Our Sons College Tournament

Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 1

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Dear Readers:

This story is the third installment of a series that focuses on two dads (Will and Matt), both in their early forties, and their sons (Jake and Eric). Many other characters emerge as well.

They were introduced in the story titled, "Taking Our Sons to the Tournament" which last posted on 4/22/22. It describes how Will and Matt, who had only been casual acquaintances (as their sons were best friends and teammates), discovered and explored their bi curiosity - while their sons did the same - all while staying at a large hotel, attending a high school wrestling tournament in the big city a few hours from their hometown.

The second installment, "Home After the Tournament" (last posted on January 20, 2023) followed the dads and their sons once they returned home from the tournament weekend and navigated life after these secret desires had been unleashed.

This third installment jumps ahead two years to when the boys are college freshmen. Matt's son, Eric is about to compete in his first college wrestling tournament and Will and Matt are making the trip to watch. I hope you enjoy what happens.

Chapter 1: "the Wager"

Part 1: The Drive

"Just push the seat back a little bit so I have more room." I whispered to Will as I felt his dick start to grow in his khaki chinos. We were making the drive to the city for the weekend to watch Eric's first official college wrestling tournament.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Matt!" Will whisper-yelled back at me. "Jacob is in the fucking car!"

"He's out cold in the backseat. He'd never know." I said. I hadn't really expected Will to let me give him road head, but it was still fun to make him think I did. Back when Will and I were first together after that first crazy tournament weekend, one of the only places we could ever regularly get off was in one of our cars - at least on the weeks I had Eric with me. The thought of blowing Will in the car still always made me horny even after all this time. It was hard to believe that was three years ago - almost to the day. The car was parked when we'd blow each other though. I'd never actually sucked his cock while he was actively driving.

Most of that time had been full of angst. We wanted to be together, but Will was still with his wife and his family life kept us apart until that day she'd caught us. Then things got really full of angst - for a while. That didn't last that long though.

I already knew the pain of having your marriage fall apart and how hard it is to share custody. It was a little easier for me because Eric was already 15 at the time. Will's daughter was only 7 when it all went down, and she was a daddy's girl. - Michelle used her as a pawn. She didn't take it well - any of it. I think it was because she blamed herself - just like Will thought she would. She thought she'd started this ball rolling - and then kept it rolling. Having another threesome was something I'll never forget though. I still jack off thinking about that. She still had no idea it had all started before that - at that first big tournament when Will and I shared the hotel room. I often wonder what my life would be like if our sons, Eric and Jake hadn't asked us to share that room so they could hang out together in the hotel by themselves.

I wondered if I'd still just be jerking off to videos of guy's fucking around on Pornhub, or if I'd have eventually been drawn to experiment with someone else - someone random and meaningless. The thought of never finding Will made me shudder. We'd always owe our boys for that.

Will was right that giving him road head was a bad idea. It was not only dangerous, but Jake would never let us hear the end of it if he'd woken up during the act and he'd probably tell everyone he saw all weekend long. In the four years since I'd known Jake, he'd grown up a lot, but the risk of having him blurt out something inappropriate was still a risk.

"Fine." I conceded. "I haven't had the taste of banana since Sunday, you know." I added, referring to Will's beautiful banana shaped boner. It had been a busy week and even though we'd been sharing my bed every night since Will left Michelle almost a year ago, this had been a busy week of working late nights so we could take this afternoon off and we'd gone longer than usual without getting off. It was Thursday and we were driving to the city today. The tournament started on Friday afternoon. We didn't want miss any of it.

"Don't worry, Rock Star. Hotels have always been lucky for us." Will said smiling. "You're only a few hours away from getting your...banana Daiquiri."

"Yum." I said.

"Who's having a fucking banana daiquiri? Aren't those drinks for pussies?" Jake said, apparently waking up from his nap in the back seat.

I know what you're thinking. Jake's seen us blow each other - and then some. Will had reset our boundaries with Jake - and Aaron. I'm not sure exactly what he said but it had mostly worked. Not that they went quietly though. They spent several weeks after our crazy camping weekend thinking they could easily tease us into playing again. I'm not gonna say it wasn't tempting - or challenging to resist. The two of them were shameless. It seemed like every time Michelle and little Emily were out of the house, Jake was suddenly naked - or at least in his underwear or a towel.

After they split, Will moved in with me. That meant Jake and Eric shared a room when their custody days overlapped. We eventually got bunk beds which did not make Eric happy but at least he got his preference of bottom bunk. We wondered what went on during those first couple of months when they shared Eric's queen-sized bed. I know there were nights when Will and I were out, and Meghan was there - and also later when I'd found them under his covers with Jake in the top bunk. I'd wanted to be a fly on their wall.

We told him it was good practice sharing a room in a bunk for when he went off to college. After he left, Jake moved down to the bottom bunk. It was awkward at the holidays. Eric was nice at Christmas and just took the top bunk - but he'd broken up with Meghan by that point so didn't "need" the convenience of the bottom bunk. Meghan had been over hanging out with Jake. They must have become friends when she and Eric were together. Will suspected something might be going on between them. That seemed unlikely given...everything.

Jake hadn't done very well on his college tests - mostly because he hadn't taken them seriously at all - and didn't get into the University that Eric and Nick went to. Aaron was there too. He'd already been there a year. He was on an academic scholarship. Eric was there on a wrestling scholarship. He'd had good grades and a solid ACT score, but the university had become highly ranked and had gotten hard to get in to and more expensive.

Jake had tried hard to wear us down - well, wear me down. Will was uninterested of course. We'd continued our poker nights. We tried to make it a once-a-month thing - but people are busy. It had only happened four times and all in that first year when Will was still at home. He needed the outlet. If Michelle only knew. Those were some horny nights. Will and I made a game out of it, vowing to not masturbate for at least four or five days before the game night. We'd be so fucking horny with anticipation. It was always Arjun and Brandon. Ethan was there only a couple of times. We thought it was funny the first time Ethan couldn't make it. We'd expected Brandon would also be out, but then he showed up at the door with a sheepish smile on his face. We figured poker night might have been the only times he indulged in man sex. He didn't want to miss out. He was hooked. Will was hooked on his beer can boner. It was fun to be fucking Arjun right next to Brandon pounding Will. Once, when Ethan was there, I was the meat in an Arjun and Ethan sandwich - so hot.

Brandon had moved to start grad school at the university and frankly once Will was no longer able to satisfy his occasional craving to be plowed by a really big dick, the novelty sort of wore off. Once Will and I were in the same bed, we also just didn't feel the need as much. We were taking advantage of finally sharing the same bed every night. We did invite Arjun over "to watch football" sometimes when the boys weren't home, but as fun as that was, it was mostly because Arjun had no other outlets. He satisfied my need for an occasional uncut cock though and Will liked fucking his fine little brown ass.

Brandon had said he wanted to bartend to help make ends meet and we gave him Dix's number to see if he could get him a job at cell block. It was good to reconnect with Dix. He was happy to hear we were still together. We texted him that we were coming this weekend. It will be fun to go back to Cell Block. Hopefully Patrick and Caleb won't be there. What are the chances? Dix had worked his way up to bar manager and gave Brandon a job immediately after meeting him and confirming that our description that he looked like Captain America was accurate. He thanked us profusely. We'd told him there were ways he could express his gratitude. He said Brandon just wore running shorts and tennis shoes behind the bar and was making bank. We wondered if they'd hooked up. Then we fucked each other silly because picturing those two big dicks together made us both horny as shit.

"Do you have big plans with Eric and Aaron and Nick tonight?" I asked Jake and he stretched his arms behind his head as he woke up. The golden hair in his pits was sticking out from under his short tee shirt sleeves. Tiny droplets of sweat stained his under arms and his hair was damp around his temples. He must have been really sleeping hard.

"Don't know. Probably just party in the dorm. Haven't heard from Nick yet. He and Eric have to lay low since they wrestle tomorrow." Jake said. He caught me staring at his body and smirked. He intentionally reached up under his tee shirt, exposing his fuzzy happy tail and the newly acquired, sparse hairs that dotted across his chest so he could casually scratch his left arm pit.

He hadn't been playing any sports since he'd started taking classes at the local community college in the fall and his body was showing some signs of inaction. He was beefier and while he still had the defined biceps and shoulders of his high school Jock career, his mid-section was getting a little doughy from too many beers and too much late-night Taco Bell. He was still hot as fuck though; don't get me wrong. But he seemed less fit than his father now, who was spending at least four nights a week at the gym and was even leaner and more toned than when we'd met.

"What about you two?" Jake added. "You gonna go on a manhunt?"

Will didn't even dignify that with a response. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Why would we do that?"

"C'mon. It's the big city. You'll be around a fuck load of hot college guys. I know you two...aren't exactly...exclusive." He smiled his devilish grin. "You gonna see if you can round up more hotties? The rock star versus the preppy DILF? It could be quite the match up." Jake said. "Not sure who I'd bet on."

He was such a troublemaker.

I wish he'd never caught us with Arjun. It was about six months ago. He'd said he was going to a buddy from school's place to watch the football game on a Sunday afternoon. We thought we had the apartment to ourselves. We'd exchanged glances knowing we could fuck around for the afternoon but in our enthusiastic horniness, we decided to invite Arjun over to "watch the game" again.

