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I travel for work. I prefer to travel alone, but sometimes there will be colleagues in the same hotel. That is when I go out looking for fun, rather than having it come to me.
I was in that very situation when I went on Squirt and found an ABS not too far from the hotel. I set off in the rental car looking for a little fun.
The place was in a little building, it seemed smaller on the outside than when you enter. The parking lot had about a dozen cars, so my hopes were high.
The moment I opened the door to the place, a strong smell of dirty sex was in the air-- that mixture of cum, piss, and generic Pine-sol. It was both rank and intoxicating.
This place may have had 100 titles on their shelves and a few dusty dildo boxes on display. They clearly stayed open for their arcade. I purchased my tokens to go to the arcade and at the last minute also bought a bottle of Rush.
The arcade was maze of booths. There were no glory holes, but the booths were big enough for two or three to play. The halls were narrow, and you had to all but slide past the men leaning on the walls waiting for their prey.
I always do a once around in these places, then go to a booth to get my bearings, and consider my options. I spent a couple of tokens. The movie looked like it was from the 70's, but my cock chubbed a bit with anticipation. The men were varied between ages, ethnicities, and physique.
I exited the booth and did another couple of loops around the space. I had to politely decline an older man who was way too handsy on someone he didn't know. There was guy, probably 19 to 20. He was definitely fit. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of grey sweats. He was propped against the wall and had a hand in his sweats stroking what appeared to be a fairly large cock. He had this smirk on his face and was wearing too much cologne. His whole look screamed "hustler."
The second time I passed him, he said, "What are you into?"
I responded, "Not paying for it."
Before the guy could even roll his eyes, I heard a laughter come from a few feet away. I look up and the guy laughing said, "That's funny!"
The fuck boy sucked his teeth and said, "Y'all play too much." He pushed off the wall and moved to a different spot.
I decided to hang out there for a few. The guy who laughed was probably late twenties. He was about 6' with a slim athletic build. In an effort to be discrete, he had a ball cap pulled down so it made his face a little difficult to see. I noticed he had on a red t-shirt with the classic Che Guevara image, but it was the face of Einstein.
"Nice shirt."
"Thanks. You know who it is?"
"Uh, yeah. You don't have to be Einstein to see that."
"Oh, you got all kinds of jokes," he chuckled.
I smiled, and we stood there for a few moments of awkward silence.
"I haven't seen you here before."
"Are you a regular?"
"I wouldn't say that, but when I'm here, its always the same guys."
"I'm just passing through. Here for work."
"Cool."
Again, a self-conscious silence.
"So what are you looking for tonight?" he asked.
"I don't know. A little fun. Not looking to fall in love."
"A fumble and a moan."
"What?"
"That's a lyric in a song. `A fumble and a moan.'"
"That's close to it."
"Cool. The movies here are shit."
"Yeah, I spent two tokens and noticed that."
Silence.
He nods toward a booth, "You want to see if we can find a good one to watch?"
"Yeah."
I followed him into the booth nearest him. He held the door open for me and locked it behind us. He turned and looked at me for a moment. I said "Fuck it!" and leaned in. He met me halfway for a simple kiss that turned into full on macking. I could taste a little bourbon on his tongue. He moved from my lips to my neck and his little bit of stubble sent chills down my body.
"Damn, you smell good!" he whispered as his lips returned to mine.
Our hands were all over each other. I slipped my hands under his shirt. He was lithe and his skin was on fire. I made my way to his nipple and tugged on them as he groaned into our kiss.
He stepped back, "Take your shirt off."
We both pulled our shirts over our heads and threw them on the little bench in the booth. He returned his cap to his head, but backwards this time. We returned to making out.
I tilted my head to lap at his nipples. "Bite me."
"Bit me hard."
I licked and chewed on his hairless pecs as he hissed, "Yessss."
I was fumbling with his jeans to open them. They were button fly and he reached down and ripped them open. He was commando. I uncurled his swelling cock.
It pointed straight up. I don't know if it was his slim build, but it seemed huge-- not too thick, but damn it was long.
He began to unfasten my jeans as well. I am a boxers man, and he pushed both down to my thighs.
We were fondling each other's cocks and I couldn't wait any longer. I dropped to a squatting position and took his cock in my mouth. He tasted incredible.
I worked the shaft to get it nice and wet before I attempted to deep throat it.
He arched his hips forward and was looking down at me whispering, "Take that cock. Suck my big dick."
