I arrived in New Orleans for a work trip two days before I needed to be there. I wanted to do a little sight-seeing before my grueling two-day conference began. The Uber from the airport took forever to reach my hotel, but finally we were on St. Charles and pulled up in front of the Intercontinental New Orleans hotel. I was able to check in quickly, and soon I was riding the elevator to the 8th floor, then settling into my room. I noticed as I checked in that there were a larger number of senior citizens in the lobby, and they appeared to be with a cruise ship. I guessed they were staying in the hotel overnight waiting to board the ship the next day.
Arriving at my room, I was pleased to find a nice sized room with a king bed and a nice modern bathroom. Once I had my clothes situated and my stuff unpacked, I sat down on the chair in the room, trying to decide what to do. I planned to sight-see the next day, but found myself tired from the trip. Therefore, I decided to just stick around the hotel and rest. There was a roof-top pool, and I planned to go take a dip a little later. Laying down on the bed, I quickly dozed off for a much needed rest.
I awoke from my nap about an hour later and decided to go visit the pool. I changed into my blue box cut swim trunks, threw on a tank top, sunglasses, and my pool slides, grabbed a towel and my room key, and headed out of the door. I took the elevator up to the pool, and soon was stepping out onto the empty pool deck.I guess none of the cruise passengers were interested in the hotel pool! I chose a chair to lay my towel on, stepped out of my slides and took off my shirt. Then I dove into the empty pool, swimming laps for about 15 minutes. I enjoyed the exercise, and the pool water felt great in the summer heat and humidity of New Orleans.
After swimming, I got out of the pool, planning to layout for a bit. I decided to hit the bathroom before laying out, so I walked over to the far end of the pool where the showers and restrooms were located. I walked into the men’s room, and as I turned the corner, I collided with what felt like a wall of muscle that knocked me backwards. The man had been walking out as I stepped in. I began to fall back, and the massive man reached out and grabbed my waist to keep me from falling, pulling me back up and against his massive naked chest. My hands came up instinctively, and I found my fingers lost in the dark brown fur of his muscular torso as I regained my balance pressed tight against him. He must have come out to the pool deck while I was swimming and not paying attention.
The contrast in our size was undeniable. I stand about 5’8, weighing in a 165. I keep myself in good shape through working out, including running and swimming, so my body is a tight runners build with some muscle definition. The man I just ran into, who also was only wearing his swim trunks, which happened to be a Speedo, was easily a head taller than me, well over 6’0. His hairy chest contrasted with my smooth torso, and he was beefy muscle all over, the kind of guy that you know played football when he was in high school, and probably college too. His body was solid, but with that little bit of padding that told you he also loved to drink beer! His belly had a slight bulge, but he was not fat. He looked like the kind of guy that could be your best friend, but would terrify you if you met him in a dark alley. I observed all of this in the split second that he held me from falling, before he released me as I stepped back.
”Whoa, there!” He said, his deep voice echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as he smiled down at me. “You okay there, little buddy?” I wasn’t sure I liked his nickname for me, but I also couldn’t argue with his assessment of our size differences!
”Yeah, sorry,” I replied. “I didn’t see you as I came around the corner.”
”No problem,” he said as he looked me up and down. ”I’m always happy to run into sexy little things like you!” I looked up at him in surprise! “Yeah,” he said, answering my unasked question, “I’d love to do unspeakable things to your smooth little body!” He grinned wickedly as he said it.
I blushed crimson at his words. “Sorry, man,” I mustered, unsure of how to behave with such straightforward flirting, “I’m married.” I held up my left hand, showing him the ring.
The big bear leaned down closer to my face. “Do you have any idea the number of married men I’ve fucked?” I shook my head no. “More than I can count,” he answered. Chuckling, he moved to step past me and leave the restroom. I stepped aside and let him pass, flustered by the confrontation. Did he think I was gay? Why would he think I’d be interested in sex with him? And why did he assume that he would be fucking me? I’m a straight guy. If I ever even thought about hooking up with a guy, he’d be sucking me or I’d be fucking him! My thoughts were swirling as I peed. Once finished, I washed my hands and then headed back out to the pool, determined to get some sun and forget about the unsettling encounter.
The problem with forgetting was that the hairy muscle bear seemed determined not to let me forget! I arrived back at the pool deck to find him lounging in the chair next to the one I’d put my towel on.
”I figured since we were the only ones out here, I’d sit with you,” he said, smiling up at me as I walked up. I wanted to grab my stuff and move, but I also didn’t want to be rude. I sat down on the chair I had picked, and he immediately struck up a conversation.