It wasn't the first time. It had become a semi-regular thing. We'd initially offered to "help him out" because he'd been complaining that his safe options were limited, especially now that his wife was back from India. We'd planned to just have some beers and jack off to some porn on the sofa with him. It would be innocent and something we never did anymore now that we lived together, so I was kind of looking forward to it.

It was awkward at first. We'd all sat, fully clothed in a row on the sofa like teenagers. Slowly we played with our boners through our pants until Will said, "this is ridiculous!" and stripped down, giving us the green light to all get naked. Of course, the masturbation quickly turned into reaching over to stroke your neighbor, which turned into blowing each other. That had been my fault. I missed the feeling of an uncut cock in my mouth. Will apparently saw me salivating and nodding his approval for me to go down on him.

The truth was that we both liked having him over just to add some variety. We felt like older brothers to him - if older brothers routinely had sex. It had just been a causal exchange of blow jobs that first time, but he basically begged one of us to fuck him when we decided there was no harm in getting together again. It was all still conforming to the "rules" we'd agreed to. Neither of us felt threatened by him so it was the perfect situation for adding another naked body into the mix and we both really liked him.

He was quiet and unassuming but he had a wickedly dark sense of humor that I enjoyed and while I knew he thought I was hot, he worshipped Will's all-American good looks which always boosted Will's ego at a time when he'd needed more boosting than I could provide on my own. Arjun was mostly pretty passive sexually; he was sort of our boy toy to play with when Will and I were both in the mood to be an alpha top team. Arjun was a horny fucker, though too, who was not afraid to ask for what he wanted or when. He liked having both holes used at once and we were happy to fill them. We once played a game during the football game, where Will and I switched holes every time there was a first down. There were so many tight end and end zone jokes. The number of homoerotic double entendres in football is sort of astounding. Everyone scored.

Jake came home just after half time to find his father sitting on the sofa with his arms up along the back of the leather cushions. Arjun was facing the TV too but had his eyes closed and was sitting on Will's lap, slowly bouncing up and down on his cock. There'd been a ton of lube, so the sounds of fucking were exaggerated. To make matters worse, I was blowing Arjun at the same time and had a hold of both of their balls - a pair in each hand. I was on my knees with my back arched and my legs spread, and my furry ass and dense, hairy hole aimed right at him. I'd just shot my load all over Arjun's face before I'd dropped to my knees. It was still dripping off his cheek and chin, and my plump cock was dangling down between my legs behind my balls. I'm sure it was quite a sight.

We hadn't even known how long he'd been standing there. Arjun eventually opened his eyes and saw him in the hallway. Will, who was glued to the screen, had just commented on how hot Patrick Mahomes was right after he said his cock just got harder seeing a player's jockstrap through his white pants. I'd pulled off Arjun's uncut boner to look at the screen.

As soon as I'd gone back down on his spongy cock head, Arjun gasped. I thought I'd used too much teeth or something and opened wider to take him all the way to the base where my nose was buried in his dense black bush.

It's was embarrassing being caught. It wasn't completely humiliating - he'd caught just the two of us before. It was just something we'd have preferred Jake not see. Part of how Will had convinced Jake and Arron to leave us alone was the idea that we were now monogamous. This fucked that up.

"You fucking horndogs." was all Jake said. Then he went in his room and shut the door.

"We're not hooking up with random college guys." Will interjected from behind the wheel. He intentionally didn't look at me in the passenger seat even though I was staring right at him.

"Whatever. You're missing out." Jake said and then looked down at his phone as if to signal he had concluded his interaction with us.

--

Part 2: On Campus

"What floor is he on again?" Will asked when we got on the elevator in Eric's dorm. Jake was standing in the corner still glued to his phone.

"He's on 5." I said. "515." We rode the rest of the way. Will's hand rested on the small of my back. He quickly pulled it away as the elevator doors opened. We'd only been to Eric's room once when we moved him in. Jake had spent a weekend here in the fall so was more familiar with his roommates.

"I'm going up to see if Aaron's home. He's in 812." Jake said without looking up from his phone, his grey hoodie completely obscuring his face. "I'll come down in a few."

"Can't that wait?" Will said.

"No." Jake said and the elevator doors closed.

We'd only met one of Eric's three suite-mates, a foreign student from Taiwan named Tan. The foreign students got to move in early. Tan was cute. He was a typical Asian dude - jet black straight hair. He was short - about 5'-6" and very personable. He had an accent, but otherwise was completely fluent. Eric's actual roommate, Leo, wasn't there yet. Eric really likes him though. He's a Lacrosse player so they share the jock vibe. Tan's roommate was a Latino kid named Santiago. All Eric said about him was that he was "a lot."

Their suite consisted of two standard two-person dorm rooms connected by a living space with a shared bathroom next to the main entry door. Each room was on opposite sides of the living space, so all three rooms had windows. You had to walk through the living space to get to the bathroom which was on the inside of the suite against the corridor.

Will knocked. I was excited to see Eric. We hadn't seen him for several weeks since their holiday break. I missed him.

"Hey! You must be Matthew and William. Eric's told me a lot about you. C'mon in. I'm Santiago. Good to finally meet you two daddies." He said as he opened the door wide to let us in. He was standing in just a bright white towel which gave his dark tan skin an even warmer glow. He was damp as though he hadn't completely dried off. Water droplets hung from his short, messy, jet-black hair. I instinctively glanced down to assess the bulge under the tight towel. He caught me and smiled.

"It's just Will." Will said reaching out to shake his hand. I laughed to myself. One strike against him from Will already.

"ERIC!" He yelled. "Your hot dads are here! Get out here!" Will and I looked at each other. "'Scuse me, gentlemen. I need to make myself presentable." Then he walked into his room pulling his towel off as he sauntered away. He didn't look back, but I was sure he knew we were following his smooth, bare, brown ass. He tossed the towel onto his bed and bent over to pull on a pair of hot pink trunk-style underwear, exposing a brief glimpse of the back of his smooth scrotum before he was standing upright again. He turned and caught us staring. He was completely unsurprised and smiled at us as he stepped into a tight pair of jeans and hunted for a shirt.

"Jesus. Don't even think about it." Eric said as he entered the living room from his bedroom and caught us both gawking at the hot Latino boy.

"Hey, E!!" I said turning to give my son a big bear hug.

"Damn, Dad! You're gonna break me." Eric said but he was smiling and happy to see me which made me warm inside. "Other dad! How are you?" He added. I loved that he called Will his other dad. He was an equal opportunity blended family child now. He also referred to my ex's girlfriend as his other mother. We miraculously seemed to be getting along at events like this when all four of us needed to attend. I liked her girlfriend, Rachel. They'd planned to be here this weekend too. I was a little apprehensive. "Where's Jake?" Eric added, looking confused.

"He went up to say hi to Aaron. I didn't realize he was in the same dorm. I assumed this was all freshmen."

"It's mostly freshman but the top two floors are for upperclassmen. They have a view of the skyline." Eric said.

Santiago came back out holding a hot pink polo shirt in one hand. "Can I borrow your deodorant?" He asked Eric.

"Yeah. You know where it is." Eric said in a somewhat annoyed manner that led me to believe Santiago borrowed things often. The Latino boy tossed the shirt over the back of the sofa and went in the bathroom.

"You're looking fit!" Will said after giving Eric a hug. "You feeling ready for the first match? Do you know who it is - what they're like?"

"Yeah, he's not that good. The first round should go down fast but I don't wanna be too confident." Eric said. He was always cautious and humble.

"You two are yummy!" Santiago said as he swiped the black hair in his pits with Eric's gel stick. He put on his shirt and then walked over to us and put a hand on each of our chests and patted us like he was judging a dog show. "I can't decide which one of your dads is more delicious!"

Will and I looked at each other again.

"When's Jake coming? I thought you said that big hunk of-" Santiago said before being interrupted.

"Dude. Jesus. Keep it in your pants." Eric said, continuing to sound annoyed. "My dads are off limits. Stop embarrassing yourself." That seemed pretty harsh, but Santiago was completely unfazed. "Jake'll be here in a while."

"I think they're old enough to speak for themselves about who's...catching their eye." He said obviously referring to the fact that we'd both been gawking at his naked body and were at least admiring what we saw. I think I blushed.

"That's very flattering, young man. You must have your hands full on campus already." Will said in his typically diplomatic and congenial way.

"Young man?" Santiago said waving his hand in front of his face as though he were a southern Belle fanning herself on the front porch. "I think you just made me a little wet."

Will made a face that was outwardly polite, but I could see the strain it was taking not to either laugh or scowl.

"Dude. Seriously. Stop." Eric said with weary exasperation. "Aren't you supposed to be at your rehearsal?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. You two handsome specimens have gone and distracted me." Santiago said. "I'm off!" He added dramatically and was out the door.

"So..." Will said and couldn't come up with the words to complete his sentence.

"I told you he's A LOT." Eric said cutting Will off.

"You didn't exactly specify what kind of 'a lot'." I said smiling at him.

"Yeah, well - you sorta have to experience it for yourselves." Eric said.

"So...does that...aggressive approach really work for him? He's very...flamboyant." Will said.

