The Bartender

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I was on my semiannual trip through the Midwest to meet and coach individual members of our sales team. I took an early flight to Chicago, rented a car and drove the four plus hours to St. Louis. I'm not a huge fan of St. Louis. Nothing bad about the place, just not a town for me.

I met with our rep for a couple of hours. I bade her goodbye and back in the car headed to Indianapolis.

I may not be a fan of St. Louis, but I loathe Indianapolis. The only reason I was rushing to get there, was so I could get out of there just as quickly. I rolled out of St. Louis about 5:00 PM, and with traffic, I got to Indianapolis around 9:30 PM.

The travel office had booked me in a nice hotel downtown. It seemed like a waste as I got there so late and would be out in the morning, but I am not complaining.

It was The Alexander. I am not sure how to describe the rooms. They were both very nice and very Spartan It looked like Marie Kondo went shopping at Ikea.

As I pulled in front of the hotel, a young man dashed to open my door and take my car to the garage. With the build of a young athlete, his chest strained the button on his crisp white shirt. I am perpetually horny, but this guy was a little extra. I could feel my cock jump, as I began to calculate the last time, I had sex. It was a little less than a week, but man, I needed it.

I checked in and asked about the hotel restaurant. They stopped serving in about ten minutes, but the bar would be opened to serve for a couple more hours.

Making small talk, I told the clerk I had been driving all day. She began typing on the computer and said she they had a suite available if I would like to upgrade. I declined, telling her it all went through corporate, and I didn't want the hassle of explaining. She smiled, "It's late, what if it's on us?"

"Does anyone ever turn that down?"

She smiled again as she handed me my key card and wrote on the little folder how to access Wi-Fi.

I set off for my room, er, suite!

It was fantastic and I had a great view of the city at night.

The valet ran through my mind, and I could feel my cock jump in my pants. I decided to put an ad online and see what happened. I could certainly host!

I confirmed the ad was posted and took a moment to quickly shower and prepare for some fun. I headed down to the bar to grab a quick bite and maybe a couple of drinks.

I entered the bar and noticed it was empty.

The bartender appeared and I asked if they were still open. He said "I am here for another three hours. What can I get you?"

"Let's start with a menu."

"Great," he said. "Let me know if you have any questions."

I stared at the menu briefly. I saw a list of fancy cocktails, and a slew of dishes described in great detail.

"What would you get?"

"Pardon?"

"Is there anything on the menu you aren't tired of and would order?" I asked.

"I am a vegetarian, so I may not be able to recommend to suit you."

"No, I like vegetables. Just looking for something good."

He smiled and suggested a rustic dish with quinoa and root vegetables, with a side of the balsamic Brussel sprouts.

As he smiled, I began to take him in.

"That's great." I said as I folded the menu.

"And to drink?" he asked.

"I don't know, how about you mix me a drink that will go well with that?"

"Absolutely!"

He turned to enter the order and it gave me a moment to really do a once over. He was definitely a hipster, and a hot one.

His hair was longer but pulled back in a top knot. He wore a tweed vest under this complicated apron, and his pants were tight without being actual skinny jeans. He wore a tie that was perfectly tied, and his sleeves rolled up to just past his elbows. He wasn't super thin, but you could tell by the cinched apron around his waist, he was fit.

He turned back, saying, "Now, for the good stuff."

He struck a match and blew it out, then turned a whiskey glass upside down over the match to catch the smoke. Over the next 60 seconds, he was slapping herbs, grating citrus peels, and pouring jiggers of various potables.

Using a shaker, he held the glass at eye level and began shaking the hell out of it. This move made his biceps swell in his upper sleeves.

I had not noticed at first, but this guy was sexy as fuck.

He flipped the whiskey glass upright and placed a massive ice cube in the glass and poured the concoction over it. He garnished it with thyme. He slid the glass in front of me and said, "Enjoy."

I lifted the glass to my nose and smelled it first.

Heavenly.