I moaned as he put his hands on the back of my head and slowly pushed me down all the way.
"You like that? You like my cock in your throat?"
I love all of that. The hands on my head, the asking me if I like it. I was getting more and more turned on.
I fumbled for my pocket and that bottle of Rush. My hands were slick with spit, and I couldn't get it open.
I never left his cock though. I held the bottle up and he giggled as he took and opened it for me. Without missing a beat, he pushed on one side of my nose and held the bottle to the other. I inhaled deeply and that greedy lust took over. I pulled off his cock and tilted my head backwards to get under his balls. Licking and reaching for his hole with my tongue. I could hear him taking a huff from the bottle.
"My cock," he said.
I returned to that red-hot pole and he took another huff. Before I could make my way back to the root, I felt his hands under my arms pulling me up. He began kissing me again. But kissing isn't the right word.
Kissing implies tenderness, and our mouths were doing anything but being tender. It was a lustful consumption. A battle to see who could conquer the other's mouth with their tongue.
He moves from the kiss and his mouth goes to my ear.
"Oh, God, Don't let me cum yet" I thought. His stubble and his tongue on my ear were sending waves through me.
He whispers, "I want to fuck you."
I moaned and he repeated, "I want to fuck you, now!"
At this point in my life I had only been fucked a couple of times, and both hurt like hell. In case it ever came up again, I always carried a small tube of "anal-ease" when I played.
Don't laugh, I didn't know better.
"I want to fuck you."
"Okay. I need to lube."
I took out the little tube and put some on my finger and reached under me to cover my hole.
I turn and start bobbing up and down his cock to get it wet.
I turn back and brace myself against the wall. He aims his cock at my hole and slides in. The sensation of being stretched open is incredible when it isn't filled with searing pain. I groaned and he held in place. He began to move a little in and out.
I started pushing back a little to indicate I was ready.
He wrapped his arms around my chest and began a slow but steady pumping.
He slowed and pulled out, "What kind of lube did you use?" I showed him and he laughed.
"My dick is numb."
"It's still hard. It wears off."
"You up for the ride?"
"Hell yeah!"
I turned back around and he entered me again, not as slowly and it felt incredible.
His dick may be numb, but my prostate wasn't. His cock was the perfect fit to punch that button.
He began to piston in and out of me. The work he was doing me sent me into another world. I didn't realize it but I was apparently making a bit of noise. He shushed me a couple times, even trying to kiss me to keep me quiet. But this was an animal fuck and I couldn't help it.
He grabbed his shirt from the bench and said, "Bite on this", as he tucked it in my open mouth.
He said, "Turn." His cock slid out of me as I twisted my body. He put me in the corner and lifted my legs. He pulled my jeans all the way off and placed my legs on his shoulders.
He drilled back into me, this time with force. He pulled out the gag and leaned in to kiss me. We were double connected and it was heaven.
It was getting hot in that little booth and we both began to sweat. I love sweat.
He is on top of me, pounding my hole and sweat is dripping from his nose. I took his head and pulled it down, licking the sweat from his face and neck.
In the course of this fucking I actually came hands free-- twice.
He offered to stop but I wouldn't. I'd still be there if he would have kept pounding me.
We must have been going full force for a good thirty minutes.
I was delirious with pleasure.
He said, "I'm getting there."
"Fuck me!"
"Seriously, I'm close. Want me to cum in you?"
"In my mouth!"
I love the taste of cum, and I wanted to taste his.
He pulled out and put a knee on one side of me and began fisting his cock inches from my face. I took his balls and pulled on them while I opened as wide as I could.
He threw his head back as he put his cock on my lips and began shooting pulse after pulse of thick cum in my mouth.
"Fuck! That was great!" he said as he caught his breathe.
I was rolling his cum around in my mouth. He came in for a kiss and I swallowed before parting my lips. He stuck his tongue and then pulled back, "Greedy bastard!" he smiled and came back in for a kiss.
We made out for another three or four minutes before we began to dress.
He held up his shirt and it was soaked with my saliva from where it was in my mouth.
I held mine out and said, "Trade you?"
"That's one of my favorite shirts."
"I like it too."
"Fine. Let's switch."
I didn't care if it was saliva on the shirt or not. I slipped it on and fastened my jeans.
We stood there looking at each with a "What now?" expression.
I said, "You first."
He leaned in for another tongue kiss.
Pulling away, he poked my abdomen and said, "Nice shirt."
He stepped through the unlocked door and disappeared.