"Surprisingly, he hooks up a lot. It sucks for Tan. He even hooked up with Aaron the first week of school. That was based solely on his looks and that he met him through me. I feel kinda bad." Eric said.

"Bad?" What happened?" I asked.

"Not sure, but you do not want the two of them in the same room." Eric said.

"Interesting." Will added. "Sorry Jacob's not here yet." Will was obviously thinking Jake was rude for not saying hello to Eric first.

"Oh, no worries. Jake and I have been texting all day. He's...not a Santiago fan either." Eric said laughing. "I'll text him that he's gone now. Speaking of texting Jake all the way here: road head is dangerous, guys." He added smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Fuck. I was sure Jake was asleep.

"I was kidding." I said.

"Doubtful." Eric said dryly and Will busted out laughing.

"It's really good to see you." Will said to Eric, still laughing a little. "The house isn't the same without you."

"Thanks, Other Dad." Eric said smiling. "How's Jake doing? Really."

Will was silent for a moment. "He seems a bit...lost." Will finally said. "We need to get him here."

"He said his classes are going pretty well." Eric said.

"That's more than he's told us." Will said. "He's been hanging out with Meghan a lot. She's a smart girl, right? Maybe she's tutoring him." Will said.

"He is? My Meghan? Like, how much?" Eric said. I was amused that he still called her his Meghan even though they'd been broken up for six months. Jake had obviously not mentioned this to Eric which made me reconsider Will's suspicions that there was something going on.

"She's been over a couple of times. I think they just got to be friends when you two were together." I said trying to minimize it. I'm not sure why - probably just because I didn't like seeing Eric upset.

There was a knock at the door and then Jake walked in.

"Is that little fucker gone?" Jake asked without even saying hello.

"Good to see you too, buddy!" Eric said laughing at his old best friend. I wondered if they still considered each other best friends. He'd sort of been replaced by Nick senior year, but now that they were both here at the university, they seemed like they didn't hang out that much.

"Sorry, Bro. Not a fan of that kid." Jake said.

"Did something happen?" Will asked.

"He just never shuts up and the constant flirting and rude comments...and always touching me. I wanted to deck the little fucker by the end of the weekend when I visited." Jake said.

"I talked to him. He promised to behave." Eric said.

"You wanna put some money on that?" Jake asked Eric.

"The usual wager?" Eric said raising an eyebrow. Jake nodded and leaned in toward each other to shake on it. I looked at Will. He shook his head slightly as if he didn't know the answer I was looking for. What is their usual wager?

"So, you good here for now?" Will asked Jake. "We gotta go check in. You wanna go to dinner with us?"

Jake looked at Eric for guidance. "No, we'll all go to the caf. Jake can use Leo's card. He's going out for pizza later. I can't eat anyway. I gotta weigh in at 8:00 AM."

"Cool. We'll text you later. Get some sleep. Don't stay up talking all night." I said.

"Jesus, it's like we're still 14." Jake said to Eric.

"Can't help it. Sorry." I said smiling at Eric, and we left.

-- Part 3: The Hotel

"This is bringing back some memories of that first tournament weekend. It's making me horny. Is it making you horny?" I asked Will as we were unpacking in our hotel room for the long weekend.

"You want me to suck you off?" Will asked, misinterpreting.

"Well, for starters, sure." I said smiling at him. "But that's not what I meant. I was thinking about what Jake said in the car."

"What did Jacob say in the car?"

"You know - about betting which one of us could get more...you know..." I said trailing off. It suddenly sounded very juvenile in addition to very slutty. I regretted bringing it up even though I'd been thinking about it off and on since the car ride.

Every hot guy I saw in the dorm corridors or the elevator or walking on campus made me wonder which one of us they'd be more attracted to - and the campus was full of hot guys...full. It was distracting. His dorm seemed like a continuous parade of fit guys in various states of partial undress. Some were shirtless with just basketball shorts or running shorts - some of whom were clearly going commando. Some were wearing what would technically qualify as tee shirts or tank tops - shirts where their buff shoulders and chests were nearly entirely exposed, their hairy arm pits were dripping sweat from a run or a pick-up basketball game. Their pheromones were filling my nostrils. Some were dressed in sweatpants that appeared to have been designed solely to call attention to the bulge between their legs or the particular roundness of their buttocks.

One dark-haired guy that looked like a young version of James Marsden, stopped right in front of us and knelt down to tie his Nikes and inadvertently exposed the top couple inches of his ass crack - my favorite spot. His dark brown body hair made a "V" from the small of his back down underneath his elastic waistband. It was all I could do not to grab his pants and pull them to his knees. It had been a long time since I'd felt such overwhelming desire.

I was used to seeing the community college jocks in the gym locker room at home. They were the same ones every week. They still made me horny enough to jerk off in the private shower stalls from time to time, but were not the dizzying distraction they were when I first started working out there. I was used to which ones I'd seen naked - which ones had manscaped above their flaccid peckers and which ones were taunting me with their wild, untamed crotches. I pictured them naked as they pumped their bar bells or ran on the treadmill. I'd wondered if everyone did that. Will confirmed I was not alone.

The dorm was a candy store of buff bodies. Perky little tits too on the coeds. It was coming at me from everywhere. Several days of no relief had turned out to be hazardous. I'd forgotten how college-age boys are nearly all attractive in their own way. How did I manage when I was in college? I remember noticing, but not being overwhelmed. Maybe it was because it had just been the several days since I'd gotten off. Maybe intentionally trying to maximize our hormone load for this weekend had been a dangerously unnecessary preparation. I was even attracted to that Santiago kid - and he was uber annoying at the same time. That smooth brown naked ass - what the fuck was that? He'd intentionally disrobed for us. We needed to steer clear of that kid.

"Is 'dick' the word you're looking for?" Will said with his right eyebrow raised. I'd forgotten what that was in response to - then remembered my question: which one of us could attract more? More what?

"I was gonna say 'tail'...but 'dick' works too." I said and felt myself blush.

"So you think this aging rock star thing you've got going on here is gonna get you more...tail?" Will said. He waved his hand in a downward motion in front of me as he said it like a feisty black auntie. He could not pull that off and I busted out laughing.

"I think I got more game than you do." I asserted with more confidence than I actually had.

"You're so fucking cocky." Will said. "I'm in better shape than the day we met." He paused. "You're on, asshole." He meant that playfully, but he was still competitive - especially when it came to his looks. He knew he was handsome. He was the guy who'd snagged Michelle after all.

"That's Mr. Asshole to you, preppy boy." I said. "So, wait - you really wanna do this?"

"Why not? It seems like fun. It won't get complicated since we're here. We were already gonna try to find Brandon and Dix. Let make it a 'what happens in Vegas' weekend." Will said.

"Cool. But are we like really gonna make it a contest?" I asked. It didn't have to be a contest to be fun. The idea was to have some new encounters that didn't impact our own little world.

"Mos' def' Dude!" He said. I immediately rolled my eyes. He couldn't pull off hip hop street lingo if his life depended on it. He knew that though. The irony was hilarious. I shook my head even though I wanted to stick my tongue in his mouth. "You think you can do better than me?"

"I've seen you flirt. I know I can." I said.

"Fuck you! Now it's definitely on." Will said and came at me and grabbed me by my balls through my jeans. I reached around and grabbed his ass. We started kissing. I was getting hard and I could feel the bulge in his pants expanding as well. He slid his middle finger down my jeans and inside my tighty whities into the top of my crack. I started panting into his mouth. It had been several days, and hotels always make me extra horny. He started to go down on his knees.

"Wait! Wait. We shouldn't lose this edge. We should stay as horny as possible. We shouldn't get off until it's with one of our...conquests." I said still pushing my crotch against him.

"You don't wanna do it now? We've been waiting all week to be alone in our hotel room." Will said.

"I know, but we can do that at home. Let's go down to the hotel bar. It's a Thursday night. There will still be businessmen here for work. I bet I can get one to come up here before you can." I said and gave him a sloppy kiss.

"Alright. Let's do it." Will said and thrust his crotch against mine. "What's the wager?"

"Winner gets a blow job at the time and place of his choosing?" I suggested.

"Deal. I'm gonna have to wait a minute though." He smiled, referring to his now prominent erection.

"I'm getting a head start then." I said and grabbed my key card and left. I was in full on rocker mode: black jeans, black tee shirt, my long bangs were pulled into a ponytail at the back of my head, I had five silver rings on, a thick silver chain around my neck, and a lightning bolt earring that Will dared me to wear, and my big black biker boots. Will caught up to me at the elevator. "You didn't need to run to catch up. We can't show up at the same time anyway. We have to look like we don't know each other."

"Ah. Good point. Fuck. I wouldn't have even thought of that. That way I can pick you up if we end up...empty handed." Will said. "I'll wait. I gotta piss anyway."

"At the ceiling?" I joked. Will smiled at me and ran his hand up my shirt and played with my left nipple and then kissed me.

"I will now." He said, smiling and he took off toward the lobby restroom as the doors opened.

Part 4: The Hotel Bar

I causally wandered into the hotel bar. It was a large "U" shaped bar with a row of bistro tables along the outside walls. It was pretty full. I took an empty stool between a couple in their mid-forties on my right and a businessman in a suit on my left. Bingo. He looked like he was in his mid-30's and was very well dressed. He had wingtip shoes, cuff links, and a hipster hair cut - buzzed on the sides and long and combed forward on top.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked him, ignoring the couple.