Leaning over to me from his chair, he extended his hand. ”I’m Bob,” he said, waiting for me to return the handshake.
“John,” I replied, taking his hand. He had a firm handshake, and for a moment I was taken with the size difference between our hands. His hand completely engulfed mine.
“Nice to meet you, John,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. “I figured we should introduce ourselves properly!” He laughed, and I joined him with a smile. “So what brings you to town?” He then asked.
”I have a conference I’m attending,” I replied noncommittally.
”Me too!” He exclaimed, asking which one. We quickly realized we would be at the same conference. “That’s good!” he said. “I like knowing someone at events like this. Sometimes I get bored and it’s more fun if you know someone here, especially if we get stuck having to listen to a boring speaker. It’s nice to have some to crack jokes with!”
I remember having the thought, “Do we know each other?” as he talked about how we’d be good friends at the conference. We’d only met because we collided in the bathroom, and now he was butting into my pool time by sitting with me. He was a gregarious, extroverted guy, and as more of an introvert, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be paired up with him as a conference companion. The funny thing was, he didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just assumed I would be fine with hanging out with him!
We chatted for a little bit longer, then I said I wanted to swim a little more. Bob said that sounded like a good idea to him too, and he got up to join me. I swam a few laps, cooling down from laying in the sun, and then swam over to the edge to just relax in the water. Bob had been swimming too, and after a couple of more laps, he swam over to where I was resting, coming up right in front of me, closer than made me feel comfortable. He had a conspiratorial smile on his face.
”So, John,” he began after wiping the water from his face, “You got any plans to play around while you’re here in New Orleans without the wife?”
I immediately knew what he was implying. “No,” I said. “Never cheated on her, and don’t plan to.”
”So she’s still giving you what you need in the bedroom?” he asked.
”Sometimes,” I said hesitatingly, then finished with, “We’re not as active as we were when we were first married.” I’m not sure why I decided to tell him that.
“Bet you get horny a lot, huh?” he asked, grinning.
”Yeah,” I admitted, smiling slightly, remembering the material I had planned to jerk of with later. “There was a hot woman in the seat next to me on the plane today,“ I continued. “I was hard most of the flight!”
He grinned at me. “Yeah, dude, I get it! It’s hard to control yourself when you’re so close to someone who turns you on, even if you are married!” he said. Even though I knew he was continuing our conversation, it was also clear he was talking about how he felt about me. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
”I think I’ll go try out the hot tub,” i said, pushing off from the wall of the pool and moving away from Bob. I had been kind of tense lately with work and family responsibilities, I had been thinking about getting in the hot tub since I got to the pool deck, hoping the warm water jets would relax me. Plus, maybe I could get away from Bob. No such luck.
”That’s a great idea!” Bob said as he moved to join me.
Fuck! Getting in the hot tub with a gay guy who had already confessed his desire for me was not the way to relax! But I couldn’t stop now, since I’d already said it. I moved over to the shaded area where the small circular pool was, turned the dial to start the jets, and stepped down in the warm water as the jets began their frothy dance.
Bob stepped over to his chair to check his phone, then came to join me about 30 seconds later. I had positioned myself against the back of the tub, facing out toward the pool. I assumed that he would sit on the opposite side from me, but instead he came and sat down right next to me. “I hate having my back to the pool area,” he said by way of explanation. He stretched his arms up as he got accustomed to the water, and when he brought them back down, he extended them out along the sides of the hot tub. This resulted in his left arm resting behind my back. Anyone who saw us sitting there would assume that we were a couple, enjoying the hot tub together. This was not what I was wanted!
I turned to Bob, and said, “Bob, I think you might have gotten the wrong impression about me. I’m not into guys,” I finished.
”I don’t have any ideas, right or wrong,“ he replied as he turned his head to look at me. “I‘m just a friendly guy,” he said as he patted me on the shoulder with the hand that was behind me. I noticed that he left his hand resting on my shoulder, gently rubbing it. Now I was in the hot tub with a big hairy muscle guy whose arm was around me. I had to stop whatever this was. I turned my head once again to look at him, but as I turned, he gripped my shoulder and effectively turned my body toward him as he turned to me, and then he pulled me into him, capturing my mouth with his in a kiss. I pressed my hands against his chest to push him away, but he was too strong, and I found myself enveloped in his arms, my hands once again lost in his chest hair. Worse, after the first few seconds, I stopped fighting, sensing it was useless. Then I felt myself responding to his kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips as his own lips parted and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I was being kissed by a man, and I could feel my own cock pulsing to life, engorging with blood as I got turned on!
