I had finally done it. I lay face down in my darkened hotel room in nothing but my jockstrap waiting for the door to open.
I had had just enough drinks at my business dinner that evening to get the courage to do this. And when I returned to my hotel I got one more double from the bar and took it to my room so I would’t chicken out.
I had given a lot of thought to the post; I’d written it hundreds of times in my head. I was finally going through with this. It read:
Hotel Door Open
Early 40s married guy here, in great shape. Looking to get used. You let yourself in, I’ll be face down in my Nasty Pig jockstrap. Elevator doesn’t require a room key and my door will be closed but unlocked. Lube and poppers on the bed stand.
My heart was beating so fast I thought it would tear through my rib cage. I could barely breathe. When I got his final message he was on his way he said it’d be about 40 minutes. I made a mental note of the time which would bring him to my room at approximately 11PM.
It was now 10:53 and I listened for any sound that was coming from the direction of the door.
Nothing.
I leaned up on my elbows and threw down the last gulp of my double scotch on the rocks to steel my nerves, and then put my head back on the pillow, face down.
I reflected back on the messages I had received, why I invited him, and what I expected. First of all, he seemed normal. He was black, mid-50s and loved the idea of a successful corporate executive looking to be used anonymously. Clothed, he looked like a distinguished judge in the movies. Lots of gravitas. Unclothed, he was muscled, slightly hairy, and really, really thick. He sent me a dick pic with the caption, “Think you can handle this?” He didn’t seem too eager, which would’ve been a signal that he might be a weirdo. And he loved the pic I sent of me which I had taken for this very occasion. Me, face down on my bed at home, in the same jockstrap. I work out aggressively and the shadows accentuated my muscled back, arms, and ass. “I want that” he told me in his final message. “Be ready.”
10:58: Nothing.
I had to aggressively put out of my mind how morally wrong—not to mention dangerous—this was. I was a happily married guy who loved his wife…in a way a guy who figured out he was gay late in life could love his wife. But once I figured that out, I needed cock, badly. And until now, all my extracurricular sex had been relatively safe and vanilla. Nothing like tonight.
The potential danger of this scene wasn’t lost on me; in fact it seriously heightened the appeal. I did everything I could to screen out the potentially dangerous characters by their messages, but I couldn’t be sure. I was starting to have serious second thoughts, but it was too late.
11:03: Did I hear the door handle slowly turn?
I didn’t imagine it. The handle had been turned and he was entering the room. He was stone cold silent but I could hear him approach the bed. The silence was deafening. Was he assessing me? Confirming I was really the muscled guy in the pic? We both remained motionless. Apparently he was satisfied with what he saw because I could hear him remove his clothes. It sounded like his shoes and socks came off first, followed by his shirt. Then I heard it, the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being opened, pants unbuckled, zipper down, and pants and underwear removed. I sensed he took a step closer to the foot of the bed and I was breathless. And then I felt it…the back of his fingers lightly grazing my crack. It shot an electrical wave throughout my body and I audibly shuddered. He sensed my reaction and let the back of his fingers slowly caress my inner thighs. He grazed higher and higher until his fingertips caressed my balls. I literally trembled in response. I instinctively raised my ass in the air to signal that it was his for the taking. He got the message loud and clear. I felt both hands grab a cheek, spread them wide, followed by a hot, wet tongue just barely touching my hole. For the third time an electrical wave shot through me and I audibly gasped. “Fuck me”, I whispered.
That’s all he needed. He was as hungry as I was and he dove in, face first. I could feel a rough tongue emerging from a whiskered face devouring my hole as if they hadn’t eaten in a month. The unseen tongue was ravenous. I groaned again begging him to continue. Wanting more, I raised my ass even further into the air, urging him on.
The eroticism of the unseen face buried in my ass was indescribable. I wanted it to go on forever, but I simultaneously wanted to take him my mouth and then my hole.
As if he was sensing my impatience, he appeared to pull away from my hole and walked up the side of the bed toward my face. I felt him lean down and turn my head so I was no longer face down in my pillow, but now facing him…and his cock. I didn’t hear anything but felt his breath in my ear followed by the words, “Take my cock, boy.”
I opened my eyes to see an 8”+ one-eyed black granite cock staring me in the face. I moved my body closer to the side of the bed, wrapped my fist around the base of it, looked up to the towering figure leaning over me and grunted, “Yes, sir”.
I still couldn’t see him clearly in the dark, but his silhouette was imposing. Wide shoulders, muscled arms, thick muscular waist, and that cock!
I leaned in and gently licked it, at first intending to go slow, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I was beyond horny and I quickly took it in my mouth. I was starving for cock and his was near perfect. I bobbed up and down it and tried as best I could to deep throat him. I worked my tongue across the bottom of his cock which made him groan appreciatively. “That’s it boy, keep it up. Get daddy’s cock good and wet.”
This went on for I-don’t-know-how-long and I loved every moment. I now knew I probably wasn’t in any physical danger so I was a bit more relaxed and able to savor the kinkiness of the moment. Just about then, the stranger abruptly pulled out, walked back down to the foot of the bed, grabbed both my ankles and pulled me down so that I was bent at the waist with my ass exposed.
He immediately knelt, or squatted down—I couldn’t tell—and began to tongue my hole again. I knew what was coming and I pushed my ass up so he could get it good and wet. I hadn’t noticed that he had grabbed the lube from the bed stand until I heard him open it and squirt it out. Shortly thereafter, I felt his cold, lubed finger firmly press into my hole, getting me ready. He was aggressive, but not rough, so I could enjoy every move he made. One finger, then two, then three, penetrating me and stretching my hole. I still hadn’t even seen his face but I heard his voice more clearly when he hissed, “You better take a long hit of the poppers, you’re going to need them.”
