The Thunderbird Hotel 2
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This is an all new story. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
By the next morning I was a full fledged member of the Traveling Bears Club. I had filled out the application, was interviewed and had been through the initiation ritual in a single night. I had sucked and fucked my way into membership. I had never done anything remotely like this before, but after a half hour it seemed as if sex with a bunch of hairy men I had never met before was the most natural thing in the world.
In a sense it was natural. The men seemed to be totally at ease with each other and with sex. It was all for one and one for all as far as I could tell. The men we ready, willing and able. Once my initial shyness wore off, all was well.
It was a friendly group, with out hang ups. As a new guy, I got a lot of attention. There was no unwanted attentions. I like to suck and fuck, but wasn't much into getting fucked, but that wasn't a problem. There were more men who like to bottom than wanted to top, so all was well.
Around midnight the desk clerk joined us. His name was Jay and was a small, slim, rather elegant young man. Jay was as unlike the rest of this bearish group as he could be, but he stripped naked and joined in.
Several of the men hooted when he came in. They knew him and liked him. It took three or four minutes to understand the reason for is popularity. This small man was a bottom pig, and his diminutive ass hole could stretch to accommodate King Kong's dong if necessary. Not only did he love it, everyone knew he loved it. I wasn't too sure about a guy like him, but eventually I was beside a bed with his legs on my shoulders and my cock in his ass.
His ass was a wonder. It was tight, firm and juicy. It was almost prehensile. It did something halfway between a massage and a caress. My cock never felt more welcome. I would have guessed that an ass as well worn as Jay's would have lost it's muscle control. He had to be tired by the time I got to him.
Several men had shot off in him, and this provided natural lubricant. His love chute was hot and steamy. It hadn't occurred to me you could use another man's sperm as a lubricant. When I realized this I came damn near to shooting off my self. The idea turned me on.
Jay was also very appreciative. He liked it and you could tell he liked it. He made you feel as if this was the best sexual experience he had ever had and I was the best lover. It was good for both of us.
Jay liked to talk as he got fucked and I discovered the reasons for the Thunderbird Hotel's success. The orgy on the second floor wasn't accidental or rare. The Thunderbird catered to sex groups. During the week they had small groups of mostly men who rented one or two rooms for some fun. On weekends they had larger groups like the traveling bears .
The hotel was with in easy distance of most of Carolina, but its location near I-95 made it a good meeting place. Jay told me maybe 70% of the clientele was gay, there were some swinger groups who liked the place too.
"Is it all group action? " I asked.
"Hell no," Jay said. "We get individuals who try us out. There is the bridal suite on this floor and the Presidential suite on the first floor that are available."
"What are they?"
"When the Thunderbird was new, this was the good place to stay. We got Politicians who needed a place to stay while campaigning and some movie stars on publicity tours. The two suites catered to them," Jay explained. "Later they became family units. Now they're available for unattached horn dogs."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Anyone can use them?"
"Yes, sort of," he said. "I guess you could say we have theme nights. Twinks on Mondays. Interracial on Tuesday, bears on the weekends. Some guys attend every week or two. We have great occupancy rates."
"With that policy I would think you would," I said.
"You look like you are the weekend type," Jay said.
"You think so?" I asked.
"that's the way it looks to me," he replied. You seem to fit in well." I gave him a hard poke and he moaned.
"Do you have any problems?" I asked "It seems really free and easy here."
"Well, we don't advertise. Everyone is here by word of mouth," he explained. "We know our clientele well. If there's a problem we don't invite them back. If a group like the Traveling Bears screws up, it's over for them. They can find another motel."
"does that happen?"
"Not with the Traveling Bears. They run a tight ship," Jay said. "The biggest problem we have is when there's too much drinking."
"Do you have any problems with the police?"
"No trouble there," Jay said. "We have a few cops and troopers who visit here. Nothing too obvious, but if they are into sex, there is a place for them here. By the way, some are swingers, some are into men. This is a live and let live kind of place."