Within a minute, my hands that had tried to push Bob away were now feeling all over his body as I gave in. My cock had grown fully hard from the physical contact and his manhandling of me. It was like we were two horny teenagers, alone in a hot tub at a hotel, making out.
Bob must have been uncomfortable with the position as we were both turned sideways, because after another minute, he grabbed me up and spun me around to face him, sitting in, or rather straddling, his lap. His arms came around me, holding me close as he groaned into our kiss. My arms were up over his shoulders, holding on as he devoured my mouth with his own. I could feel his hard cock stretching his speedo under my ass, communicating his desire for me. I was shocked at how quickly I had given into him, and how my body was responding to his seduction!
Once he knew I was not trying to stop him, Bob stood up, holding me in midair as he turned us around and sat me down on the edge of the hot tub. Then, pushing me back slightly, he grabbed my swim trunks and pulled them down and off my legs. For the first time in my life, I was naked outside, in broad daylight, in the middle of a city! Bob didn’t give me time to think too much about it, though. He knelt in the tub and then swallowed my 7 in cock whole!
”Holy Fuck!” I gasped. My hard cock was loving the warm mouth that was surrounding it!
Bob pulled back, laughing as he said, “Shhh! We don’t want anyone to come looking for where the noises are coming from!” I tried to keep it down as we engulfed my cock yet again, bobbing up and down on it. He was fucking talented at sucking cock! I guess what I’d heard was true: men were better at blow jobs! He was exponentially better than any woman who’d taken my dick in her mouth!
After about 5 minutes of his oral mastery, he pushed me to lean back on the pool deck as he deep-throated me. Once I was finally laying flat on the deck, Bob grabbed my legs and pushed them back, his hands on my hamstrings. I lifted my head and started to protest, “No, I don’t…” I didn’t get any more words out, and instead the only noise that came from my mouth was a slutty moan, because Bob moved from sucking my cock to attacking my hole with his tongue. I’d never been rimmed before, and had no idea that any part of my body could feel like this!
He started by swiping his tongue across my hole, before zeroing in on the center of my hole, his tongue pressing against it and then beginning to push in. The pleasure was exquisite! I didn’t know my ass was such a pleasure zone, but he introduced me to it, and I never wanted him to stop. I felt him pull back and I looked down to see why he stopped. He chuckled, seeing the need on my face, the desire for him to resume what he’d been doing!
“Turn over,” he said, grinning at my enjoyment of his tongue action. Wanting to get his face back between my cheeks as quickly as possible, I rolled over. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back, bringing me to stand in the hot tub and bend over the side. He knelt behind me again and resumed eating my ass. “FUCK!” I gasped once again, once again floating on clouds of ecstasy as he pressed spit into my hole. I could feel myself getting wetter in my hole, but I didn’t care, as long as he kept eating me. Then he pressed a finger in!
”Shit!” I thought, ”he’s playing with my ass! He thinks he's going to fuck me!” But just as I meant to tell him to stop, his finger hit something inside me that made me see stars! “OHHHH!” I gasped, then moaned sluttily, shocked at the way my voice sounded as his finger moved inside me.
”There we go,” he said soothingly behind me. ”Just let go and enjoy it.”
I relaxed and let him play in my hole, the pleasure growing with each passing moment. He added a second finger. I kept hearing him spit on my hole, adding more spit lube to my already wet ass. Finally he pulled his fingers out and pressed his tongue in again, rimming me for a second before he stood up behind me. His left hand was on the small of my back, holding me bent over as he reached down beside me and grabbed a small bottle. He must have gotten it when he was checking his phone, but I hadn’t seen him bring it over. He removed the cap and handed the bottle to me.
“Hold it up to your nose, and inhale, first in one nostril, then the other,” he instructed. I did as he commanded. At first I felt lightheaded, then a warmth began spreading in my abdomen, radiating down to my ass. As the poppers did their work relaxing me, I simultaneously felt something spongy yet firm press against my ass. The combination of the rimming, fingering, the spit and the poppers must have worked, because I could feel it starting slide in. My lust was thick and my brain fogged by the poppers, and it took me a moment to realize it was not more fingers, but it was Bob’s cock! He was going to fuck me! I never even knew when he removed his speedo!
As the realization dawned, the head of his cock popped in my hole, followed by about 2 inches of cock. “SHIT!” I yelled, “That fucking hurts! Take it out!”