I put the glass to my lips and tasted this smoky, spicy cocktail that truly was one of the best I have ever had.

"Damn! That is incredible!"

"Glad you like it!"

"Like it? I want to chug it!"

"Go ahead. There's more where that came from." he winked at me.

"You can go ahead and put in another one of those!"

"Sure thing, then I will check on your meal and return to make it."

He disappeared through a side door, and I could not help but notice his ample ass in those jeans.

I took another taste of my cocktail and mumbled, "Damn, I need to get laid."

The door pushed open as he backed through it carrying two plates that resembled more architecture than food.

He left the food and went to making another cocktail for me.

The meal was incredible. Those Brussel sprouts were some of the best food I have ever had.

He had busied himself while I ate, and there were no other patrons.

He flipped a towel over his shoulder and leaned back against the counter.

"Is it always this slow?" I asked.

"No, we get hopping Thursday thru Saturday, but Mondays are always quiet."

I finished my second cocktail and pushed the glass towards my empty plates.

"I should get out of here so you can close."

He cleared the plates into a grey bin, and said, "No, I have to stay open whether you're here or not. It's nice to have the company."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!" he said as he extended his hand, "My name is Henry."

I shook his hand, "I'm Joe."

"Easy to remember!" he said.

"Yeah, you don't meet many guys your age named Henry. Is it a family name?"

"I'm a fifth generation Henry. But we all have different middle names, so I am not Henry the Fifth!" he laughed, "Can I get you another drink?"

"Those were great, but I may want to switch it up."

"Switching it up can be fun. Let me run these dishes to the back while you look at this drink menu."

He was back in no time, "So what did we decide?"

"I don't know. I'm a simple guy. The most exotic I get is a jack and coke."

"I can do that if you want?"

"No, how about you make me your favorite cocktail."

"That changes with the season but let me see what I can do."

As he grabbed bottles and rubbed things on the rim of the glass, I realized I was pretty much gawking at him. I was mesmerized as he did something he was clearly good at.

It didn't take liquor to make Henry sexy, but with every sip, my inhibitions lessened.

He set down another whiskey glass with a seasoned, fresh apple garnish. It was good, but a lot sweeter than I usually drink.

I finished the drink and we chatted.

I'm not certain, but I think he was a little offended when I switched to plain bourbon on the rocks.

As he poured my next drink, I noticed he had a couple of random tattoos on his forearms.

One read "Sarah."

I asked who she was.

"A mistake I made my sophomore year at Ball State."

I laughed.

"Seriously. We argued all the time. I was sure if I got her name on my arm she would know I was serious. We broke it off two weeks after I got the tattoo."

"Ah, too bad." I said.

"No, it was the best thing for us both. You wanna hear the crazy part?"

"Of course!"

She spelled her name without an H', and it bugged the hell out of me. After we broke up, I would look at the name and get pissed. I realized part of it was because it didn't have an H'."

Again, I laughed as I sipped my bourbon.

"So, I asked my buddy who did it, what it would take to do a new tattoo over it. He said about $350 to do it well. I'm like, $350?' How much to add an H'? He agreed to do it for $25." He paused.

"She may live on my arm forever, but at least it's spelled right!"

"Life is a learning experience."

"Ain't that the truth! She taught me exactly what I didn't want."

"I'm sure you moved on quickly."

"Actually, no. I took some time off from partying, got my grades up. Tried to figure some things out before I put myself back out there."

"So, what did you learn?" I asked.

"Um..."

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that. I shouldn't have even asked it." I apologized.

"No, it's okay. I learned life is not black and white. I learned that no matter how much you want something to work, if it ain't based in truth, it's going to fail."

"Good lesson to learn early on I guess!" I said.

I felt my phone buzz and suddenly remembered my ad for some fun.

I checked my phone and I had three responses. I looked at them quickly.

One was from a guy who wanted car sex, and the other two asked if I was "generous."

Looks like no fun for me.

"You look like you got bad news?" Henry asked.