"Nope. It's all yours." He said. He looked up from emailing on his phone and smiled and nodded. All good so far.

"I'm so sorry." The blonde woman on my right said. "Let me move my purse." She added and slid her bag down to the hook under the bar on the other side of her stool.

"You're fine." I smiled at her. The guy she was with nodded but looked annoyed that his date and I were having a cordial exchange. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring. Maybe they were just coworkers. He still seemed possessive like he was in the process of making a move.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked. She was in her mid-fifties with big blonde hair that looked like it hadn't changed since the late 80's. I got the impression she may have been here for years.

"Anything local on tap?" I asked.

"Snake Bite IPA is all that's left." She said.

"How is it?" I asked.

"I'm not an IPA drinker. Your buddy there ordered it. What do you think?" She raised her voice asking the businessman for a review of his beer. He looked up from his phone again and then at us. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. It's decent. Go for it." He smiled at me again. This is going to be too easy.

"Like the man said." I told the bartender. She poured me a pint.

"You need a menu?" She added.

"Sure." I said. "What's good?"

"The burgers. The fish & chips. The pasta special. Skip the salmon. It's always overcooked." She said.

"Thanks." I said and scanned the QR code. Then I saw Will sit down at the end of the bar. The only other open seat was between a guy in a western shirt and a cowboy hat and a dude in a hockey jersey and a baseball cap. Poor guy. He had no chance. He caught my eye and quickly looked away. He was committing to the part.

"Looks like you're in town for work." I said to my new bar stool neighbor in the suit.

"Yup. Been here all week." He said.

"Headed home for the weekend?" I asked just making conversation.

"Yup. Fly home tomorrow evening." He said.

"You here by yourself or is it like a big convention thing?" I asked trying to get a handle on his situation.

"Nope. Just me. Just meeting with a client." He said. "You?"

"Bummer. Sounds lonely all week. I'm here for my son's first college wrestling tournament." I said. "Starts tomorrow."

"Cool. Best of luck to him." He said. Then there was silence. I ordered a burger and sweet potato fries. "So looks like your wife didn't make it?" He added. Now we're getting somewhere.

"Ex-wife." I said. "She is actually coming. Different hotel though. Turns out she's not really my type."

"I have one of those too." He said. "Hope she's in hell." He added laughing. I laughed along with him. I looked at Will. He was chatting with the cowboy. Don't waste your time.

"So where's home?" I asked.

"Seattle." He said.

"Hope you're not sleepless." I said. What the actual fuck? It just came out. "So sorry. Jesus. Delete that last comment." I said shaking my head.

"What comment?" He said smiling. He had a cute smile. He was a little beefy like he'd played football in high school or maybe college. He had big arms and shoulders that looked like he could bust out of his suit jacket.

"Thanks." I said smiling back and chugged the top third of my beer. This was going very well. Will was still wasting his time. Cowboy man had taken off his hat. He was blonde. He had a receding hairline but was otherwise better looking than I'd initially thought. He had one of those western shirts with the embroidered pointy designs over the pockets and mother of pearl snaps instead of buttons.

"I gotta go see a man about a horse." My business buddy said. I've never understood that euphemism for needing to piss. I wondered if that was an invitation. Should I follow him there? Blow him in a stall? "Guard my beer?" He added. Apparently, it was not an invitation. I watched him walk away. He had a big ass that filled out his dress pants and made it look like he could rip open the back seam at any moment.

"Here you go darlin'." The bartender said smirking at me as she set down my plate. "Ketchup?" I blushed and nodded. I hate being caught ogling, even by strangers. We had to be here all weekend.

I looked down at my phone and saw a text from Will that was just a smiley face emoji. I sent him an eggplant and water droplets back. My dick was twitching and growing a little. It felt good to be bigger in my pants. I resisted the temptation to reach down and give it a squeeze. I knew that would cause it to go to full on boner. I looked up at the full-figured waitress to calm myself down. She was wearing poorly applied lipstick that I did not want to picture around my cock. Then I glanced over at Will. He was laughing and his cowboy neighbor was slapping his back. Rodeo humor perhaps. I looked over at the hockey fan. He was cute too. He was about 25 - a few years younger than the cowboy - and was trying very hard to grow facial hair with limited success. The scruff was hot. I wondered if he was hairy underneath the jersey. I pictured watching him pull it off over his head and then my business buddy was back from the restroom.

"Everything come out ok?" I heard myself say as though I were in seventh grade. Fortunately, he laughed.

"What goes in must come out." He replied as though he were at a frat party. I wanted to see what came out. I wanted to play with his balls and make it come out. I struggled to find a more mature, but still clever response that could be interpreted as flirty or not depending on the mood of its recipient. That was a tall order.

"Sometimes it seems like I piss even more than I drank." I said. Fail. Not clever or flirty. My come back was a crude reference to urination which we'd already spent too much time discussing as strangers.

"Well that's just biology. Beer is a diuretic." He said.

"A what?" I asked.

"It makes your body expel water." He said. "So, you actually do piss more than you drink. It's actually an astute observation." He added. I was shocked that my lame response had not only carried our conversation forward, but had garnered a compliment. I chugged my beer and smiled. He laughed.

"So you're a doctor?" I asked. "Or are you selling medical supplies?" He laughed again.

"Nope. Just some useless drinking trivia I picked up along the way. A clear indication that I spend too much time in hotel bars." He said. "I actually sell gambling machines."

"You mean like slot machines?" I asked suddenly more interested. "For the riverboat casino?"

"Mostly slots, yeah." He said. "Video poker too...and some craps."

"What happens in Vegas..." I said trying to introduce some hedonism into our dialog. "I'm Matt, by the way."

"Bronco." He said. "Nice to meet you."

"Bronco?" I said. I felt like my mouth was hanging open. How did my businessman turn out to be the one with the cowboy name. Will's cowboy was probably named something like Blake or Tripp or something preppy or fratty.

"My last name's Bronkowski. John Bronkowski. But I've been 'Bronco' since fifth grade."

"Got it. 'Bronco's' about as cool as a nickname gets. That's pretty much all you need as a pickup line. Just introduce yourself and she'll be wet and weak in the knees." I said trying to keep things sexy and gauge his reaction. "You don't look like you need any help in that department though." I added in a full-on attempt to tell him he's good looking without being too obvious.

"It hasn't hurt my prospects." He said, ignoring my compliment but smiling. "Can I have another one, Heather."

"You're on a first name basis with the bartender? Impressive." I said.

"I've been a frequent flyer here lately." He said.

"That must get lonely. Or do you meet people when you're out here on the road?" I said. "I've heard stories about you businessmen on the road."

"Oh, yeah? What have you heard?" He asked, smiling again.

"You know. Girl in every port." I said. "Or guy in every port. I don't want to make any assumptions." I said.

"You know what happens when you assume?" He said, mostly rhetorically.

"Something about being an ass...and you and me." I said laughing.

"You keep talking about your ass and you're gonna get Heather all excited." He said trying to get her attention, but she was too far away.

"Heather's not exactly who I would be aiming for." I said.

"Yeah. Me neither." He said and took a long chug of his beer. "Who would you be aiming at?" He added looking around the room.

"There's definitely a couple of hotties here." I said and just stared into his eyes. He blushed and looked away as though he were looking around the bar to see who I was referring to - who else I was referring to.

"What about you? Is this one of your ports?" I asked. "You have much luck here?"

"I might get lucky." He said.

"I'm feeling pretty lucky tonight too." I said.

I was also scanning the room and I noticed Will get up. It looked like he was headed to the restroom. As soon as he was out of the bar, Cowboy man got up and left as well. I knew that was a waste of his time. Now he'll be starting from scratch.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a text from Will that read, "head back to the room. Ride 'em cowboy." I was shocked. What the fuck? How had cowboy man turned into a prospect? Then my phone buzzed again. "I win." I laughed out loud.

I texted back. "You're just ahead for round one. It's a long weekend."

"Your son?" Bronco asked.

"Um. Yeah. He makes me laugh sometimes." I lied just because it was easier. "Unfortunately, that message means I have to go, though." I looked at Heather. "Can I sign this off to my room?"

"Sure, Hon." she said and took my half-eaten plate and slid my bill and a pen to me in a black vinyl book. I signed the hotel copy and then wrote my room number and phone number on my receipt. Then I got bold and added, "nice ass" at the bottom.

"It was really great to meet you, Bronco. Thanks for making my lonely night a little friendlier. I hope you get lucky tonight." I said and slid the receipt over to him. He glanced down at it. He looked shocked and blushed but pretended not to notice it.

"You too." He said and held out his hand. I grabbed it firmly and shook it and held it just a couple of seconds too long before slowly sliding my fingers across his palm.

"Later." I said, intentionally not actually saying goodbye. I wasn't completely sure what had just happened, but I'd decided to throw a Hail Mary, so I didn't feel like my efforts were completely in vain. I walked out and looked back as I got to the entrance. Bronco was staring at me. He nodded briefly and quickly looked away.

