Mike and Martin by Mike Austin
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V.
One day as I was leaving for work, a realtor was putting up a For Sale sign at 1109, next door. The home had been empty for a few months and was caught up in a nasty divorce, so I was eager to get some facts and relay them to Martin as he'd been looking in my neighborhood for a place to buy. I called him, reported the details and he said he'd jump on it. Martin paused, then asked if I was sure I didn't mind him being a neighbor? I assured him quite to the contrary. Martin and I had by this time shared lots of tricks and did numerous 69 scenes and often shared Jeremy. We'd also become pretty good friends and shared some common interests aside from me and sex. I'd introduced him to a guy from work and they'd connected for about 6 months, then parted ways, but remained friends as well. We'd even had a 3-way once and that was pretty hot. So when I arrived home that same day and found Martin parked in front of 1109, I was excited and intrigued. The realtor soon pulled up and was apologizing for running later, traffic, blah blah blah as they disappeared inside. About an hour later, Martin is knocking on my door and announces he's made an offer and will see what we see. I took him to dinner that night as a pre-celebration. When he left the house at midnight, his balls and mine were well drained......His call came about 1p.m. the next day and his offer was accepted and was set to close in 12 business days. He asked if he could hire me as his architect and I agreed, but stressed a formal document and not word of mouth and handshake. He concurred and asked to treat me to dinner that night, but I had a date with Bubba and had to beg off until the next night. Martin as excited beyond words... That seems so many years ago now. Bubba was his usually horny self and gave me a real workout for his loads. The night afterwards, Martin and I enjoyed a terrific seafood meal on the island, learned the details of the house and reviewed his preliminary thoughts about a remodel. I previewed the basic contract Ts and Cs by which he could engage me and we were all set to begin the program as soon as he closed. That night we had a celebratory fuck and Martin's long dick pounded deep in me until he flooded me with his "new home buyer enthusiasm" cum!!!!!
The closing date seemed to crawl by initially and then suddenly it was The Day. Martin dangled his new house keys at my front door after closing and we shared some wine, before heading over to review his remodeling ideas. I'd been working out of town for most of the time since Martin's fuck night and had only returned home earlier today. My trip to San Diego was filled with sights, business work projects, some tours and rounds of hot sex, including several of the hotel bellmen. The Doubletree Downtown was a great location; had awesome views and sexy as fuck staffers. I took them all in, the views and the men. I'd posted on a few search sites including RECON and got hits from an array of San Diego guys as well as those who would be there on business or travel. My 10 day trip netted 18 guys plus some of those, multiple times. It was a real suck and fuck fest as well as a successful business trip. Manny was the initial bellman who got me settled into my room, 1002. He was about 5'10" muscular though not overly pumped, Latin and his slacks seemed to cutch his crotch just right. He quickly caught my cruise and that broad smile, wink and offer to help me get settled in and welcome me to San Diego set the tone. I gave him a big tip and he offered to check back in with me after his shift ended to see if I needed anything? Manny was true to his word and returned about 4pm, as I was drying off from a post-swim shower and answered the door wrapped in a towel. Manny took advantage of the towel and as soon as he stepped in the room, dropped the towel and to his knees, swallowed my dick and sucked me off royally. I came so hard after the flight, the sights, the swim and the blowjob that my knees almost buckled. Not to be rude, I returned the head to my new bud Manny, who was out of his slacks and underwear in no time. He fell back across the bed, and I sucked his fat 7" uncut beauty to the base. After working that Latin dickmeat for about a ½ hour, Manny flooded my throat with rich thick cum. We both fell apart panting, grabbed another shower then he took me to a nearby Mexican place for supper. There, Manny introduced me to his cousin Ramon; who joined both of us back at my room after getting off work. Ramon was a few years older than Manny; better built and hung longer, easily 8" though no thicker and fucked like a stallion as Manny fed me. What a WelCUM to San Diego.... Work progressed well during the ensuing days.
