NOTE: This is a story depicting males having sex with other males. As they always warn, if this isn't your thing, then, please, go somewhere else. Thanks.
Motel Madness
It was summer time. My Junior year in High school. I had a job working at a local motel doing outside work. Cutting grass, weed wackin' and all the other manly outside duties. It was a hot, sunny, summer day in the South, and all the boys were out on the town, showin' off their buff bods, and hot rods. Our town was a tourist town, and drew people from all over the country to visit. It was always crowded, and you knew that mostly everyone was from somwhere else. The locals usually hated the summer, because the roads were always flooded with lost tourists, trying to find their way around. Overall, our town was interesting, and there was always something going on.
On one particular day in June, I was out pushing the mower over the fields adjacent to the Best Western Motel, and was sweaty and ready to get done so I could jump in the pool before I went home. All morning, I saw girls, and guys out at the pool. Jumpin' in and out of the water, makin' water messess everywhere. They were having fun, and after all, it was already very hot, and it wasn't even noon yet. After a few more hours of hard yard work, I was puttin' all my shit up in the storage room and was getting ready for a swim in the pool. Well, by this time, it had to have been about three in the afternoon, and there wasn't anyone in the pool. So, feeling glad to have to pool all to myself, I went, put my shoes, and keys and wallet down next to a pool chair, and took my shirt off, and admired my nice, muscular body in the sun. I felt the warmth of the hot sun embrace me as if I was it's food. I was about 5'7, pretty short for an 17 year old guy, and I weighed about 170 pounds. I always got off when I looked in the mirror, that's just the way I was.
Well, after deciding to jump in the pool, I also decided that it was a good time to take a piss on the water. Everyone does it, and loves doing it, so why deny it? Well, after about twenty minutes of being all by my lonesome, I saw this fine ass, tanned, tall, muscular dude walking to the pool area, with a cap on backwards, no shirt on, and running shorts. He had shades on too, and I was swooning at this point. AHH, the water was getting really hot now. Not only from the heat and my piss, but also from this new tourist jock who was invading my waters. OUCH! I thougut to myself. MMMM! He came up out of the water, and without noticing, swam into me. This dude must have really wanted to get into the water! He didn't even notice me, and when he bumped into me, it sent chills all the way down and up and down my body again. I was overloading at this point. He looked up and said "Oh, excuse me!" "I am so sorry", he said embarassed. "Don't worry about it" "it happens" I told him. He smiled, and then asked if I knew of anywhere he could buy some liquor. I told him that there were two liquor stores in town, and then he asked if I knew anywhere he could get some "weed". He said "Oh, by the way, my name's Jason." I said, "nice to meet you", and I told him my name, which is Austin. I told him all about our town, and where the only places to party are, and he said that he would be in town for a few weeks summer vacation. He was a college student. He had just turned 21 about a week previous to our encounter. He invited me back to his motel room, where he and his girlfriend were staying. She was hot herself, or as hot as them nasty things can get. Girls are nasty, and just need to be left alone.
I knew my hopes of ever crawling in his motel bed were slim to none. His girl was gonna be there, and she'd ruin any chance at me getting at her man. All of a sudden, she asked if she could use his car to go to town to shop and look around for a while. She told him she wanted to buy him something, and that he'd be best to stay at the room. I knew that if we were gonna have a chance at anything, it'd be now or never. So, out the door she went, on her way to town. We were alone. Two perfect strangers, who didn't even know each other. Life has it's turns, and you just gotta ride em'.
He turned on the television, and told me I could watch anything he wanted. He asked me all kinds of questions, like how long I'd lived in the town, and what kind of music I listened to, and if I was gonna go to college when I got out of high school and on and on. We were actually making consistent conversation, and soon became good acquaintances, and he was easing up a bit, and so was I. He was on the other bed, and he layed back and put his hands over his face. He was tired. As he lay back, I looked in the mirror across from the beds, and I caught myself looking at his smooth, muscular, tanned, luscious, male body. He underwear was exposed, and the white contrast of his underwear and his tanned skin made my tounge do laps inside my mouth. His shorts were black and shiny. They were drawstring, and were almost undone. I watched his stomach move slowly up and down, as he breathed. I wathced his adam's apple twitch as he swallowed, and I admired his beautiful arms, and handsome legs. I caught me looking, and without a moments hesitation, jumped up, and grabbed me and pushed me to the bed. At once, he was on top of me, with his invading tounge slithering it's way down my mouth.
As turned on as I was, I began giving it all to him. I didn't forget anything. He wanted it, and he got it. We must have laid there for a good few minutes sharing face, and consuming each others saliva like there was a shortage of it. His mouth tasted so good, like gum, and food, and tabacco. Call me strange, but I get turned on when hot boys have a dip in their mouths. It's a turn on. He smelled even better than he tasted. His morning application of Tommy Boy cologne hadn't worn off yet, and he still smelled of it. I knew I was in heaven, and didn't want to leave.