"Not at all, just work stuff."

"They message you at midnight?" he asked.

"Sometimes."

"That must get old."

I started to wrap things up, "I think this is going to be my last one. I have some work to knock out and it's already late."

"Too bad, I'm enjoying the company."

"Me too," I said, "but duty calls!"

I wasn't lying. Henry was a good-looking man, easy to talk to, and made a mean drink. But our conversation had wandered into personal areas, and I wanted to exit before the spotlight turned on me.

"Do I settle up here, or can you just charge the room."

"I can put it on your room."

"I'm in 715."

"You're in one of the suites! Can't beat that."

He tapped on the screen a few times and then turned with my receipt.

He reached out his hand to shake and said, "It's been a pleasure, Joe. Hope I didn't talk you ear off."

"No way! You made a gloomy Monday night a bit brighter." I said as I realized we were still holding each other's hand.

As I turned to walk away, Henry said, "Hope to see you again!"

"Me too!"

I made my way through the lobby and to the bank of elevators. The valet was there and flirting with the front desk clerk. They were both giggling, and it quickly reminded me how horny I was.

I entered the suite, kicked off my shoes and went to open the curtains wider for a better view of the city. I unpacked the laptop to see if anymore messages had come in. If all else failed, I could find some dirty porn and take care of things myself.

There was one more message from a guy who wanted to host, and I wasn't interested to roaming all over Indianapolis for some dick.

I changed into some workout shorts and a t-shirt. I sleep naked, but I don't feel comfortable walking around a hotel room buck naked. I went in my toiletries bag and took out my poppers.

When doing it myself, I like to take my time, really relax, and enjoy the moment.

I settled back on the sofa and began searching for something to watch. I like dirty porn. If I am going with a fantasy, why not go all the way! I fixed on one that started as a gangbang. The participants didn't seem to want to wait their turn and it quickly became an orgy of wild abandon.

My cock began to grow.

I like how obscene my hardon looks free balling in these shorts.

The screen was filled with Daddy-types, older guys, not the fraternity twinks that most porn seems to focus on. These men were working themselves into a frenzy of rutting and sucking.

I pulled my waist band and hooked it under my balls, giving my shaft a squeeze.

Just as I reached for the poppers, I heard a knock at the door.

A glance at the clock showed it was 1:15 AM-- someone had the wrong room. I waited a moment, and the knock came again. I pulled my waistband back up and walked towards the door.

I said, "Hello?"

"Room service!'

"Wrong room. I didn't order room service."

"Room service."

I looked through the peephole in the door.

There stood Henry. He was holding up a bottle of bourbon, and his other arm was clutched around an ice bucket.

I opened the door with a smile.

I could tell that as I opened the door, Henry began panicking and apologizing. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done this. I can go if you want."

"It's fine..."

"Seriously, I should go, I could get fired for this. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's all good. I'm glad you stopped by. Just get in here."

Henry stepped in the room, and I took the ice bucket out of his hands and sat it on the table near the sofa and asked, "How's it going?"

"I'm sorry, Joe. I don't know what I thought. I enjoyed our chat and you said you would be up. I'm an idiot."

"Stop! I'm glad you came by. I enjoyed our chat as well."

"I thought if you were working you may want another drink."

"That's great. Let me grab the glasses."

I walked into the bathroom to get two of the short glasses off the vanity. I came back around the corner, and Henry was sitting on the sofa with a slack jawed look on his face. There in front of him was my open laptop.

"Holy shit! I am so sorry! I was...I um... Fuck! I hit pause and answered the door. I am so sorry. "I moved to close the laptop.

He sat forward and said he was sorry, "I should have called the room. I feel so stupid."

"Stop, please! I'm the one who should apologize. I'm glad you stopped by. Please! Pour us a drink and relax."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Now pour! We can chalk that up to world's most awkward ice-breaker."

Henry handed me a glass and I sat down in the chair next to the sofa.

