Feeling the bed shift under me was enough to rouse me from my dream. It was a blissful dream, too.
There was a tall, dark, and handsome man in a form-fitting grey suit and he wanted me. His face was masculine, but not like a caricature, it was classically handsome. His beard was tipping to grey but still had that salt and pepper look, as was his hair, though the temples had passed to a silvery grey.
When the bed shifted again, I opened my eyes, but before I could turn to see who might be in bed with me I felt the weight of some against my back.
“Good morning handsome,” came the deep, baritone voice from behind me.
“MMM, good morning,” I said back, closing my eyes as his voice's depth continued reverberating through my body.
Opening my eyes once again, last night’s events were screaming back into focus. The man in my dreams was real, and he was behind me. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the posh surroundings of an expensive hotel suite.
My thoughts were halted as his teeth gently nipped at my ear. My groan came from deep within, and his teeth sent shockwaves straight to my balls.
“Fuck,” I gasped and felt my hips involuntarily push back.
“He likes that?” came from behind me in a growl, and he ground his hips forward.
“He certainly does,” I said, as the unmistakable feeling of precum smeared across my ass cheek, “feels like you do too Sir.” I cooed at him.
His grinding began to increase in both intensity and strength. One of his hands slid down my side and latched onto my bare hip. As his hips drove forward he pulled my ass back into him.
“I need you,” He grunted.
As soon as the words left his lips, he rolled me onto my back and pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. His lips slowly kissed their way down from my calf to my inner thigh. Deftly he lined himself up and sank deep inside in one fluid motion.
“OHH god!” I moaned, feeling the pressure and stretch of his unyielding push.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” He said to me, as he fell forward and braced himself above me.
“Fuck me!” I said with as much force as I could muster.
Every one of his 8 or so inches was buried to the hilt. The girth of his shaft was stretching me deliciously, and I slowly rocked my hips with his thrusts. Jesus, this man was making me feel things inside me that were driving my body crazy. As he fucked into me, more of the previous night was coming back.
***
I’d gone to the bar after work with some co-workers. The bar we chose wasn’t particularly crowded, but we liked the place. It was in the lobby of the nicest hotel in the city, so it was more of an upscale place.
As soon as we arrived I noticed this beautiful man sitting off to one side by himself. Feeling an incredible draw to him the moment our eyes met. It felt like a scene from one of those cheesy romance novels, everything around me went quiet, and he was the only person in the room.
After a while, my co-workers finally told me I should go over and introduce myself since I was clearly into him, and I was just the other side of tipsy enough to do it.
“Hey there,” I said, my voice belying the nervous energy that was radiating through me.
“Well hello,” He said, his smile cocky and confident.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked him.
He held up his drink and it was fresh, “I just got one, why don’t I buy you one?” he said.
“Sounds good to me,” I said, smiling at him.
He waived over the bartender and pointed at my bottle of Stella Artois, “Can he get another, on my tab please?”
“Certainly Mr. Hayden.” The bartender said, before turning to get the cider.
“Mr. Hayden? I’m Mike,” I said, with a shit-eating grin, holding my hand out.
His laugh was so warm, it enveloped me like a blanket and sent a shiver down my spine.
“Greg calls me that because I’m staying here in the hotel. You can call me George. It’s nice to meet you Mike.” he said, shaking my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, George,” I said, not sure why my body suddenly broke out in goosebumps at the touch.
Our conversation flowed so easily, that I didn’t even notice my co-workers had left.
It was then at George’s beautiful, baritone asked, “Would you like to come up for another drink?”
It would have sounded like a cheesy pick-up line, but I got the distinct impression that wasn’t something that George offered often.
“I would love to,” I said, and I knew that it was true.
When we got in the elevator, George pulled out a keycard and scanned it before selecting the top floor. Getting off the elevator, we stood in a hallway with only three doors. It was obvious that these were the largest suites in the hotel, and when he opened the door to the room at the end of the hall was blown away by the size of the suite.