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Part 5: Back in Our Room

"Hey, bud! You must be...the boyfriend. What his name again?" The cowboy said, speaking to me and then Will. I stopped in my tracks in the doorway to our room. "Dude, shut the fucking door!" He added loudly. I let go of the heavy hotel room door and it swung shut with a bang.

It was like a scene out of a porn video - a bad one. The guy was still wearing his tan cowboy hat and was otherwise standing in only white socks and tighty whities - and not the crisp, 2X-IST or Calvin Klein briefs that I wear. These were old, high waisted, Fruit of the Loom briefs like our dads wore in junior high when they had to change into their Bike jock straps before gym class. Cowboy's ass was small - too small to adequately fill out the fabric which was bagging slightly in the back and the leg holes sagged away from his thighs so that I could see the side of his ball sack. The front was tented out so that his waist band was pulled away slightly from his slender abs. The cowboy was lanky - not an ounce of fat on his frame. His arms were toned and sinewy. He technically had biceps and they looked like he was pretty strong, but were not the bulging guns of a beefier jock. It made me wonder what my businessman looked like in his white undershirt. I pictured his meaty biceps stretching at the clean white fabric.

Will was sitting at the end of the bed in his boxer briefs. I could see his boner bulging at the front. I felt blood rush to my groin. Cowboy was standing in front of him. Will had his right hand on Cowboy's left thigh and his left hand up on his smooth chest. He had no pecs to speak of and a couple of ribs were visible. He was fit but scrawny. It looked like I'd caught them just before things got going.

"Matt." Will said answering his question about my name. "Matt - this is Travis. Travis meet Matt. Travis is from Tulsa Oklahoma. He's in town for a wedding this weekend."

"Saturday, you won't even recognize me. I'll be wearing one of those fancy tuxedos." Travis said smiling at me. "Your...boyfriend offered to...take the edge off. Hope that's ok with you. I didn't come all this way to start any trouble between you boys."

"It's all good, Travis. We decided to...spice things up this weekend. Will here apparently decided we needed an appetizer."

"Oh, is that what I am? An appetizer?"

"You tell me. There's not a lot of meat on those bones. Are you tasty?" I said.

"You look like you just set down your guitar and are looking for your groupies." Travis said. He pulled down the front of his briefs and lodged them under his balls. Will pulled them to his knees instead. Travis brought his left hand up to Will's face and slid it back behind his neck to gently pull Will's mouth closer to his cock. His boner looked like the rest of his body - lanky. It was about 6" and slender like his body. His cockhead was shaped like an arrow, and he had low hangers that were already swinging as he moved. Will wrapped his fist around Travis's cock upside down and held it up against his pelvis while he tilted his head down to slurp up those dangling nads into his mouth. Travis moaned and tilted his head back.

I decided to join in the action. I pulled off my tee shirt over my head and unbuckled my jeans. I leaned against the bathroom door frame while I kicked off my biker boots.

"Ah. I man after my own heart." Travis said staring at my crotch. "Nice whities, man!" He added. "You're one hairy fucker too."

I stood next to them and leaned over to take his cock head in my mouth while Will still worked on his nuts.

"Fuck, yeah, boys! It's a two fer one! This is my lucky night." He said holding both of us by the head.

Will and I kissed and then traded places. Travis's scrotum was sweaty and musky. He smelled like a barn - not that I've smelled any barns, but it was earthy like an old leather saddle.

I stood up and got behind Travis and ground my boner against his skinny butt. His little ass was surprisingly hot now that he was naked. It was tight and muscular. His short little crack reminded me of Ethan. I held his butt cheeks in my hands and squeezed them. Travis moaned. I slid my fingers down between them and played with his loose sack from behind. His sack was so slack I could pull his nuts all the way back. I let them go and they swung down and hit Will on the chin. I was worried I'd actually been a little too rough with them, but Travis moaned again.

I stuck my fat cock between his cheeks and wrapped my arms around his chest from behind and dry humped against his smooth, taut frame. He continued to moan. I slid my right hand down to play with his trimmed pubes. I slid his boner between my middle and ring fingers and just rubbed his bush against my palm as I ground against his ass. I was so horny. It wasn't going to take much more than this to get me off. I needed to hold off.

"Oh, Fuck!" Travis yelled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!" He said again and unloaded his jizz unexpectedly into Will's mouth. Will pulled off and coughed.

"Aaargh - fuck!" Will said as he was hacking. He'd clearly been surprised as well. "Damn. Sorry. Caught me off guard." He added. Travis continued to thrust with his eyes closed until he just leaned all of his slight frame back against my hairy chest.

"Dayum!!" He said. "Sorry 'bout that boys. That came outta fuckin' nowhere!" He added. "No one's ever done that before." Will and I looked at one another. We weren't sure exactly what part of that he was referring to. Maybe he'd never been with two guys at once - more hands and body parts.

"No worries, Trav." Will said. "Trav?" What the fuck? An hour in the bar and he was already calling him, 'Trav'?

"Um...I gotta get going." Travis said. He pulled up his briefs and put his Wrangler jeans and pointy cowboy boots on, grabbed the rest of his clothes in his arms, and bolted.

I looked at Will. "What the fuck was that?" I asked. "I remember that feeling of freaking out as soon as I'd dumped a load - but damn. He must not have had as much experience as I'd assumed. He'd seemed like this was not his first rodeo." I laughed hard at my own joke. Will laughed too.

"Our wager didn't specify the comfort level of our..."

"Victims?" I said, finishing his sentence. He laughed harder.

"I was about to say, 'new friends', but that's another way to look at it." Will laughed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Will looked around. "Did he forget something?"

"He forgot to suck our dicks." I said.

Will laughed again. He got up and went to the door. He was still in his emerald-green boxer briefs. His cock had deflated some but was still a big round bulge and he had a silver dollar sized precum spot. He opened the door.

"Ah...shit. Just a sec." I heard Will say. I poked my head around the corner and saw my businessman standing stunned and silent. He looked like he was about to run until he saw me poke my head out of the bathroom door.

"Oh, hey, Bronco." I said. I quickly grabbed the guest robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I stepped out into the entry.

"Uh...I'm so sorry. I thought you'd be alone." He paused as though he were frozen. "I gotta go. I'm not sure why I was here to start with." He turned slowly to walk away, and I stepped out into the hallway after him.

"Wait. Don't go. We were just hanging out. Come in. We have a full mini bar. It's your last night. I'll get you a bourbon on the rocks." I was trying to make it sound like it wasn't optimal. "C'mon. Just hang out and chill with us."

"Isn't that the guy from the bar?" He asked. "Wait - were you guys on one of those apps that tell you when there's someone near?"

I had to think quickly, and I made an executive decision. "Uh...yeah. You caught me. That wasn't my son on the phone. It was this guy's profile buzzing from the app. I laughed because it was a dick pic."

"Do you even have a son?" Bronco asked now suddenly mistrustful.

"Oh, yes. Yes. Totally. That was all true. I'm here for his college tournament. I was just...you know...horny or whatever." I said. "When I said, my ex wasn't my type, I meant...you know. She didn't have a dick." I added and smiled sheepishly. I felt myself blush. Why was I blushing?

"Oh. Ok." He said, still sounding skeptical.

"Do you not do this very often?" I asked. "This is sorta new for me. I'm not very good at it. I thought you had someone in every port?"

"I never actually said that." He said.

"C'mon in. I don't want to be half dressed in the hallway." I said and gently pulled him into our room by the collar of his suit jacket. He didn't put up any resistance.

We walked into the room. Will was sitting on the bed in just his briefs, trying to find porn on the TV menu.

"This is...it's Will, right?" I said. Will's eyes got big. He'd apparently not overheard our conversation just outside the doorway. "This is Bronco. We were chatting at the bar. He recognized you and figured out that we connected on the app."

"Cool. Nice to meet you, Bronco." Will said. "So, you want to join us?" He added. "You're hot. I like it. The more, the merrier."

I was glad Will had figured it out and was playing along but that seemed a little aggressive. Bronco seemed like this was an impulsive decision and that he doesn't do this often - if ever. I didn't want to scare him away.

"Um...I'm not sure. I-" Bronco said.

I cut him off. "He's just having a drink. I invited him up for a nightcap. Then you sent me that dick pic." I said to Will.

"So what's your deal?" Will asked Bronco.

"My deal?" He asked.

"Yeah, you know. What do you like to do? You a top or a bottom?" Will asked. Jesus - calm the fuck down. He was completely misreading this.

"Maybe I should go...and leave you two to...do whatever it is you were in the middle of." Bronco said. He was still holding his bourbon though, and not actually making any attempt to get up.

"Whatever we were gonna do?" Will repeated. "We were gonna fuck. We hadn't started yet. Rock star man over here hadn't even shown me his cock yet. I only got an appetizer down in the bar. I'm hungry for the main course." I almost busted out laughing. Will had apparently decided to commit to his role play part as the horny random Grindr hook up. He didn't seem to care if he scared Bronco off. He was having fun.

"Whoa, Buddy. Let's take things a little slower. We have company now." I said, trying to calm Bronco.

"Slow things down?" Will said. "I didn't come here for shots. This ain't a frat party. I came here because I'm horny as shit and need to get my rocks off before my wife gets back from the fucking baby shower she's at right now. I don't get to do this very often. I'm on a schedule." He added aggressively. I see now what he was doing, and it was brilliant. He was playing right into the down low scenario that it seemed like Bronco might relate to. "You wanna watch? Is that your thing? I don't mind. In fact, it's kinda hot. Relax. Drink up, Buddy." Will said to Bronco. "You ready, rock star?" He directed back at me.