There was an awkward silence. "Well, that escalated quickly!" I cracked.

Henry actually did a bit of a spit take, "Yes it did!"

We both laughed and he said, "I mean, we all do it!"

"You're too polite!"

So did you finish your work or was that it?" nodding to the laptop.

"Yes, I had a few emails to respond to, and since the laptop was out...."

"I get ya..."

"This was nice of you," I said, raising my glass.

"I was enjoying our conversation. I promise I've never gone to a guest's room before."

"I'm not judging."

"I'm serious. In fact, I'm kind of shocked I'm sitting here now."

"I appreciate it. This is good stuff."

"It's Whistlepig 12 year. It's good, but no Pappy Van Winkle."

"Ah, so you know your whiskeys," and with that I reached across to toast him.

Henry was sexy in a very unconventional way. I couldn't help but imagine him being dirty like the men in that video. He had this energy that I am not sure he was even aware of.

"You didn't tell me much about yourself downstairs," he asked.

"I'm single. Sometimes, too single as you saw."

"Ha!"

"My work keeps me on the road, but I love it. I love the adventure of meeting all sorts of folks from all over. It seems everyone has a story."

"And you're...." Henry said as he nodded towards the laptop.

"A chronic masturbator?" I said laughingly.

"Funny. You're into guys?"

"Yes, I'm gay. What about you?" I asked, still unsure of where this was leading.

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't know."

"C'mon!"

"I'm serious! I date women, but nothing ever seems to flick my switch. I can have sex with them, and of course it feels great, but it does nothing for me at the same time."

"Ever been with a guy?"

"I had a dude kiss me once. As soon as I realized what was really happening, I pushed him away."

Henry sat forward on the sofa, "I don't mean this towards you, but I don't want to be gay. I want to be normal.... Not that you're not normal. I just don't want to deal with all of the stuff around it, and I don't even know if I would like to be with a man."

"Wow."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said `normal'"

"It's alright, I know what you meant. I said `wow' because I had forgotten all it took to be okay with it."

"I don't know why I came here. I shouldn't have come here. I think I am going to go."

"You're welcome to go or stay-- totally up to you. But are you sure you don't know why you came here?" I asked.

"I should go."

"Okay, but tell me first, what made you come up here?'

"I enjoyed chatting with you. You seem to know things."

"But why come up here?"

"I mean...I sensed you might be gay. I thought I might ask you some questions. We don't ever have to see each other again. That makes us free to be honest. But now I just feel like an idiot."

"Jesus, Henry. You gotta stop feeling bad. I'm glad you stopped by."

I moved to get ice and another whiskey. I noticed the ice bucket was leaking, "I'll be right back, I am going to set this in the sink, so we don't have a wet mess."

I came back, but this time I sat on the sofa and poured us both another round.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"I don't know. I don't even know what I should ask."

"Are you attracted to men?"

"I guess."

"What about women?"

"I like women."

"I asked if you are attracted to them? Or do you date them to avoid folks asking questions?"

"Um, probably that."

"Do you fantasize about men?" I asked.

"Dude! Don't ask me that!"

"Okay, okay!" I said, "You mentioned you didn't want to deal with being gay. What parts of being gay do you not want to deal with?"

"Telling everyone."

"Why do you have to tell anyone? Live your life and let them live theirs. The people who love you do not want you to spend your life being lonely because you are afraid they may not like who you love. And, yes, there will be those who feel you are obligated to their opinion. At some point, a half-assed religious nut is going to look at you and say they hate the sin but love the sinner. And when they do, clasp your hands and shout, `Yes! That is exactly how I feel about people judging others.'"

"I know. I know! But do you ever get to stop explaining?"

"Yes. Especially if you don't start explaining to begin with."

"But people will ask..."

"And when they do you need to have a standard response that shuts that shit down."

"What's yours?"

"If someone I am not having sex with asks about my sex life, I usually say, `I appreciate you asking, but it makes me really uncomfortable when you tell me that you've been thinking about my penis.'"