Once inside there was a small kitchen to one side, with an equally sized dining table to the other. Across from the door, situated in front of the doors to the rooftop terrace was a sitting area with a sofa and chairs. On one side of the room where the TV was located, there was a small bar area, where George headed.
“What can I fix you? I’m afraid I don’t have any cider up here?” He said, smiling a smile that almost made me melt.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I said back, barely trusting my voice.
“Whiskey neat then, good boy,” He said and I saw a glint of mischief flash over his eyes.
Before I could stop myself, I responded, “Thank you, Sir!”
That glint of mischief turned into a torrent of it. His face lit up when I so easily fell into a submissive role at the mere suggestion of being his boy.
Once poured he walked over to hand me my drink and our hands brushed. That rush of electricity I’d felt in the bar passed through me again. Before I could react, his hand was on the back of my head our lips crashed together. The kiss was hungry and feverish.
Pulling back, but keeping our foreheads together, George said, “This is fucking crazy.”
“So fucking crazy,” I said, before crushing our lips together again.
The intensity of our kisses never relented. We cast our drinks aside at some point and fell back on the sofa. It wasn’t long before our clothes followed the drinks, hastily cast away.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I gasped, taking in the naked man before me.
“Look who's talking, you’re magnificent,” He said.
He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. His hands worked their way behind me, gripping my ass. I could feel him kneading my butt cheeks, causing momentarily chills from the air-conditioned room to touch my puckered hole.
“AHHHH” I cried out, as one of his fingers pressed against the opening.
“Does my boy like that?” He asked, his voice gravelly with desire.
“I fucking love it, Sir,” I whined, pushing back on his finger.
“Good boy,” He growled deeply.
Not a moment later, he spilled me over off his lap and onto the sofa. I found myself bent over the back, my ass presented to him in all its glory. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt the glorious tickle of his stubble, and then the earth-shattering pleasure of his tongue.
To say George was a master of manipulation with that tongue would be doing him a disservice. He made me feel things that in my 30-some years of life I’d never felt before.
“Yes, FUCK” I cried into the cushions on the back of the sofa.
SLAP
The sting jolted me and went straight to my cock.
SLAP
Again, straight through me, and my cock throbbed.
“Good boy,” He growled from between my ass cheeks.
“Please fuck me, I need you inside me,” I whined, surprising myself with the neediness that resonated in my voice.
“You need my cock inside you, baby?” He asked teasingly but stood and slapped his cock against my hole.
“FUCK, I need your cock inside me, Sir!” I cried.
Without much pomp and circumstance, I felt the blunt head of his dick pushing at my wet hole. At first, the pressure was light, but then he thrust ever so slightly.
“Ahhh!” I gasped feeling the stretch of his thrust.
“Shhh, be a good boy and take me.” He said, thrusting forward again.
This time the head of his cock popped inside and then I hissed from the sting as I involuntarily clamped around his shaft.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock” He said, rubbing his hands over my back.
The sting lessened, and he must have felt me relax because he pushed forward. This time there was no relenting. His cock was on a forward march and wasn’t stopping until I waved the white flag of surrender. After a few excruciatingly delicious moments of him sliding into me, I felt his dense bush scratching at my tender hole.
“Such a good boy! You’ve got all of me inside you, baby,” He said, and there was almost a tone of pride in his voice.
“You feel so good inside me Sir, so goddamn big,” I said, breathlessly.
“Trust me, baby, you feel good too,” He said, as he started rocking his hips.
His rhythm began to increase with each thrust of his hips, and soon he was slamming into. The sound of our bodies slapping together gradually changed in tone as sweat covered our bodies. Too lost in the pleasure to care about volume, our cries of pleasure echoed through the suite. George was pleasuring me in ways that I’d never experienced.
“I’m so fucking close baby!” He called out, his breath ragged.
“Me too, cum for me, please,” I whined back at him.
As his thrusts began to get more irregular, my body was suddenly wracked with a deep burning pleasure. It started building from deep the core of my being, and it radiated out to my limbs. I could feel my body shaking and vibrating with intensity, and my vision went white.