All of a sudden, with out a moments warning, I slowly began pulling his silky shorts off, and pulled them off of him. I wanted him to remain in his underwear, cuz nothing turns me on like a man in his underwear. AHH! As he's still gropping me, I stand up, and he pulls everything off of me except my briefs, and he sticks his hand down in them and fondles my hard cock. OHHH I shot, as his sensations are beginning to enrapture me. I feel so good. He is moaning, and making animalistic sounds and we quickly pick up the pace. He throws me up against the wall, and pulling my underwear to my ankles, begins to make way with me. He parts my ass cheeks, and invades my butt with his fuck rod. OH, damn, I didn't even get a chance at sucking it! Well, I suppose there's another time. He's breathing like an exhausted animal, grabbing at me, and thrusting into me. It feels like I am takin' one wicked shit, and he slides in and out of me, leaving me with a burning sensation each time he thrusts. He hits my prostate several times, and sends me over the edge, all of a sudden I let lose with jets of creamy cream cummin' swiftly out of my convulsing cock. It's all over the wall at this point, and he's a gruntin' away, farting and cussin' and making me feel like an animal carcus. I feel good though and the odor from his farts creep into my nostrills, sending me even more over the edge, letting out multiple ropes of white guy jism spraying the damn place. He grunts and thrusts one more time up into my guts and he must have hit something he wasn't supposed to, cuz when he did, I let out an outrageous cry of pleasure, and spewed my spunk yet another time. By this time though, he had came, and I felt gush after gush after juicy gush of man cum stain my insides, plastering my guts with a fresh coat of the manly fluid. We were both exhausted, and simultaneously collapsed onto the floor. At this time, we both heard the doorknob rattling, and we knew who it was, and in walked his girl, all horrified, and .....
Motel Madness, Part Two:
In she stormed, huffin' and a puffin'. Her face was as red as I'd ever seen a face before. She pulled him up and threw him against the wall, taking off their engagement ring, and throwin' it to the ground I coulnd' help but laugh, as inappropriate as it was, but it was funny. I kinda felt devious for breaking them up, but what the hell. He called her a bitch, and they argued and I ran out the door, and for some reason, thought he'd come out shortly thereafter. So, I waited out by the pool, and in about five minutes, he came runnin' out. He was upset, and with good reason. He loved her. She didn't really love him, or maybe she did, but she just couldn't take her man bein' with another man, so she told him to fuck off. But, from what he told me, they argued like that often, and I asked if he fucked guys often in front of her and he said no, but they got into silly arguments all the time. He says that worse things have happened, and that they'd make up a few hours later.
Well, I couldn't have cared less about whether or not they'd make up, I just knew I wanted another session with him, but that did seem unlikely. Even so, I still wanted to talk with him, and let him know that women aren't the only thing that can keep a man happy. We talked for about an hour by the pool, and soon he decided that it'd be best if he went back to the room, and settle everything out with her. Well, it was way time for me to get back home, so home was where I went. I was glad to get home, and away from that place, but I couldn't get my mind off of him.
The next day, I went back to work, did my days work, and swam as I did everyday, and waited to see him again. This time I would wait until it got dark, and if no show, then I would leave. Well, at about six o' clock, he came to the pool for an evening swim. He told me that they made up, and that everything was fine, and he even said that he finally told ther that he was bi. He said that she would have a time dealing with it, but that she could do it, if she tried. She did seem kinda cool, as cool as a girl could be, but at least everything would be fine for a while. Well, now he had come out to her, and so she knew that there would be possibilities of some play. So, he decided that he would use his freedom and play around, to see if she could actually handle it now that she knew, and was more able to adjust. If she even found out. She was again, not there, and it was again just he and I in the pool.
So, dark came. The street lights were all that illuminate the area. The water was warm, the night was warm also, and we were both hot as they cum. In no time, we were in the "deep" end gettin' it on again. Makin' out slowly, passionately, and devilishly.
His hands were so tender on the back of my neck, the water that trickle from his hair to my nose felt so refreshing. Just two guys in the water, holding each other, tenderly embracing one another. It was cool. It was something great. He started to lick my face, then his tongue began begging it's way into my mouth. I let it in, and it made itself at home. I swallowed his tongue, tasting every bit of him that I could, breathing in the scent, and absorbing all that I could. We float there kissing, in the pool, in the moon/street light. Nothing bothered us, and no one seemed to care if they did notice. We slowly made way to shallower waters, and began getting rough. He whispered into my ear "I like hard sex, I like rough sex, and can't get enough" That made me go through the water! He continued to whisper dirty things into my ear, telling me how hard he wanted it, and how he'd give me his ass if I wanted it. So, pushing him out of the water, and onto the pool's edge, I pulled his shorts off, and told him to position himself for a one of a kind ride! He did as I asked, and got ready. I licked his ass dry from the water, and lubed his ass with my spit. All nice and slick, I was ready to go myself. So, I parted his cheeks, nearing his ass, when I heard a wet fart slip from his ass, and I was even more turned on. He laughed, and said "fuck me" he began grunting, and maoning before I got into him. I slid my slick dick quickly into his slick ass. He thrust his ass to me, and began grunting loudly. I thrust into him, half in the water, and half out, creating waves that splash us both. I couldn't stop. He started panting, and talking dirty to me. He said that I made him feel like he needed to take a dump, and he started grunting as if on the pot. He begged for more, and I couldn't stop, so I pounded him, pounding every whimper I could get out of him, hitting his prostate so hard, that each time I thrust, he spirted onto the pool's edge. Waves of water splashed onto the cummy edge, and wash it away as quickly as it came. He began making noises I hadn't heard before, and he seemed as if he was hurt, but it was just sick pleasure, he loved it, and wanted to hurt. He wanted me to tear his guts up with my dick, and that I was doing. I fucked him so hard, I heard shit bein' torn up inside him. By the time I came, he was maonig, and grunting and making animalistic noises, and was crying, and laughing at the same time. I came cummy currents of cum up his ass. My cum found places in him that his shit couldn't find. It was way up there, and he felt it burning inside him. He loved it, and was glad to have recieved it.
After that, he decided to go fuck his chick. She needed a good boy to get fucked by, and with good reason, ever since they'd been there, he was with me. She was jealous. But, I needed to go home, and to home I went, with his scent reminding me of yet another hard days work.