottom out with each down stroke. Jerry was whimpering now, each stroke a taste of the next, each deep penetration another electric charge of sexual energy. I moved his leg and drove into him with changing angles, hitting that magic spot more often than not, sending him into arching contractions from his head to his toes. I slowed down, it was time for him to please me with his body.
I pulled halfway out, and reached down to tickle the space between his balls and my engorged cock. He got the message and squeezed hard, making my eyes roll back. I pushed in another inch and teased him again. Another mighty squeeze. I bottomed out and began to fuck him furiously, hard pounding thrusts augmented by his now well-timed massages on the in stroke. I wanted to let go, to take my orgasm, but I wasn't done with him.
I pulled both his legs up, folded him up, his ass now open and exposed to my persistent invasion. I drilled into him, feeling his ass responding to my entry, grinding my hips into him, willing myself deeper. My balls swung wildly into him, slapping his ass high up. His whimpering was now a wail, punctuated by the staccato of my thrusts pushing his chest. I felt my balls getting ready to unload, and I timed my thrusts. At the first pre-eruption, I pulled out of him quickly and audibly. Two strokes and I blew onto his balls and the base of his cock. Streams of cum erupted violently, drenching his groin. He started to lower his legs, but I grabbed him and pushed back. My still-rigid cock wasn't done with this boy's ass. I rolled him up again, sliding my cum-dripping cock back into his hot man-pussy. I drove it to the base, then grabbed his cock and started stroking him, long slow strokes using my cum as lube for him. He bucked, seating my cock deeper, riding me, his cock ready to burst.
It only took a few strokes and he tensed up and began to cum. His ass tightened around my cock and milked every last drop from me. He made shrill sounds from his throat with a guttural grunting from deep in his chest. I felt wave after wave of his orgasm transmitted through my turgid cock, enjoying the soft massage he was now giving me completely involuntarily. When he finished, I allowed myself to slide out of him slowly, letting him control my exit. I lowered his legs and stretched out on top of him, my mouth finding his. A slow, lingering kiss of thanks. His hands came up and stroked my chest, drawing circles in my chest hair, drawing maps of his own. In the stifling heat, my mind drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to the sensation of cold on my chest; the absence of something roused my conscious mind awake. A brilliant beam of light stabbed through the curtains that didn't quite manage to close off the window; it was morning. The air conditioner droned on, the room a little cooler now than last night, but a blast furnace would have been cooler. The memory of the past night brought a smile to my face, the feel of his arms around me, of mine around him, of our bodies sleeping entwined. I rolled over to see his beautiful ass entering the bathroom, and for the first time my attention drifted from those orbs. The slouch was gone. The man entering the bathroom walked proudly, his full height finally achieved, his movement a statement of purpose. A Greek god had replaced the slacker. The sound of the shower brought a sparkle to my eye, and a stirring somewhere south...
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