Henry laughed out loud, "Wow!"

We sat there quietly for a moment or two and Henry shifted on the sofa turning more towards me. He was looking me straight in the eyes.

"Henry, I don't know if it's age or experience, or both, but you will come to realize there are a billion people in China that do not give a damn. You have to find your peace and happiness. Those who love you will love seeing you happy. Those who don't, will eat themselves alive every time you smile."

Henry leaned towards me, then sat back up straight.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I was going to ask if I could kiss you," Henry said softly.

"Yes, you can kiss me."

We leaned towards one another, and his pursed lips met my mouth. He gave me a peck on the lips and went to move back. I stayed forward and he leaned back for another kiss. As he pulled back the second time, I said, "Let me."

I took the back of his head in my hands and pulled him forward. I began to kiss him and slowly used my tongue to push his lips apart. My tongue moved past his lips and met his. We swirled our tongues around one another. He moaned softly, and I pulled back.

Henry said, "Wow. That was nice....and hot."

I smiled and he asked, "Can I touch you?"

"I appreciate you asking, and consent is important, but dude, you have my permission to do what you want to do and if I don't like it, I will ask you to stop. How's that?"

His hand moved to my bare knee, and he leaned back into me, this time with an open mouth.

While there was a sweetness to his efforts, there was also raw sexuality.

As we kissed and wrestled with our tongues, I moved to one knee on the couch. I reached over Henry to put one hand on the sofa arm and the other on the back pillows. My efforts pushed Henry to lean back with me over him. He had one hand on my chest and the other on my shoulder. I broke our kiss momentarily, and Henry said, "I don't know what to do."

"Yes, you do! Do what you want and what feels good. There is no manual for this," and I returned to his full lips.

I kissed from his lips to his cheek back to his ear and down to his neck. He was moaning in pleasure.

"Damn! That feels good!" he breathed.

I used the scruff of my stubble to tickle his neck. I know that drives me wild so I thought he may enjoy it. His arms wrapped around my torso, and I felt him pull me into a real hug. The sweetness of the moment shifted as we began to grind into one another.

Henry released the embrace, and I felt his hand pulling up my shirt and his hands made electrical contact with my skin. One hand was stroking my back while the other slipped just under the waist band of my shorts and he pulled me in harder.

I pulled my head back, "Let's move to the bed."

"Yeah."

I stood and helped pull him up. I turned him towards the bedroom suite.

"You need to lose some of those clothes," I said as we entered the room.

"You still have yours on," he said as he walked toward the side of the bed.

"You sure?" I said as I dropped the shorts behind me.

Henry turned, laughing, "Damn! That was quick."

As he turned, I gently pushed him towards the bed.

"I can't take my clothes off laying here!"

"Let me show you!"

I lifted one leg and pulled his shoe off, then the other. I began pulling on his pants leg and he unbuttoned the top to make it a little easier.

His bare legs emerged, very defined muscles and covered in dark hair.

"Jesus, is everyday leg day?"

"I use my bike to get everywhere. It helps," Henry said as he pulled his shirt and undershirt over his head in one tug.

He laid there in a pair of Diesel briefs that clung tightly to his body, "What now?"

"You're not done," I said as I bent forward and grabbed those briefs pulling them down and over his feet.

Instinctively, he cupped his hands over his cock and balls.

"You do that!" I winked as I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs back to reveal a beautiful furry ass. Lifting more, I bent down to lick his ass, and took a nibble of his ass cheek.

"Uuugh! Oh my God! What was that?" Henry groaned.

"You mean this?" I said as I moved back to tongue his hole, licking up to his balls.

Henry shuddered, "God! You gotta stop! I'll cum."

"That's the point!"

"Not yet, it's too quick."

I kept his legs pushed back, gently kissing his perineum, teasing him with my tongue. One at a time I took his balls into my mouth before releasing them and tracing the length of his cock to his flared head. Henry was uncut and the purple tip was leaking precum as it peeked through the stretched hood.