"Right? He is totally a rock star!" Bronco said. It appeared he was finally getting into it. "He looks like that guy from...what was that grunge band?" He paused. "Soundgarden!" Will looked at me and his eyes got big. I thought he was going to blow his cover. I smiled at him.

"You wanna see me?" I teased holding the terrycloth tie of my robe.

"Like I said. I'm on a schedule." Will said. I untied my robe and let it slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor exposing my hairy body and my fat, rigid boner.

"Nice!" Will said as if it were the first time he'd seen me naked.

"Damn." Bronco said under his breath. My cock surged with more blood at being admired and I felt my boner bounce up and down on its own.

"Turn around. I want to see that ass." Will commanded. His flaccid cock had grown to full mast as he watched me. Bronco's eyes darted between us as he sat frozen with the bourbon tumbler in one hand and his other one casually draped over the crotch of his dress pants. I knew he had to be hard inside them. I turned around so my boner was facing Bronco now. He gulped and I noticed him slyly squeeze his bulge and playing it off like he'd just casually scratched an itch down there. I reached down and played with my big balls, pulling on them to make them hang a little lower than my typical tight package.

"Fuck yeah!" Will said loudly. "Look at that fucking hairy man ass! Spread those cheeks, Bro!" I reached back and grabbed my buttocks in each hand and gave Will a better view of my crack. "Dayum! A fucking furry crack to boot!! Get on the bed. I need to get my face in between those fuckers!"

I climbed on the bed and got on all fours. I was facing Bronco and made eye contact and smiled. He tilted his glass to me and then swallowed the rest of the Amber liquid and then set the glass down on the dresser. Will pulled his boxer briefs off exposing his beautiful banana cock. His piss slit was shiny with goo. Bronco made a little grunting noise and sat forward to take off his suit jacket. Then he untucked his dress shirt. I was very happy he had decided to get comfortable. Even if all he did was watch, it would hot for everyone involved. Will grabbed my ass cheeks and dove down into my crack. I moaned as his slippery tongue hit my sensitive pucker. It had been a while since my backside had been pleasured and it felt so good. I think my eyes rolled up into my head. Then I locked eyes with Bronco. He had one hand up under his clean white undershirt and the other hand down inside his dress pants. I smiled at him, but he looked like he was in a trance.

Will got up on his knees and slid his hands under my thighs. He pulled my ass up in the air, so my feet were off the bed. I was supporting myself on my forearms while he devoured my hole. My legs were just hanging out to the sides.

"God Damn." Bronco said. I wanted to slide back and suck on Will's cock but couldn't reach it.

Will pulled his mouth off my anus and looked at Bronco. "Just fuckin' whip it out dude. Get comfortable for fuck's sake." Bronco looked up and then undid his fly and pulled his erection out. It looked average. I couldn't really see it. He was stroking pretty fast though.

Will then laid down on his back and pulled me over him so he could suck my cock. We were in a sixty- nine. My long wavy hair was completely covering Will's groin. It was getting in the way. It was in my mouth. I hate that. I looked up. My face was mostly obscured by my hair. "Hey Bronco. Can you grab me that black hair tie thing on the dresser?" He stood up holding his pants up and looked around. When he found it, he stepped toward me. I reached out for it.

"Dude, just drop trou." I said grabbing the band and twisting it around my hair to make a ponytail. Then I went down on Will's stiff dick and sucked the string of precum off of it before pushing my mouth around his shaft and swallowing him down as far as I could go.

I looked up and saw Bronco still standing at the foot of the bed. He was stroking his dick inside his pants with one hand while still trying to hold them up with the other. I pulled off and smiled at him. "Dude. C'mon. Just drop 'em. I've been dying to see you naked since I sat down in the bar." He closed his eyes as if he were debating in his head. Then he just let his dress pants fall to the floor.

"Holy shit!" I blurted out. Bronco looked panicked and then started to reach down to grab his pants again. "Stop!" I yelled. "Don't fucking move. That's so hot!!" Bronco froze and slowly stood up again. Will stopped sucking my dick and pulled off and peered around my furry ass.

"What the fuck?!" He said and literally pushed me aside and sat up to look. "Wow." He added. Bronco was standing with his dress pants around his ankles. His white undershirt had ridden up over his stomach exposing his crotch. We stared at his underwear. He was wearing dusty pink lace panties - but not women's panties. These were definitely made for a man. His bulge was tucked into a form fitting lace pouch and was cut up high on this hip bones where just a 2" wide, white, scalloped, lacy strap connected to the back. There were little white satin bows at the top of each side of the pouch which was tented out and you could vaguely see the jumble of his junk behind the mesh of the flowered lace.

"Turn around." Will commanded. Bronco complied and slowly turned to show us his big ass. Lacy panels with frilly little edges covered the top half of his solid butt cheeks. The bottom of his cheeks just hung down bare below. He was essentially wearing little lace booty shorts in the back and front was like a lace jock. They were ultra-feminine and weirdly masculine at the same time. He looked even more like a burly football player who was wearing his wife's thong - but one designed to hold and accentuate his package. I couldn't figure out why, but it was hot as fuck. I was not into cross-dressing at all. What I liked about men was that they were manly like me. They were bros. But this was different. The contrast of feminine lace made his body look even more manly - like it was wrong and begging to be released from its lacy confines.

"That doesn't look like the underwear of someone without much experience." I said. "It's hot as fuck though."

"You think?" Bronco said. "I was embarrassed to take off my pants. It was gonna be ok with just you. I'm not sure why. But I don't know him." He didn't know me either, but I decided to take that as a compliment.

"You just wear those around to your client meetings?" I asked.

"Yeah. It makes me feel more...confident. I have no idea why." Bronco said. "It's like I have a secret power or something. Like there's something they don't know about me. I know that doesn't make sense."

"Whatever works for you. It's hot as fuck for some reason." I said. "I think it's 'cause you look like such a jock otherwise. It must be the contrast."

"No shit. It IS hot as fuck." Will added. He got up - just abandoning his ass eating of me - and walked over behind Bronco. He grabbed Bronco's big butt cheeks and ran his fingers along the lacy edge of his underwear like he'd probably done hundreds of times with Michelle in her girly lingerie. "Bend over." Will said as he pushed on Bronco's back. "Spread 'em, Victoria Secret! You're about to get that lacy ass eaten." Then he pulled the lacy panties down to the floor and slapped Bronco's ass indicating he should step out of them. He tossed them on the bed and squatted down and started tonguing Bronco's crack, working his way in toward his hole.

"Oh my god!!" Bronco moaned as Will lapped at his pucker and started to tongue fuck him. "I've never..."

"You like that?" Will said, his mouth slick with spit.

"Uh Huh!" Bronco moaned in the affirmative. "That feels amazing."

Will stood up and shoved his boner against Bronco's crack. "This is one fine, fat booty, Bro. You gonna take my high hard one? 'Cause I need to blow a load or two...and I'm -"

"-On a schedule." Bronco and I both said at the same time. We looked at each other and both started to laugh.

"How 'bout I give you some head?" I asked Bronco. "How long's it been?" Bronco's stiff cock was now finally exposed. Downstairs I'd been picturing his dick as big as his shoulders. His cock was actually barely average at best. That would explain the lack of big dick energy that I'd anticipated when I first started chatting with him in the bar. His hard cock was about 5 1/2" - maybe less. I reached out and stroked it. Bronco flinched but then smiled. It was also shaped like a banana like Will's - just a smaller version and because of its size, it was hard as a steel rod. He was completely shaved - undoubtedly in an attempt to make it look bigger. He looked like a giant twelve-year-old. I slid my hand down and played with his smooth balls too.

"Since I've gotten head?" Bronco asked. "Six months, about."

"From a guy or a woman?" I asked.

"From a woman." He said a little too incredulously. "Someone from my company. At a conference in Vegas."

"How was it?" Will asked.

"Better than not getting one." Bronco said and then laughed. "Better than my ex. She had no sense of cock."

"You know who has a keen sense of cock?" I said. Bronco just looked at me. "Dudes." I said. "We all know what feels good."

"That fucking tongue shit on my ass is what feels good." Bronco said. Will tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist. He was funny. He was so not on a schedule. Where exactly did he think, he was going to once this imaginary wife got back?

"So, you ever had a guy give you head?" I asked.

"Once...back in college. One of my frat brothers." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "Long story." He added. I wanted to hear it - but Will was on a schedule.

"Did you...return the favor?" I asked. Bronco blushed.

"Did you like it?"

"I was really trashed. But, yeah. It was fun. It's been in the back of my mind ever since." He said.

"Material for the spank bank?" I asked knowing the answer even though I didn't really know.

"So many times." He confirmed.

"What stopped you from...trying it again?" I asked.

"Ah...you know. I didn't wanna be-"

"What the fuck is this? A fucking therapy session?" Will barked. I almost laughed out loud. "I'm here to bust a fucking nut. Do I need to go back down to the bar? There's gotta be someone in this hotel that wants to get off with me." Will had grabbed Bronco's lace briefs and tried them on. He climbed up on the bed and started dancing like a very bad Chippendale performer.

