He was already naked and sprawled out on the bed when I got to to the motel room. His young, muscular, hirsute body seemingly primed and ready for an evening of pleasure.Elliot, the hot young buck I'd met just a few months earlier, was waiting for me at the small motel just off the interstate that late Saturday afternoon.
This was an event that the both of us knew was going to happen sooner or later. Neither of us had told our partners, no, this was an illicit rendezvous, a chance to just partake of a dirty cheat. A chance to revel in the sins of the flesh; and brother,was I ready.
He pulled me to the bed and started kissing me as soon as I walked in. His heavy cock already at full mast mashed into my crotch while he sucked at my face with the kind of enthusiasm that only the young can make evident. I returned the kiss, almost breathless in anticipation ... he tastes so sweet, literally, as if maybe he'd been sucking on wild cherry Life Savers earlier.
He tears at my shirt now, ripping it off, and I grab a handful of his thick black hair, and yank him down to my chest where he starts chewing on my rock hard nipples. While he's going at them, his body is already shaking, and sweat is starting to cover his torso ... he smells of expensive cologne, the cologne that his boyfriend, Don, wears all of the time ... and the odor is intoxicating. I reach for his tits and latch onto them and twist them and his head flies back and his face, going all beet red, is a mask of pleasure while he groans loudly saying, "Yes, that's it!"
Now we are rolling around the bed, savagely groping each other. His muscular arms encircle me, almost crushing me ... I grab his cock, and then I flip him over and straddle his chest and remove my cock from my slacks. My member springs forth obscenely and he sticks out his tongue trying to get a drop of the sap that is falling from the slit. I rub it in his face and the stubble of his beard on the sensitive head of my prick makes me shiver .... I get off of him for a second and throw my pants and briefs to the floor and remount him. Now we are both naked, our bodies grinding against the other. We both are breaking a mean sweat as the hotel room is stuffy ... I grab at his tits again and he yells out, "Fuck, yes, you fucking bastard!" and then I shove my cock into his mouth and fuck his face.
It does not take long for me to shoot my load, and Elliot sucks greedily, drinking my juice, and then I feel him buck beneath me and my back is sprayed with a gallon of his spooge ... and we both are shaking and having orgasms, and he never takes his mouth off my cock ...
A few minutes later, we are splayed out next to each other lying in a pool of sweat and cum. I am out of breath and feel like I have been hit by a truck . Elliot has his arm over his face and is sucking wind.
"Jesus Christ, man, I mean wow. I haven't shot a load like that in ages!" he said gasping for air.
I turned to look at him, his hairy baby bear body, his unbelievably thick, long cock, and his gorgeous, masculine face and I felt myself getting hard again.
"Yeah, well, the night is young, get ready for more", and then got up from the bed to clean myself off.
When I got back , he was putting a blanket over the sheets ... he smiled up at me, and said, "Hey, I don't feature rolling around in my own jizz" and then he said, "So this is all cool, huh? We are not going to tell Rick or Don about any of this?"
"Not on your life, Moose", I said helping him with the blanket, "This is just a little friendly affair that you and I have to get out of our system". And then I pushed him back down on the bed and began kissing him...
Now we are wrestling around on the bed, each trying to best the other. He is very strong and quick, and it is turning me on to no end ... I manage to get an arm around his neck and put him in a choke hold, I give his nuts a cheap slap and he howls in pain, and then he shoves his ass
closer to me and I bite him on the back of the neck and his head falls back and I release his neck and reach around for his rock-hard pecs and drive my hands into them, all the while whispering obscenities into his ear ... I slip several fingers into his tight ass crack and he gasps. I shove in further and make him squirm. If he's in pain, he's enjoying it as he, again, pushes his ass towards me and now my hand is in past my knuckles and he is howling like a wolf caught in a trap ...
"Beg for it, you fucking slut!" I command", enjoying the power trip.
"Please sir, PLEASE!" He brays, his voice cracking.
Throwing him face down on the filthy bed, I grab a condom and say, "I shouldn't even lube up, you deserve a dry fuck, you pig!"
My threat is empty as I grease my sheathed member and then ram into him. My god, his ass is so damn tight, and once my cock manages to get in, his asshole seems to clamp down on it and around it sending wild pleasures coursing through me.
I start slapping his ass, and then yanking his hair, and the big lug of a kid is a champ, enjoying it as much as I am.