At the same time, I could feel George flexing and pulsing inside me. The warmth of his seed spilling inside only served to intensify the pleasure radiating within me.
“FUCK” I squealed as my load sprayed out of me with a ferocity I’d never experienced.
Spent, and breathless, we collapsed onto the sofa a sweaty mass of limbs. George pulled me close to him, holding me tightly.
“Jesus fucking Christ Mike! I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.” He said, his tone hinting at surprise.
“Neither have I, I could see for a minute,” I said to him, chuckling to myself.
***
Back in the present, every inch of him felt absolutely glorious. It was like he was designed to fit me. I’d never felt so perfectly connected to another person before. Having already been loosened by him the night before, he easily slid in and out.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous Mike,” George cooed as he continued fucking me.
“Look who’s talking, you’re perfect,” I managed to say through ragged and breathless pants.
His thrusts slowed, and he lowered himself on top of me, careful to hold his weight so as not to crush me. Now his hips were rocking slightly, almost grinding into me.
“Make love to me, please George,” I begged, my voice much more vulnerable than it should have been.
Pulling back, he grinned wickedly at me, “I’ll make love to you Mike, I want my boy to be happy.” he said.
As he finished those words, he kissed me deeply. His tongue probed my mouth. The combination of his tongue and cock inside me was too much and I started cumming between us. My body spasmed, as I buried my face in his neck and screamed.
“FUCK baby, I’m cumming Mike,” He grunted.
I could feel the muscles in his neck spasm as I came down from my own orgasm, not wanting to move my face from his neck.
“OH MIKEY, fuck!” George cried out.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I held him to me as he shook, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
We lay there for a few minutes, kissing and stroking each other before we knew it was time to get up. While our shower was together, and there was plenty of fooling around, we kept it largely just petting and kissing.
After drying off, George said to me, “I’m in town through next week. I’d like it if you can stay with me?”
There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something that I didn’t expect from a man like him.
“I would really like that George, I’d like that a lot,” I said, kissing him.
“I’d really like it too,” He said, pulling me into a deeper kiss.
Before our kissing could get any more heated though, a phone started jingling its incessant ring from the other room. Parting, we both chuckled and made our way into the sitting area of the suite. As we did, a different ring town started clambering.
“I’ll take my call in the bedroom,” George said with a wink.
“Ok, baby,” I said pecking his lips.
Reaching down for my pants that had been discarded the night before, I grabbed my phone from the pocket.
“FUCK” I groaned internally seeing the caller ID.
“Hi, Shelley,” I answered.
“Good Morning Mike. Your father wanted me to call and see if you’re available for dinner tonight. He’s got a dinner with a political donor at 7 pm, and your mother can’t make it.” She said, always one to get right down to business.
“Umm, I think that should be fine, but I will check and get back to you! Is it a formal or casual dinner?” I asked, never sure what I was getting myself into, but having learned long ago to ask.
“I think a suit should be appropriate, nothing too fancy.” She said, and I could hear her smile.
“Ok, thanks Shelly, I’ll let you know. Bye,” I said.
Disconnecting the call, just as George exited the bedroom.
“I should probably get going,” I said, walking over to him and gripping his hips.
“Yeah, that was my assistant, my day is going to be a doozy. I really do want you to come back though Mike!” George said to me, before kissing my forehead.
“I have to have dinner with my father tonight, but I can meet you here afterward if that is ok with you?” I said.
“I have a dinner meeting tonight as well, so let’s meet after. Why don’t you come here around 9 pm?” He said.
“It’s a date!” I said, before kissing him deeply.
Before I could leave, he handed me a keycard, “So you can get in the room when you arrive.”
I put on my clothes from the night before, and after a few more kisses I was out the door.
Pulling my phone back out of my pocket I texted my father’s secretary, “Shelley, let my father know that I will be there.”
“The Governor will be very pleased!” She replied.
I always found it weird when she referred to him as “The Governor” it made it seem like he was someone else, not just my father. I suppose though, most people don’t have to plan their family get-togethers through their father’s secretary.