"Holy shit, you look hot as fuck in those." I blurted out. "Turn around." He did and I felt my cock get extra hard. Will had the superior ass among us and the lacy back of those panties looked like a super model but with a bulge peeking out between his legs when he bent over slightly.

Bronco seemed so happy that someone else was wearing them and it was Will, and he wasn't judging him for it. "Damn. Those do look pretty hot" he said.

"I look hot in anything." Will said.

"Or nothing." I added.

I dropped to my knees and started sucking Bronco's cock. Will came down off the bed and went back to work on his ass. Bronco started moaning and rocking back and forth as though he couldn't decide which end felt better. "Fuck, you weren't kidding about being better at it. My frat brother wasn't this skilled." His cock was so much fun to have in my mouth. It was so easy. I could swallow all of him without even starting to gag - and he was sooo hard.

Will and I worked on him for about five of six more minutes and then I felt his dick start to twitch and it got even harder which I didn't think was possible. I knew what was coming. I sucked hard on his head and then went down to the base and just held it there. His knees buckled and he pumped five or six forceful jets of cum into my mouth. He was almost completely silent. When I could feel he was done I pulled off and showed him his load on my tongue before swallowing it. He smiled. It was a smile of relief - like that was long overdue.

"God Damn! That was amazing. Thank you. That's by far the best fucking blow job I ever got." He confessed. I'd had a lot of practice now but was no award winner at cock sucking. This boy was far too cute to have been so deprived for so long.

"My pleasure." I said and stood up and played with his wet cock. Will was already standing and stroking. I could tell what was coming next.

"How the fuck did he get off before me? He stepped forward and lined his boner up in Bronco's crack. Bronco jolted toward me - he almost fell into me.

"I think I better go." He said. This was cool, but-"

"No fucking way." Will said. You need to just sit down and chill. I like having an audience. Have another drink." Will grabbed a tiny bottle of Jim Beam from the mini-bar and dumped it into Bronco's tumbler. "Just chill."

Bronco sat down and took a swig. It seemed to calm him down. I knew his shame had set in and he wanted to bail. Apparently, part of him still wanted to watch - or he was intimidated by Will's alpha dog role.

Will climbed on the bed, laid down and put his hands up behind his head showing off his guns and his pits. He reached one arm down and pushed his banana cock straight up at the ceiling. "Get over here, Dude. We're gonna put on a little show for him. Bronco needs to learn how to ride."

Again, I almost busted out laughing but at the same time his alpha bullshit was turning me on too. I grabbed the lube off the nightstand, straddled him and reached back to slather up my hole. I leaned forward and started making out with Will.

"Fuck." Bronco said under his breath.

I rubbed our boners together and licked his arm pit. I slid up so I could get Will's cock to line up with my furry crack and sat down so it was riding up and down between my cheeks. Then I rose up on my knees, reached back to aim his manhood at my hole and slowly let him enter me.

"God damnit, that's fucking hot as hell." Bronco said. I had my back to him. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him sitting in the desk chair, his legs spread and his hand massaging his dick again. We were gonna get him hard again. It wasn't going to take long. Will and I started fucking like we were filming a porno. It must have hot thinking we'd just met and already were so in sync with each other. I bent down again, and we made out some more while Will thrust up into my asshole. I moaned and he grunted. Bronco started to breath heavily behind us.

"Flip around. I need some reverse cowgirl. I wanna see that hairy man ass while I'm fucking." Will commanded. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He smiled back. He is so cute. I pulled up off him and swung my leg over to switch to sitting on his dick facing his feet as well as Bronco. I grabbed Will's cock again to get him realigned, then I sat down hard and grabbed his ball bag as if it were a saddle horn to steady myself. I closed my eyes and started bouncing up and down again. When I opened my eyes, Bronco was fully hard again and jacking off like he was sitting in front of his laptop watching Pornhub in his room alone. Our eyes met and he blushed. I smiled at him. Will was right, it was fun having an audience.

"You want my seed?" Will asked but it was more of a warning.

"Uh, Huh." I moaned and started bouncing up and down on him faster. His curved cock was hitting a new spot inside in this position. Why didn't we do reverse cowgirl more often at home? I didn't want it to end yet. I wasn't always in the mood to get fucked, but I was into it right now. "Let it go....I want it....you feel so fucking good."

"You got it, Bro!" Will grunted and then held his pelvis up off the bed as he filled me with his load. Once he'd put his ass back on the mattress, I pulled off slightly. I wanted Bronco to see Will's jizz dripping out of my ass down his shaft. His eyes were glued to that spot where we were connected. He started to stroke faster. I didn't want him to cum just jerking off. Before I could suggest it, Will said, "you want sloppy seconds, Bro? I got him all opened up for you."

Bronco looked shocked but I could tell he was considering it. He was horny again now.

"Do it, Man. I'm not done yet. I want more." I said to him. I got up off of Will's torso and flipped around so that I was on all fours at the end of the bed with my ass just a couple of feet away, facing Bronco's chair. All he had to do was stand up and take about two steps forward. "C'mon. Fuck me. I need your dick."

"Do it, Bro!" Will said, sitting up against the headboard, casually playing with his trimmed pubes and his deflating rod. "Time for you to give me a show."

Bronco did as he was told. He stood up and stepped up behind me. He put his hands on my furry ass. "Fuck yeah." He whispered. He pushed his cock head against my pucker. "Am I really gonna do this?" He said as though talking to himself.

"Just Fucking Do It, Bro!!" Will yelled. "Who doesn't wanna fuck a tight hole, Dude? Don't be a fucking pussy. Just fuck him already."

I could hardly have loved Will more at that moment. I know that sounds crazy. He was basically ordering a stranger to fuck his man. This kind of naked commitment to our game was impressive though. He'd left his usual inhibitions in the bar - or maybe in the car. He'd basically dared this confused motherfucker to prove his manhood by burying his boner in my ass.

Bronco wasn't about to be called a pussy. He was already at the back door. All he needed to do was bust through the door and join the party. He pushed his cock in. I was prepared and he slid right in without a hint of resistance. "Oh my fucking god!!" He yelled as he bottomed out into me. I reached between my legs and played with his smooth sac. His sensitive shaved pelvis was rubbing against my furry crack. I was full of Will's cum so Bronco slid in and out like it was the wettest pussy he'd ever fucked. "Oh, my god! Oh my god!" He kept saying. "This is fucking amazing. This is sooo tight. So much tighter than a pussy!!"

I took that cue to squeeze my hole around the base of his narrow shaft. "Uuuuuggghhh!! God damnit, that's unbelievable!!" He yelled. "Fuck Yeah!! FUCK YEAH!!" It was really fun to be giving Bronco such a new and unexpectedly erotic experience and it felt good to have a cock inside of me that wasn't stretching the limits of my hole's capacity. But it also wasn't hitting that spot that makes me like getting fucked; Will has the perfect cock - not too big, not too small. His was the Goldie locks of boners.

"You getting close again?" I asked. "You gonna add your load?"

"I'm getting there." He grunted between ragged breaths. It was his second time in an hour - maybe his third today. I felt the need to know.

"When did you cum last?" I asked.

"Um. About 45 minutes ago." Bronco replied as he was thrusting hard. I laughed which pushed his slippery boner out of my ass. He laughed too and then shoved himself back inside me. "Oh, fuck yeah." He added as he entered me again. Then he started pulling all the way out and back in again and again, moaning loudly.

"I meant before that." I said with my face in a pillow just enjoying getting slammed.

"This morning." He said. "In the shower. And last night in bed."

"You're working hard for this one then." I said.

"I'm glad it's my third round today. It's making this last longer. I don't want this to end - it feels so fucking good." He said.

"Tick Tock, boys." Will said. "I want another crack at that hole." Will said. It was hard to keep a straight face now. Then he just stands up and walks across the mattress and straddles me so that his stiff cock is right in Bronco's face while he's fucking me.

"You like that ass? You like fucking that ass?" Will asks as he slowly jacks off just inches from his mouth. Bronco nods. "Say it." He thrusts forward and taps his cock head on Bronco's lower lip and drains a string of precum on it. I can hear the wet smack. "Say it, boy."

"I like it." He says. "I like fucking this ass. It's so...sexy."

"That it is, boy. What else?" Will demanded.

"So tight." Bronco added between breaths. "It's gripping my dick...squeezing it."

"Oh, yeah?" Will said and I heard him tap his rod on Bronco's face again - smack, smack, smack. "Is his hairy pussy just milking your stiff prick, buddy?"

"Yeah." Bronco said panting. He was fucking me fast and hard.

"Take it. Take this between those little wet pussy lips." Will said in a low growl. I couldn't see it but I heard the smacking sound again. "Go ahead...suck on it. I promise you; it tastes so good." Then I heard both Will and Bronco moan and I knew he'd let Will's pretty cock head slide into his mouth. "That's it, boy. Suck it how you like it. Doesn't it taste so good?"