A man I had not seen before came up to us. "How are you doing, Jay? " he asked.
"Good as usual," Jay said. "Manny, have you met Ron yet? He's new."
Manny looked up at me. I do mean up. He was no more than five feet two. He was also the hairiest man I had ever seen. He was bald, but the only parts of his body not covered in hair were his eyeballs and teeth.
"Glad to meet you," he said. He had a bushy beard and a great smile. "I'm Manny. That's short for Mansfield Trueheart Bootman IV. My folks figured if I was going to be short I might as well have a long name."
"They knew you would be short?"
"Mom was five feet tall and dad was five feet three," Manny said. "There were no recruiters for the NBA waiting at the delivery room."
"Are you a trucker?"
"Nope, I'm a dispatcher," Manny answered. "Everyone's nice to me. If they aren't, I send them to East Butt Fuck , Arkansas. I'm a popular guy around here. Almost as popular as Jay!" I pulled out of Jay's ass and Manny took my place. I took a quick glance of Manny's cock as it vanished into Jay's hole. The small man wasn't small in one department.
The party began to down and I went to my room. I showered and fell asleep. When I woke the next morning the ice was all gone. The storm had been in advance of a warm front, and it was almost 50. I grabbed my stuff, paid the bill, and was on my way to Charleston.
I got there by noon, and the trip was a success. My cousin was very sick, but cheerful and we all reminisced about good times in the past. I saw a number of people I hadn't seen in years. The trip was well worth it. I left on Sunday morning to get back by Monday.
I made it to North Carolina when I heard that Virginia was coated in an inch of ice and travel north was impossible. There was a second storm. The Thunderbird was in my future again.
Jay was at the front desk. "So soon?" he asked.
"Ice in Virginia. 95 is closed," I said.
"We have pretty much a full house today," Jay said. "I can fit you in somewhere if your open minded."
I smiled, "What are the options?"
He leaned close to me and whispered. "The second floor is occupied by a swingers group. Most of the men seem to swing both ways, but this group is a bit different."
"Different?"
"It seems most swinger groups feature a lot of sucking and licking, but penetration is rare, except for a few couples and one or two hot women. This group is no holes barred if you get my drift," Jay said. "There is something you might like more in the Presidential suite."
"What is that?"
"There's a local businessman who makes it available for men who have to work over the holiday," Jay explained. "It's a rest place for troopers, firemen, EMTs. If they're on call, that can stay here near 95, but they can get some real relaxation. The rooms are for sleeping, but if you wander into the suite, there are several playrooms."
"You just walk in?"
"It's more selective than that," Jay said. "I'm on the day shift. When I'm off I'll take you to the businessman and we'll see if you hit it off. Don't worry, you're his type."
"What is his type?"
"He's not much into flaming queens or boy toys," Jay explained. "You'll do just fine."
I took a room on the first floor. I watched the television and the storm in Virginia was making headline news. There were a half million people without electricity and no way to get to a warm place due to the icy roads. It was a mess. I went to the ice machine to get a coke.
A man walked by, then he turned and joined me in the room with the ice and vending machines.
"Are you here for the party up stairs?" he asked.
"Nope, I'm just stranded until they re open 95,"I said. "Jay told me about it, but it's not my thing."
"I hope I didn't offend you," the man said.
I smiled. "Not at all," I said. "I guess you could say, I don't swing that way."
"I'm Mike," he said. "Too bad, it's a good time, depending on which way you swing. My girl friend has a cold, so I'm flying solo." Mike was a big guy, well above six feet. He was beefy, but not muscular.
"Which way do you swing?" I asked.
"When I'm with my girl friend, I'm straight as an arrow," Mike replied. "I can play all the bases when I'm alone. Would you like a drink? I've got a well stocked bar in my room." I looked him in the eye. We understood each other. I went for the drink.
He had a suitcase bar, and it indeed was well stocked. Mike was a, somewhat ineffectual looking man. He was the last guy in the world you would think was a swinger.
"What are these parties like?" I asked.