I took his cock into my mouth, running my tongue under the hood and around the head, savoring the salty treat. Using my lips to push back the foreskin, I took the exposed head all the way in my mouth, caressing every millimeter of it with my tongue.

Henry's moaning was an incredible motivator.

He was writhing in pleasure and when I took his head in my mouth, I felt his hands on the back of my head wanting me to take more-- I did. I slowly eased his cock deeper, taking him to the root. I could feel his hard shaft pulse as the head reached the very back of my throat.

As I pulled up, his cock left a wonderful trail of precum on my tongue. I looked up to see Henrys eyes shut tightly with his head thrown back. I climbed over him and met his mouth with mine. Our tongues wrestled as just a couple of feet away our hard cocks rubbed and ground against the other.

Henry put an arm around my neck and began kissing me wildly. The way you kiss when you want to consume your partner in lust. Raw, dirty passion at a feverish pace type of kissing. This is the kissing that I have only ever done with a man. It is forceful-- tongues and teeth almost gnashing. Stubble on scruff--an abrasive desire-- a reminder that you are with a man.

Henry rolled me to my side then on my back. He twisted himself quickly so that he was straddling my chest. He reared back, arms at his side and an amazed look on his face. He smiled widely and said, "I guess you know why I stopped by."

I wrapped one arm around him, pulling his ass forward and with my free hand, I took hold of his shaft and pulled it towards my mouth.

"Fuck my face!" I demanded.

He sat there a moment, and I repeated, "Fuck my face!"

He placed his arms over my head and stretching back his legs, I helped guide that cock to my wanting mouth. I leaned forward with my head, taking the tip. Henry did not move.

I released his cock, "I said, `fuck my face' and that's what I want you to do!" I pulled his ass down and towards me and he became to gently pump his hips.

"That feels incredible!" Henry said.

I grunted a "Yes." To encourage him and pulled harder on his ass.

"I'm afraid I will choke you if go harder."

I replied, "That's what I want."

With that Henry began to pull out to the tip and push his cock a little bit deeper. The better it felt, the more he moved with abandon. He soon lost himself and was moaning with each thrust. He was passing the gag reflex and churning up that thick saliva that good head creates.

Without warning he pulled out and fell to the side, "I don't want to cum and you keep me right on the edge," Henry breathed.

I turned to kiss him, "That's the point!"

I was turning to sixty-nine with him and the room lit up with a flash of lightning, followed by thunder and the patter of rain beating on the bedroom window.

"Shit! Fuck my life!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I ride my bike to work, and now Ill have to ride home in the rain."

I began laughing, "Are you in a hurry to leave? You can crash here."

"I don't want to make this weird." Henry said while scrunching his nose.

"It's only weird if you make it weird. Besides, I like weird!" and with that I returned to his softening cock. Taking him deep as I positioned my body over his. He took my own cock in his hand, giving me a few strokes before guiding me into his mouth.

I took it easy on his inexperienced throat. He began to mimic my movements and we were soon moaning in unison.

I could sense Henry was getting close and I began to double my efforts. I wanted to taste his seed badly.

He suddenly brought his knees up and this near fetal position prevented my efforts on his cock.

"Oh my God! You almost got it that time."

"Why do you keep stopping me?" I asked.

"I don't want you to think I am some minute-man." Henry replied.

"We don't have to stop at once! I just want you to feel good. If you cum too soon, and I don't know what that is, it only makes the second time more fun."

I turned again, and we were face to face once again. I put an arm under Henry's head and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues wrestled once more.

Henry broke the kiss, saying, "I want to try it all."

"All?"

"You know what I mean."

"There is no `all.' It's different with every partner."

"Right, but I want to try the other stuff," Henry said, halfway asking.

I knew where he was going, but you cannot be mad at me for having a little fun.

"What other stuff? We are doing it all."

"I know you know what I am talking about!"

"I don't!" I said with a grin, "tell me!"