"Mmm hmmm." Bronco mumbled with his mouth full. "Mmmmm. Mmmmmm." He moaned in what almost sounded like a whimper. "Oh fuuuuuck! Oh my god!!" He said having obviously released Will's boner. "I'm cumming...I'm cummmmming." I felt his thrusts stop and knew he was finally unloading inside me. I backed up against his smooth pelvis and squeezed him tight. He just kept moaning. Then he started thrusting some more until he pulled out and backed away and sat back down in the desk chair, his short boner still rock hard and pointed up at his belly button.

"You just gonna leave me hanging like that?" Will said, annoyed - which seemed unnecessary. Let the dude come down from his orgasm in peace.

"Fuck me again!" I said mostly just to get him to back off Bronco. He was a little too committed to the role now.

"Hell yeah!" Will said and jumped off the bed and shoved his cock in and started jack hammering me. My ass was getting sore but it also felt good to have his bigger boner in me with so much jizz. I felt it just running down the back of my balls. The room was gonna reek of sex when the maid came in the morning.

That reminded me. We could sleep in. The tournament didn't start until 1:00 PM. We could let the maid catch us. That sounded hot. I daydreamed of our morning while Will pounded me. I finally snapped out of it when he announced he was on the verge of finishing.

"I'm gonna breed you, motherfucker!"

He'd officially gone over the top. I started to laugh. Fortunately, my face was in the pillow and my convulsions went unnoticed as he violently pumped another load in my ass. He pulled out and went straight to the bathroom.

"I gotta take a leak." Will said. Bronco and I made eye contact. I smiled and rolled my eyes. He smiled back. Will took a long, loud piss. He walked back in the room and started dressing. We just watched. We were both spent.

"That was fun boys - once things actually got started." Will said. "I gotta go shower you guys off of me before the wife gets back." Then he left. He actually left. The guy was going for an Oscar. What was he gonna do - sit in the lobby until I texted him the 'all clear' signal?

"So...that was...unexpected." Bronco said.

"We'll sort of. You did show up at my door expecting something to happen." I said.

"Yeah...I guess so." He conceded. "I wasn't expecting that though. God Damn." He paused. "Hey, did you even cum? You didn't did you?"

"Nope. Not yet. I guess the night is still young though." I smiled. "I still had a good time. Plenty to jerk off about later."

"That sucks...after all that." He said. "I feel like I owe you one. I should get you off. Your ass. God Damn, that felt good. I had no idea."

"You've been missing out." I said. "I know the feeling. It wasn't that long ago that I...discovered the same."

"How long you been divorced?" He asked.

"Almost four years." I said. "You?"

"A little over a year." He said. "How long did you wait until you...you know?"

"Sucked some dick?"

"Yeah....went for it?"

"It happened about six months after I'd been on my own. I shared custody of my son so wasn't always free. I watched a lot of porn first."

"I hear that. I watch so much fucking porn." He said shaking his head.

"What do you watch? I asked.

"Fuck. Everything. I started out watching regular porn and then bi stuff. Now I just watch guys." He blushed.

"Same. You got favorite actors?" I asked just because I'm always looking for something new and was curious what turned his crank.

"God Damn - so many." He said. "Let me think - Christian Wilde, Wesley Woods, Calvin Banks, Dante Colle, Woody Fox.

"No way! I love Woody Fox. When he had long hair and his fucking teeth and he's always sort of laughing and kissing and having fun."

"So hot, right?" He said.

We sat for a second in silence. I think we were both picturing some porn. "So...should I suck your dick?"

"Should you?" I laughed hard. "You definitely should. I'm so horny. I hadn't jerked off for days before I got here. I wanted to be horny enough to actually go for it and not lose my nerve." I lied. I wanted him to relate. "I need it. Bad."

We were both still just sitting in the room naked across from each other. I was naked on the bed, casually stroking my dick which was mostly still hard and he was still in the chair also casually playing with his flaccid dick. His was show-er. His flaccid dick was nearly as long as his stiff one. You just never know. If I'd seen him in a locker room I'd have guessed he'd be big.

Bronco smiled at me and just slid off the chair onto his knees and put his hands on my thighs. I leaned back on my elbows and he hovered his face over my crotch. He kissed my head and then licked the precum that is always leaking from my piss slit. "Yum. God damn."

"I know, right? Precum is the fucking best." I said.

"And you make so much of it!" He said and then engulfed my cock in his mouth. I hung my head back enjoying the pleasure of a warm mouth. He instinctively knew to keep his teeth out of the way.

"Fuck, yeah, Bronco. That's exactly what I need. Suck my fuckin' cock!" I said and laid down on my back and let him discover and play. I was so horned up at this point that I could cum whenever I wanted. I was just trying to hold off as long as I could. I knew this newbie's jaw wouldn't last long but I knew he wouldn't want to end right away either. "You've got a really great dick." He said as though he were suddenly a connoisseur. "So...solid." That was new one I hadn't heard. I like it.

"Thanks." I said. "I'm already pretty close."

"You want me to hold off a bit?" He asked. He was so considerate - or he already needed a break.

"Lick my balls instead." I said. He gripped my boner and held it up and looked at my nut sac like licking balls was not something he'd been fantasizing about. "Or just play with them. I love that."

"They're huge." He said as he was holding them in his palm as though he were weighing them like limes at the grocery store.

"Suck me again. I gotta cum. I can't wait any more." I said. "Don't worry I'll warn you before I squirt." Bronco slid his hand down to the base and took me in his mouth again. He went up and down, slurping up my boy juice and trying to get more and more of my shaft in. "Suck it. Like actually suck on it." I coached. He'd been just moving his mouth up and down. He slid up so just my head was still in his mouth and he sucked me like he'd gotten a blueberry stuck his straw from his Dairy Queen Blizzard. "Holy Fuck!! Yes!! Just like that!!" I yelled at the ceiling. "Suck my fucking cock!" I felt my balls tighten and got that tickle in my gut. I felt it building like a knot between my legs. This was gonna be a good one. "It's coming." I added. Bronco pulled off. "Don't stop. Don't stop yet. Stroke it." He pumped it up and down and put it back in his mouth. "Oooohhhhh fuck yeah!!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I spread my legs wide and started thrusting up in the air. "Keep stroking!!"

"God Damn!!" Bronco said. "Look at that!" He added apparently impressed with my geyser of spooge that shot out after four days of abstinence. I just laid there breathing hard for a minute.

"Holy fuck, I needed that. Thanks so much for hanging around. That was way better than whacking off by myself." I said. I felt a little guilty not waiting for Will to finish me off, but it seemed like I'd look weird not wanting to get off - and I didn't want to look weird even though I'd likely never even see him again. That thought made me sad. He seemed like fun - like someone we'd want to invite to a rebooted poker night.

I sat up and saw that Bronco had moved back into the chair and had a rock hard boner again. I liked that sucking my cock and watching me cum made him hard again. "You gonna wanna go again?" I asked looking down at his erection.

"Yeah, that got me horny again, but my dick's sore and there's no way I can cum again yet. I'm gonna have a great time spanking the monkey in my room later though." He said smiling. "This was a good time. I'm glad I decided to wonder up to the twelfth floor."

"Don't forget these." I said hanging the lace man panties from my index finger. Bronco blushed and grabbed them. He pulled them on and then got dressed and looked like a businessman again. "I hope we cross path again sometime." I said and I hugged him at the door.

"Maybe in Vegas." He said smiling and he took off down the hall to the elevators.

I texted Will. "Coast is clear. Is your wife back yet?" With a smiley face emoji.

"She's in the bar. Come back down." He texted back. "What took you so long?"

"BJ" I responded.

"Better have been him doing the work this time." He replied.

"He worked hard." I typed, then added, "literally."

"LOL"

"Be right down."

-- Part 6: Back at the Bar

The bar was completely full but Will had saved me a stool. "Did you get a souvenir?" He asked as soon as I sat down.

"A souvenir?" I said. "Like what?"

"Victoria Secret." He said. "It was the least he could do after you serviced that..." he stopped and looked around. Then he said in a much lower voice, "that...underwhelming...Johnson." He said using a term that would not perk up any nearby ears.

"You're such a...dimension...monarch." I chose my words carefully as well as to not attract any eavesdroppers. Will wasn't tracking.

"A what?"

"A big ol' size queen." I whispered in his ear. I wanted to stick my tongue in it - both for sexy fun and to annoy him. I sipped Will's beer. "I enjoyed it." Then I turned away and yelled, "Heather! Got any more IPA?" She smiled and nodded from a few feet away. She pulled on the tap and handed me another pint. I took a big sip again. "It was fun to be the biggest...men in the room for a change." I added.

"Just don't forget who's bigger." He said and clinked his pint glass against mine.

"Oh, Jesus. Then don't forget who's fatter." I said.

"I never will." He said. Then he grabbed his phone and started texting. I was annoyed. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. Will smiled. I dug it out of my jeans. "And I love you for it." He'd texted me. I felt shitty for being annoyed.

"Ditto." I said and drank another big chug. "I need to...rinse my mouth out." I said smirking.

"Yeah ya do."

"Like you should talk, ass breath." I said. Will smiled and downed the rest of his pint and point to his empty glass as Heather walked by.

"You made another new friend." She said. I wasn't sure which one of us she was talking to.

"You win the Oscar for tonight's performance. It really was something for the ages." I said.

"I'm not doing this half-assed." He said. "I came to win."

"Well everybody came." I joked.

"Everybody wins tonight." He said.

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