”SHHHH!” Bob said commandingly, yet somehow soothing me. “Push out, like you have to shit.” I heard him spit on his cock as I obeyed what he said, and miraculously my ass opened and he slid all the way in, balls deep! I could feel his pubes pressing against my ass! I had a man’s cock in my ass!
Bob handed me the poppers again. “Take another hit,” he commanded. I did, and the warmth returned and my ass loosened. Bob started fucking me, quickly building up to a steady, hard thrust, ready to get his nut there on the pool deck, surrounded by buildings of the New Orleans sky line. He fucked me for about 5 minutes before I felt him tense up, increase his speed, and then slam home. I could feel his cock pulse as he shot his load deep in my ass. Surprisingly, I was hard, and knew I was close to cumming. Bob reached around and grabbed my cock. Feeling that it was hard, he chuckled.
”Look who enjoyed getting fucked after all, Mr. Married Man“ he said. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. Then he sat down in the hot tub, bringing me down with him, his cock still lodged firmly in my no longer virgin ass. Once seated, he proceeded to jack my cock, the head of which was just above the water. After about a minute, my own climax overtook me and my cock shot farther than I’d ever seen it shoot, hitting me in the face, and then running down my chest.
I’d never played with my ass before, and so I’d never known how much my ass muscles contracted during orgasm. But having Bob’s cock in my ass as I came, the climax was so much more intense. I heard Bob moan into my back as I came, the contractions of my ass must have felt good on his cock! We sat like that for a moment, his arms around me as I sat on his cock, looking out at the pool deck, wondering how in the world this could have happened, and what I would do moving forward.
My thoughts were broken by Bob’s softening cock slipping out of my hole under the water. I stood and shakily made my way to the edge of the hot tub, and climbed out. Bob followed, and coming up beside me asked, “Was that what you wanted, baby?”
I looked at him in confusion, unclear of what he meant. Simultaneously, I heard the ding of the elevator door as it reached the pool deck. A man about my height and weight stepped out of the elevator and came toward us.
”Are you Bob?” the man asked. Bob nodded, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I messaged you but never heard back. I got stuck in traffic and…” The man stopped talking as he realized we were both naked and had clearly just finished having sex.
”Fuck…” Bob breathed out as realization dawned on his face. Turning to me, he said, “John, I’m so sorry! Fuck, dude, I set up a hook up with this guy anonymously, and when you came in the bathroom, I thought you were him! We’d agreed to role play where he was a reluctant married man, and I would seduce him! I thought you were just playing! Fuck!”
I looked between the two of them, considered the awkwardness of this situation, and then burst out laughing. When I finally got it under control, I said, “Bob, it’s okay. That’s not how I thought this afternoon would go, but I’m not mad! In fact, you may have noticed that I enjoyed it more than I thought I ever would.“
Bob smiled, but then turned serious again. “You have to know that I would never have been so forward if I hadn’t thought you wanted it, and that we’d planned to meet up!”
”I know,” I said. “Do not worry!”
As it turned out, the real guy didn’t have time to stay, so Bob and I put our trunks back on, grabbed our stuff, and headed down to our rooms. And, as luck would have it, we were on the same floor, in adjacent rooms. We even found out later they had adjoining doors. We made plans to meet for the conference, then prepared to part.
Arriving at his door first, Bob said, “If you decide you’d Iike a repeat, just knock. I’ll happily fuck that sweet married ass again!”
I smiled and said, “Thanks, but I think this afternoon was enough for me. I can chalk that up to learning something new, but I’d feel like I’m cheating on my wife if we do more.”
”Well, just know it’s available if you want it,” he said as he opened his door, disappearing into his room. I nodded my assent as I opened my own door.
I stepped into my room, dropped my swim suit and stepped into the shower, washing the past couple of hours off of my body. I felt refreshed and surprisingly calm after losing my anal virginity. I wasn’t mad, but decided that I wasn’t interested in doing it again. I’d experienced it, but now that was in the past.
Until later that night. Laying in my bed, reliving the fucking, the rimming, the fingering, the blow job, my cock grew hard. The more aroused I became, the more my resolve to leave that behind wavered. At 11:30 pm, I gave up trying to pretend I didn’t want it again. I stood, walked to the adjoining door into Bob’s room, and knocked.
Bob opened the door and said, “About time!” Pulling me into his room, I was once again engulfed in his arms as he took me into a passionate kiss! 10 minutes later found me naked, on my back, Bob once again buried balls deep in my ass, fucking me missionary, my body bent in half by his bigger and stronger one. He leaned down to kiss me as he maintained a steady rhythm of fucking my hole. I never wanted this pleasure to end!
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