"I want to do the.... you know!" he said as he blushed.

"Just tell me!" I insisted.

"C'mon! I want to... I'd like to.... Fuck! I want to do butt stuff!"

I fell back in laughter.

"Why is that funny? Stop! That's not funny!" Henry claimed.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" I said catching my breathe, "I just had my tongue in your ass and now you said `butt stuff' and made it sound so innocent."

"And you wonder why I didn't want to say it!"

"No, no! I am sorry! I wasn't laughing at you. I think your newness is sweet. I like that you said `butt stuff.'" I kissed him again.

I think his feelings were really hurt for a moment.

I began playing with his nipples and kissing, well, pecking him on the lips. He quickly forgave me, and we began full on tongue fucking one another's mouths again. I moved down his jaw line and to his neck, making sure my stubble left that electric trail. I began to kiss his ear and take the lobe in my mouth. He was mumbling how good it felt.

The storm continued outside, and the flashes of lightning made it that more interesting.

With my mouth on his ear, I said quite softly, "Tell me what you want to do." I was darting my tongue and using the scruff of my chin. My own ears are so sensitive, I hoped his were as well.

"Tell me! Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck me? Whatever it is, let's do it!"

Henry was writhing around the bed, nearly wrestling with the passion he felt.

"I want to fuck you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want to fuck you. But I'm not sure I know how."

"I can teach you, but I know you will be fine."

"What do I do?"

"When you're fucking, you have to listen. Things can get wild, but you still have to listen if you want your partner to have as much pleasure as you.

"Stay here." I said.

I moved from the bed and went to my open suitcase. I retrieved my bottle of lube.

This is not how I thought my night was going to pan out, but I am glad I did a little prep before dinner.

I returned to the bed and laid the lube down beside us. Henry picked it up, "What is `Cum Lube'?"

"It's just a type of lube. It has the look and feel of cum. I think cum as lube is dirty hot, so I like this stuff."

"Hmmm, dirty hot."

I instructed Henry to lie back. I knelt beside him. I took some lube in my hand and rubbed them together to warm it up. I lifted his cock and wrapped both hands around it. I began squeezing his cock, as if in pulses.

His moans told me we were on the right track.

I added a little more lube, and began to slowly, if not slightly, move my hands up and down his shaft. I was squeezing tightly, but not enough to be painful.

"Oh, fuck!" Henry cried out.

A little more lube and I began fisting his rod a bit faster.

Henry was humping my hand, thrusting into my fist.

I pulled my hands a way and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. Henry was raging hard, and the foreskin was pulled back exposing this beautiful purple bulb! I ran my tongue in a few circles and pulled off.

I added a bit more lube to his hard cock. I like it sloppy when using this cum lube. I moved to straddle him.

"Do you have a condom?" Henry asked.

"I don't. I'm tested regularly. If you're okay with it..."

I could feel Henry vaguely humping the air.

I reached behind me and stroked Henry's slick cock a couple of times and began to point it to my hole.

I used my hand to rub his cock against my ass, spreading a little lube. I knew it would take more and I used the bottle to squirt a nice amount into my right hand and reached behind to work my eager hole.

Henry stared up at me with this face of wonder.

"I want you in my ass! I want you to fuck me hard!" I repeated as I took hold of his cock and aimed it for my hole. I could feel the pressing and I knew enough to breathe deep and push out. I applied some weight and felt his head pass that tight ring.

I paused and took a few deep breathes.

"Are you okay? Should we stop?" Henry asked.

"Fuck no!" I growled.

I began a slight rocking motion, acclimating Henry's shaft to its new home.

I felt at ease and I began to sink further down his cock. Henry's eyes rolled back in his head and he was trying to say something but could only spit out disparate syllables.

I placed a hand on each of his pecs and began the up and down of this new intimacy. Henry was nearly frozen.

I sank as far as I could and paused. My head thrown back as I felt his rod press on my prostate. My own cock was leaking profusely.