I pull out now, for a second and flip him over on his back, I want to see his face whilst fucking him. He is so goddamn beautiful. With his legs raised and resting on my shoulders I go back in. This time I see his face scrunch up and his eyes grow wide and he opens his mouth and I spit into it and call him a pig again. And he spits back at me, and I lunge down and we kiss savagely, he bites my tongue and I ram him harder and he cries out in pain ...
Watching him while fucking him, I understand, suddenly, the attraction ... shit... he reminds me of Chris ... of course! That's it! Coming to that realization makes me fuck him even harder ... and his cries of pain are like sweet music to me.
It goes like this for awhile. His chest hair matted, his nipples hard and pink, his body wracked, finally he grabs hold of his cock and starts jerking and when he shoots his load it hits me in the face, and I lick some of it off my lips and then I am hit with my own river of pleasure and I let out a war cry of my own and then find myself growling insanely while my body shakes in unfettered spasms of orgasmic bliss...
We shared a cigarette after that round. Both of us sore yet sated. And I told him that he was a great fuck. He smiled and said, "Brother, you throw a mean one yourself ... don't tell Don, but that was one of the best fucks I've had in years."
We both got out of bed now. He took a shower first and the I took one when he was done. A little while later, we got dressed and grabbed a couple of sandwiches at the diner across the street from the motel.
Back at our room, we washed down the food with a couple of beers and when we were through he said, "So, what do you say, want to go again?"
The afternoon was long gone by now, and it was almost nine o clock. I knew that Rick was at his parent's house in Ohio, and I had no other pressing engagements, so I said , "Cool, how about you fuck me. I want to feel what it's like being banged by that missile of yours."
Lots more body contact this time, it's almost exactly like it was with Chris. He's tough and really gives me a run for my money. I am hard again almost instantly ... this time, he gets me in a choke hold and it's merciless and he leaves me sore and bruised ... and as horny as I've been all day."Come on, Elliot," I urge, "Give it to me good!"
He responds with a powerful punch to my chest that leaves me breathless and then he lets go with another war cry, flexing his biceps, his youthful cockiness in full bloom ... I leap foreword, knocking him back down to the bed, and open wide, taking his rod into my mouth.
Sucking his cock, is an effort as it is big and unruly, much like Elliot himself. First he's fucking my face, then he's shoving it all the way in until I am gagging, next he's just got the fat head of it slipping gingerly in and out. But I keep at it, enjoying his proclamations of pleasure, his meaty hands pushing at my head, his muscular ass cheeks tensing and relaxing as I hold on to them.
Finally he is laying flat, I grab hold of his inner thighs and squeeze them while I deep throat his stalk ... he lets go with a rumbling of obscenities as I let go of his thighs
and reach up for his tits ... I manage one hard slap to his left pec and he arches his back and yanks my head back with a handful of hair and says, "Time to get fucked".On my back, he mounts me in one quick move, shoving his piece into me. I let out a howl and grab at him, pulling him closer until his sweaty torso is on mine. He's into the hilt now and he starts pile driving me, my head slamming the wall behind the bed ... Somehow I manage to grab onto my own cock and begin jerking off, never taking my eyes off this animal like young man. His face keeps morphing into a million pre-coital masks of pleasure... I let go of my cock now and reach for his muscular arms, feeling them bulge with every frenzied movement ... I loose myself for a second and utter the name, "Chris" ... he does not notice.
He pulls out now, and rips off his condom and lays back, aiming his cock at me. I reach for his chest and yank at one of his tits, my free hand attending to my own dick...simpatico, I shoot
my load just as he does the same; the two of us twisting in pleasure, our goo flying on to the other until he collapses onto me, all sweat and sticky cum ... our breathing heavy ... our cocks finally, for the first time, going flaccid as we embrace and hold each other ... two weary adventures finishing up a climb to Everest. I remember when he got up off the bed, and went for his jeans which were balled up on the floor. He fished out a pack of Life Savers and offered me one. Wild cherry.
"So?", I asked, "Was it worth it?"
He paused for a second in the gloom and nodded his head. "Yes, better than I thought it would be."
"Remember", I said getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, "This was a one night only kind of thing".
After I showered and dressed, I waited for him to finish up. He came out of the bathroom in tight fitting jeans and a wife beater t-shirt.
We walked slowly to the door and he paused and turned and pulled me into his arms and gave me a deep, soulful kiss. And then he said, softly, "One night only? I don't think so".
We walked together to the parking lot, he to his car, me to mine. And as I opened up the door I looked up at the full moon having over the parking lot and realized that I could still taste the wild cherry in my mouth.