Manny and Ramon as well as two guys from RECON were some of the repeat tricks. Chuck from RECON, was a vacationer from Wyoming and was in town for fresh meat as he put it. He was a serious spanker and had me cuffed and bent over from our first session. We'd been talking by phone, messaging via RECON and emailing for about a month prior to the trip. He was 6'4", 250#s, swung a 9"x6" veiny dick; loved being in control and did I mention IS A SPANKER!!!!! At one point he had me on all 4s, wailed on my ass with his belt and had me begging for more; then face fucked me and shot off down my throat. He had me thank him by standing, bent over grabbing my ankles and he wailed my ass more until he was ramped back and ready to screw my lights out. He delivered all I needed for sure and from the 4 times we connected on my trip, I must have met his need as well. Ted was another RECON topguy. While we connected three times and he skullfucked me each time, Ted introduced me to a buddy of his there in San Diego, John. John was an attorney with a boytoy partner, Christopher. John's scene was having Christopher and another sub, service him and beg to be used. Submissive Christopher was 22, half John's age, a smoothly muscled blonde with a huge 9+" dick that NEVER was allowed to get hard. He and I begged John for dick and cum as the older ALPHA degraded us both, which made both of us even more eager for John's dick and cumload. One session, John and Ted used Christopher and me in a group scene that was hot as fuck. Both topmen came multiple times while we subs were denied.
While there, I hit The Eagle, Pec's Bar, the SRO and Loft; but the principal sources of sex were from online hookups and word of mouth sharing. There were days of dinner meetings and after work drinks with the client and contractors, followed by raw hot sex with online hookups, Manny, Ramon and others. I did not go without for sure. On my third day, I returned to the room after a dinner and drinks meeting to find a loud rattle in one of my a/c vents. While it was 9:30 I called the desk and they said a maintenance tech would be dispatched asap and apologized for the inconvenience. About 10 minutes later there was a door knock and throaty voice "hotel maintenance". I opened the door to find a neatly dressed/uniformed guy with booties on, his tool cart in-tow and reached out to shake my hand and again offered his regrets for the noise. While it may have been my dulled head from the drinks, this hotel guy, Peter, was making me swoon. His dark blonde chest hair puffed from his neck, his hairy arms re-enforced his masculinity, the firm brisk handshake and deep resonant voice did nothing but enhance the entire package. Removing the small step stool/ladder from his work cart and reaching up to unscrew the vent, gave me ample views of his muscled butt, ample crotch and the workshirt ride-up showed off his lower torso fur. Peter went on to add that the inner clip had broken and he'd have to get one from stock and would return in about 10 minutes. He added "these don't usually crack but guess the vibration going on with the remodeling upstairs, it is logical to happen" and with that he climbed down, left and returned about 10 minutes later as he advised. This time, I noted one more shirt button was opened and I stood close by to watch this hunk. As he climbed back up his step ladder, he leaned a bit and steadied himself by gripping my shoulder, then apologized and went about replacing the inner vent clip, then re-secured the outer vent face. "All good now sir" Peter offered and the rattle was in fact silenced and I found myself thanking him, shaking his hand and reached into my pocket for tip money. Peter begged off and added, "No thank you sir, part of the job and we're just happy to have you as a guest and hope you'll stay with us again on your next trip. Please let us know if we can do anything for you to make your stay better" and ceasing the moment I glared down at his crotch, the tension was thick as the man paused then slowly groped his crotch. I began, "well I can think of one thing you could do to enhance my stay here" and Peter stepped back a bit, spread his feet a bit and leaned against the wall beneath the repaired a/c vent diffuser. I kneeled, unhooked his belt, unzipped and tugged down his boxer briefs, freeing the heavy dick and low hung balls; glanced up. Peter was watching me, tilted his hips forward slightly and urged his dick closer to my mouth. I licked his fine head, lapped the slit and felt his head throb a bit and the slit give up a lick of pre-cum, then dove down to his base. The cock slid to the back of my tongue and then down my throat where he throbbed a hard-on of major proportion. Peter slipped his hands behind my head and held it as I sucked and deepthroated his cock nestled in that dense blonde crotch. "MMMMMMMMs" emitted from the groaning maintenance tech, told me I was doing a good job. "GROWLS" from my throat stimulated the stud and his facefuck pace increased. "Swallow" the one word question by Peter was answered by "UM HUM" from me. Soon the flood of cum being dumped down my throat was like a firehose. I seemed to not stop gulping the dense load, nor did I want to. Done, zipped up and ready to leave, I grabbed another $20 and added the two together, shoved them in his pocket and thanked him. The mock salute was interrupted by the front desk dispatching him to another guest room. "Will see you again sir" Peter added as he made his way from my room and into the hall. I did service Peter again, three times as a matter of fact.