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Late Night Hotel Suck/Fuck
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Late Night Hotel Suck/Fuck It was the coldest night of the year, a night to snuggle inside. But I was on IM on this site, seeing who was showing in the comfort of their own, warm space. I watched a guy jerking whose cock excited me, and I sent him a page: "How's it going, man?" He replied that he was horny and needed to get off. He was in a hotel a few miles from my place. He wanted me to come and service him. And that's what I wanted too. He told me the hotel name, the room number, and said he'd have an access door in the back propped open so I could slip in without going past the front desk. I slipped on my warmest winter jacket and slid into my car, after moving the lube and condom supplies I keep in my trunk into my pocket to warm them up. I started the car and began the trip to the hotel, using the Mapquest directions I had printed out. I cranked up the heat as I drove, pitying the group of men I saw crossing the street at one of the stoplights. I found the hotel and drove around the building, looking for the entrance in the back near the pool. There were two entrances, one on either side of the pool. The first looked securely closed, so I parked the car and headed to the second door. There was a big, intimidating-looking black man outside the door, taking a smoke. I hoped he wasn't security and I half hoped he would solicit me to give him a blowjob. I knew he wasn't the wiry white guy I had seen on cam. He just gave me a head bob and a "hey, man" as I walked past him and through the outside door that didn't quite close. I found the stairs and headed up. The room I was looking for was just a couple of doors down. I knocked softly and in a moment the door opened. The room was dark, except for light from the TV and the bathroom. The guy walked to the couch, pulled down his pants, and sat back, tuning the TV to soft hetero porn. He looked tired but horny, like a guy who had been traveling, but needed to get his rocks off before he could truly rest. I threw off my jacket, knelt before him, and started sucking his hard dick. I worked him down to the base, wetting his shaft with my saliva. Then I kissed down that shaft to his furry nuts, jerking his cock as I worked his tobacco-scented nuts. He was really getting into my mouth motions when I went back to sucking him deep. I heard his sighs mingle with the moans and sighs coming from the porn on the TV. The volume was low, and the room was quiet except for the sounds of my sucking and the sighs from his throat and the TV. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and the eager "yeah" he gave me let me know he needed tight ass around his raging-hard cock. I pulled off my shoes, pants, and underpants, removing a condom and the lube from the pocket. I ripped open the condom package, having some trouble in the dim light, and discarded the wrapper in his wastebasket. I rolled the condom down his upright shaft and dribbled Astroglide all over it. Then I backed onto his cock, his slippery, sheathed jizz stick easily riding into my hole. After a couple of passes, he told me to get on my back. I tried lying back on the coffee table, positioning my ass pucker against his hard-on, but he wanted me on the floor. I dropped to the carpet, moving the coffee table away. He told me to jerk my dick as I lay back, legs lifted, and he knelt and drove into me, his hands on my thighs. I slid my fingers on my tool, my cock slippery with pre, as he rammed into me. It didn't take many strokes of his cock for him to cum inside me. He let his spurts drain his balls as he held his cock motionless in me, then he slowly pulled out. He stood and walked into the bathroom. I heard him flush the sperm-filled condom down the toilet and wash up a bit as I pulled on my clothes. I asked him if I could do anything else for him. He said "no; I can get to sleep now." I thanked him for his wonderful cock play and slipped out the door. I went down the hallway and out the outside door, which was still ajar. The black guy had finished his smoke, so I didn't have the opportunity to offer him my mouth or ass. I walked to my car, intending to open the trunk and stow my lube and remaining condoms there for my next time. The key wouldn't turn. Frozen, I guessed. I left them in my pocket for the drive home. At home, I hoped I could open the trunk and slip them back in place, or use the pass-through from the back seat to put them there, all ready for another drive and another hotel fuck session. |
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