"They're good if you like sex," he said. "Everyone is into it, so that is good. They are better if you are with a woman. There are always more men. If you have a woman the other men are more willing to share. My girlfriend is a nice girl, but we aren't perfectly compatible sexually. I'm away a lot and she doesn't like that. We're more pals than lovers."
"You're lucky she's so open minded," I said.
"That she is," Mike said. "She's real tight too. I'm hung thick, so it's good for me, but not as good for her."
"Does the big meat make you popular with the other women?"
"Yes and no," Mike replied. "Some like it, but their mates aren't always so interested in seeing their woman taking it, especially if they are not that well hung. The men are all interested. They all like to look and some like to suck."
"Do they do that in front of the women?"
"Usually they do it on the side," Mike said. "The girls can suck it too, but they aren't as the men." He looked at me. "What's your cup of tea?"
"I like to suck and fuck," I said. "I guess I'm pretty much into vanilla sex. I like to suck, but I like to be sucked too."
"That's fair enough," Mike said. "Do you want to give it a spin?"
"Are you going to shoot your wad before the main attraction?"
"I've got a six shooter," Mike said, smiling. "Don't worry about me."
We got naked and went at it. Mike was bulky man clothed, naked he was clunky, but his cock was a keeper. It wasn't huge, but it was oversized and his balls were beefy. From my conversation with him, I thought sex with a man was an alternative to sex with a woman. I also thought it was going to be a quick blow job.
We got on the bed and I began to play with his cock. As I sucked his cock got better. It stuck me as being a beautiful organ. Cocks don't usually strike me as being pretty. His shaft was thick and massive. It was crowned by a head the size of one of those oversized strawberries from California. He was cut, so the gland was fully visible.
It was also sensitive. When my tongue licked it, Mike shivered. A minute later we were in the sixty-nine position. Mike wasn't into man sex half way. Once we got going, he was enthusiastic. Maybe he was AC/DC, but he put 100% into cock sucking. He wasn't shy at all and he loved cock, my cock.
We could deep throat each other. I was a nice, snug fit for both of us. He popped after about ten minutes. I'm not much into cum, but I enjoyed his. I got a mouthful of his thick and creamy spunk. We broke apart and cooled off.
"That was good," he said. "Sorry I didn't warn you when I was about to shoot. You caught me off guard. I was distracted. "You've got a nice piece of meat. Nice size too."
"I'm average."
"Take my word for it. You're on the upper edge of average," Mike said. "I like a cock you can deep throat easily. It's nice to breathe when you're sucking."
There was a knock on the door. Mike went to the door and looked out the peep hole. "It's jay, the desk clerk," he said. "Do you know him?"
"Yes," I said.
"Mike, I got a call from Reggie. The party is cancelled," Jay said. "The ice has half of the group trapped in Virginia." He looked at the two of us. "It looks like you may have found your own party already."
"Is there any other action here tonight?" Mike asked. "Other than in this bedroom, that is."
Jay smiled. "I'm free tonight, but there may be an informal event in the presidential suite. It will be an all cock event, no pussy. I noticed Holly wasn't with you tonight. When the cat's away, the mice will play?"
"Something like that," Mike said.
"If you're in the mood for a trip to the wild side, you may be in luck," Jay said. "Mr. Donville will be here shortly. He's giving out the tickets for tonight's events. I'm pretty sure you meet the admission requirements."
"I take it the main requirement is to like cock," Mike said.
"You got it," Jay said. "It helps if you don't mind having a man you've never met playing cock tag with your prostate." Jay looked at Mike's cock. "You've got a big one. I hadn't guessed that. You top?"
"I love to top," Mike said. "But I can open up when inspired. Is this an inspirational group here tonight?"
"If you like Cops, firemen and troopers it's an inspirational group," Jay said.
Mike laughed. "That would do it," he said. "I would mind being rear loaded by our men in uniform."
We met Mr. Donville a half hour later. We hit it off immediately. I guessed he was 65 years old and a bit portly. He liked cops a lot.