A few weeks went by and I didn't hear anything from Ethan. I didn't think much of it given how far away he lived from me. But after about a month of not hearing anything I decided it was time to remind him he still owed me payments. I sent him a text, and he called me back a few minutes later. He apologized, saying he'd been busy with work and all and he felt bad for not being able to arrange things, but he had a solution. He told me if I was willing to meet about half way, he would to get a hotel room and make a few payments to me in one night. I didn't necessarily have to stay the whole night but something could be arranged. I told him Friday or Saturday night was good for me so whatever, and he said he'd set it up for Friday.
The next day he gave me the address to the place so I could mapquest it, and he said to be there around eight. He would try to get there before that so he was ready for me, and he'd text me the room number when he was there. I left around quarter after 7, allowing myself a little extra time. At 7:30 exactly he texted me, room 37. I was starting to feel a little nervous. In a hotel room, anything could happen. I didn't know if he had ideas to take it further now or what, but I planned on staying the whole night if he did.
I finally found the hotel and pulled into the lot. 7:55, good timing. I called him and told him I was here, and he told me where the room was. I went up and knocked, noticing the "Do not disturb" sign on the door. I was a little more enticed. He opened the door, and I was knocked back. He was in formal attire, short of a tuxedo. Black slacks neatly pressed, white collared shirt with a blue tie, black dress shoes, the whole nine yards. I was stunned. "Look at you!" I proclaimed as I made my way into the room. "I didn't know this was formal, I feel underdressed. "Don't," he said as he shut the door behind me, locking it. "I just felt like doing this, for fun." "Well its certainly got me turned on, how did you know I liked men in suits?" "Lucky guess," he said with a sheepish smile. I sat on the bed, looking around at the ambient lighting.
"Do you need to freshen up at all?" he asked, motioning towards the bath room. "No, I'm fine." He approached me, kneeling down in front of me and the bed, and his face was still level with mine. He placed his hands at the top of my legs, more like around my waist. He leaned in and put his face close to mine, our fore heads touching. What was he doing? He seemed to be taking it to the next level. He put his lips on mine, and I gave in. I didn't want it to go this far but I wanted it so bad I didn't care anymore. I kissed him back, our tongues becoming one. My hands raised to just below his shoulders. He began pulling at my shirt, and I broke from our kiss as he lifted it over my shirt. I began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and he undid the tie so the collar could match it.
Using his body he pushed me back onto the bed, our lips still locked. He broke away and stood up, allowing me to swing my legs up onto the bed. I could finally see an outline of something in his pants, but with the black fabric there wasn't much. He climbed onto the bed with me. Swinging his long legs wide, he straddled my waist with his, sitting his ass right on my cock which was now close to full mast. He leaned over me and went back to kissing me. I grinded my cock along his ass and taint as he moved his lips and tongue down to my neck and slowly down my chest, sucking on my nipples as he made his way down my abs to my waist, moving his body backwards as he did so.
He undid my belt and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor. My cock was straining, but I didn't want just a blowjob this time. He undid the button and zipper, pulling the flaps apart to reveal the boxers I was wearing. He pulled them down before throwing those too onto the floor. Turning back to me, he looked down at my crotch, my raging cock clearly tenting my boxers. He slid his hand up the boxer leg, massaging my balls. He grabbed my cock and pulled at it a bit. He popped it through the slit. Leaning forward, he licked the head, and then proceeded to take all of it into his mouth. Working a nice steady pace, he worked my cock as good as he had any other time. I loved the feeling of his tongue but I wanted more.
He broke away and sat back a second, pulling my boxers off and tossing them aside. Coming back down, he grabbed my cock at the base with his left hand and began sucking my balls. I was in heaven. Taking them both into his mouth, he slowly stroked my cock, and I was almost ready to burst. I decided to take matters into my own hands. When he came up for air from working my sack, I stopped him. "This doesn't seem very fair," I said. He looked at me quizzically. "What's not fair?" he asked. "I'm lying here, naked, getting worked over while you're still almost fully dressed!" at this point all he'd taken off was his shoes. He sat back on his knees. I pulled my legs up and kneeled in front of him. "We have all night, let's both enjoy some fun," I said as I pulled him closer to me.
I took his buttoned shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. He had on a white wife beater which stuck to his torso nicely. His large arms flexed as he brought them back from me taking off his shirt. I reached down, pulling his tee up, and he lifted his arms. Taking in his chest, he had nice, chiseled abs and defined pecs, but not ripped like mine, more of a swimmer's build. He had a nice, defined V around his hips that led you-know-where. I was at the peak of arousal and couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to see his cock, feel it, taste it. I pulled him to me, both of us up on or knees on the bed. I kissed him, my right hand wrapped around his head. Reaching down with my left, I undid his belt, pulling it out and throwing it to the side. I undid the sliding button and pulled the zipper down. His fly now open ad the pants falling a few inches with their new slack, I reached further still for his cock, and that's when everything changed.