I felt Henry's hands begin to rub my torso and tweak my nipples. This guy was a fast learner.

He used his finger to swipe at a pool of precum I left on his stomach and quickly brought it to his mouth.

As he moaned an "Mmmmm!" I raised and bounced down again. I made that motion a couple of more time, but on the third, I felt Henry buck up as I descended. He began fucking me with more power on each upward thrust.

The room was filled with my guttural grunts as he bottomed out on each thrust. My own cock was bouncing wildly, slapping his stomach and leaving strings of precum on every upward sway.

My eyes were closed tightly as I rode that man and he alternated between left and right as he pinched my nipples.

My shut eyes prevented me from seeing Henry shift. He tossed me sideways.

I came off his cock and felt an immediate emptiness.

Henry stood and grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. My ass hung just beyond the corner of the hotel mattress.

Henry lifted my legs back up and I moved them to his shoulders. He aimed for my hole and planted his cock deeply in one fell swoop.

I may be Henry's first man, but he has clearly fucked before. He began to move his hips in a circle. He made sure his cock was caressing every nerve ending in my ass. It was my turn to be lost in bliss.

With closed eyes, I had one arm behind my head and the other I used to rub his abdomen.

Without even meaning to, I began flexing my hole.

"That's it! Squeeze my cock, Joe!

"Fuck, yes! Work that hole!"

Henry was no longer shy. He was driven by wanton ecstasy.

I could feel Henry's mouth on my lower leg. I opened my eyes to see him running his tongue along my inner calf.

"Jesus! You are salty!" he claimed as he continued to tongue my leg. The extra sensation was almost too much.

Henry took my legs and pushed forward, placing the bottoms of my feet on his pecs. He began pistoning in and out of me.

The sounds of sexual abandon filled the room.

Henry picked up the lube and pulled his cock back. He dispensed a line of cum lube onto his shaft, and then moved to run a line up the underside of my hard cock.

As he pushed forward, I could feel the sloppiness of our fuck. I also felt his hand grasp my dick and begin to fist it. Between the sloshing in my ass, and the fapping sound from his hand job, I was delirious.

I don't even know how long this lasted.

I suddenly realized Henry had allowed my legs to drop and rest on the bed as he leaned forward and madly began to fill my mouth with his tongue. His hand never left my cock, and I abruptly began spurting volley after volley of cum between our bodies, coating both his hand and our touching abdomens.

But Henry wasn't finished.

Again, he reared back, and I returned my legs to his shoulders.

There began a torrent of rain beating on the windows and Henry matched the force of the storm as he pummeled my ass.

We both began a constant vibrato moan that rose with each thrust.

I reached my right hand to his left nipple and pulled hard.

"Cum in me baby! Cum in me!"

My eyes locked on his and his face contorted as that load began its journey from his balls to my ass.

He somehow quickened his pace and began a rising groan.

His hands replaced my own in pulling at his nipples and I felt him flinch and shiver multiple times.

The groan lessened to a whimper as my legs fell from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of me.

Our lips met and we kissed deeply for a moment.

I moved to turn him to his back and move down his body.

His cock was still hard and sloppy with lube and cum. I slurped at his shaft before taking it deep, savoring the taste of our encounter. For a moment, I could feel Henry soften. That subsided quickly as my mouth returned him to immediate attention.

I released his cock from my mouth and gave it a gentle kiss.

I moved up where our faces met, and we kissed again, briefly.

"That was incredible! Thank you!" Henry said.

"Jesus! Don't thank me! I enjoyed it just as much as you did!"

We laid there in silence for a few minutes. Our hands found themselves gently stroking one another's body.

I shifted myself in the bed. Henry reacted, "I should probably go. I didn't mean to keep you up the whole night."

"Do me a favor Henry. Pull that cover and shut the fuck up!" I replied as I crossed his torso with my arm and snuggled in next to him.

Henry laughed, "Okay," and pulled the comforter over us both.