Poppers have always helped open me up so I appreciated the warning. Two long hits in each nostril and I was flying. He paced himself to enter when he sensed the poppers were working their magic. And were they ever. They simultaneously relaxed my hole they elevated my craving for cock. And just then, I felt his big mushroom head penetrate my hole. I had died and gone to heaven as he pushed further and further in. He had an amazing 6th sense as he pressed on. Slowly filling me up. It was never painful, always pure, hedonistic pleasure. I was beyond words.
Once he had bottomed out in my hole, he leaned down over me and whispered in his gravelly voice, “You ready for your daddy to really fuck you?”
“Yes, sir”, I whimpered.
I felt him pull out slowly, then fully re-enter me with slightly more force. Again, pitch perfect pressure and pacing. Aggressive, but never painful. I longed for more, and I immediately received it. He pulled out again, took a deep breath, than pushed into me harder than before. Again, pure, unadulterated pleasure. He continued fucking me with slowly increasing force until I though both of us would cum. He must’ve been close, because he stopped abruptly and commanded, “On your back”.
I happily complied because missionary style has always been my favorite. I love looking straight into the eyes of my conquerer, and in this case, I’d actually get a good look at him.
I climbed back on the bed and rolled on my back and he immediately pulled my ankles up and over his shoulders and dove back into my hole like a starving man. This time, though, his amazingly strong tongue was able to penetrate my hole as deeply as his fingers. I’d never felt anything like it as he was getting as much pleasure penetrating me with his tongue as I was receiving it. I resisted grabbing my own granite-like cock knowing just a mere touch would make it explode.
When he was finally sated, he crawled up to lean over me and pressed his cock directly against my hole. But instead of driving it into me, he took the opportunity to stare down at me and assess the man he was fucking. Likewise, I took him in as well and wasn’t disappointed. As described, mid-50s, black, distinguished and massively built. He looked like an adonis hovering over me, ready to vanquish his prey. And I was more than ready to be vanquished.
Without warning, he took the poppers off the bed stand and offered them to me with a nod that conveyed “You’re going to need these.” I took four long hits and offered them to him. Surprisingly, he took them from me and took several himself. With his eyes locked into mine, he pressed in again, but with a force that unmistakingly said, “I own you.” My hole had been adequately stretched so that the force and impact of his aggressive entry was not only welcome, it was imperative. He secured my wrists against the bed with his hands and with his eyes never leaving mine, he began to pound me. “Take my cock, you little bitch”, he commanded. “Sluts like you don’t deserve a cock like mine”, he added. “Your daddy’s going to breed your hole, bitch”. And on and on and on. My hole was on fire like never before. When I glanced down to see a fountain of pre-cum leaking from my own hole, he ordered “Look at me when I fuck you, cunt.”
And so it continued until I nearly blacked out from the ecstacy. I was hypnotized by his continuous fucking and demanding stare. I surrendered myself to him wanting this moment to never end, and at the same time, begging for it to be over.
I got my second wish when I felt him stiffen up and nearly shout, “Take your daddy’s seed, bitch!” and subsequently shot what felt like gallons of hot, creamy seed up my hole. Sweat dripped from his face onto mine as he came and I savored every drop of liquid on my face and in my hole. He still had a firm grip on my hands over my head preventing me from a much needed stroke to get myself off. But he gently removed his hands and dropped his face to mine to give me an aggressive, but tender kiss. I willingly opened my mouth wide as I was still hungry for more of him. We kissed passionately for a short time and then he kissed his way down my torso with my still hard cock being his target. When he reached it, he slowly licked it up and down and I could no longer resist the temptation to grab it myself and start pumping.
“Wait”, he ordered and I immediately removed my hand.
Looking up at me, he slowly engulfed my cock in his mouth fully down to the base and that’s all it took for me to explode into his waiting mouth. He pumped every drop of cum out of me apparently without swallowing because he climbed back up to me and gave me a passionate, cum-filled kiss. While staring into other’s eyes, we passed my cum back and forth between our mouths until we had swallowed every last drop.
Shortly thereafter, he slid off of me and pulled me into him with his arm around me and my head on his chest. Lightly grazing my chest, he whispered, “That was nice. My name is David, by the way.”
“Steve”, I replied with a smile. “And, by the way, you’re one seriously hot daddy.”
“Thank you,” he replied, and added “And you’re one seriously sexy boy.”
We laid there for a few more minutes, and with intensity behind us and the afterglow beginning to subside, he gently released me and climbed out of bed. I blissfully laid there nude, gently stroking my cock and watched him dress.
Fully dressed now, he picked up his personal belongings and leaned down to the bed to kiss me farewell.
“Good night sexy Steve”, he said. “Take care of yourself”.
“You too, daddy”, I smiled.
I watched him leave and heard the door close behind him. I sighed with satisfaction because that fuck was everything I had wanted it to be.
I was slightly disappointed that he didn’t ask for my contact info or how long I’d be staying, perhaps hinting at an encore. But the night was so perfect I decided to simply be grateful for it.
As I turned to get out of bed to clean up, I noticed what looked like a business card on the bed stand. I picked it up and could see it was a personal card, not corporate.
On it was Steve’s name and contact info.
I smiled broadly and fell back into bed planning on my next step.
