Based on a true experience.
I used to travel for business and once found myself in a sleepy mid-western city. My meetings had wrapped up early and I wanted to go home but couldn’t get a flight out. My client invited me for last minute drinks and dinner so I had a few free hours to kill.
The business hotel near the airport was very quiet that day; no events were going on in the conference rooms. I decided to take advantage of the of the sauna and was surprised to find it occupied by a younger guy in his early 20s wearing a towel and sitting on the top bench. I discretely sat at the other end and closed my eyes to enjoy the heat. Cracking open an eye, I noticed the guys foot seemed closer and he was glancing over, seeming to stretch out. He was getting a little close to my space so I nudged myself away. I couldn’t stop checking him out through my barely open eye; he had a nicely formed foot with long toes and an insanely high arch. He didn’t seem to have much in the way of body hair and a lean physique, but wait, was that a tent under his towel? He stretched out on the bench, this time moving his feet closer into my space, barely touching my hip. I looked over and said, “do you mind?” He didn’t say anything, just put his feet back down, then got up and left. It kind of took me by surprise; what was a young guy like that doing in a hotel like this at this hour? I closed my eyes again and went back to thinking about nothing, though images of his foot kept coming back into my mind.
A minute or two later, he poked his head back in and asked if I knew how to work the steam room next door. I shrugged my shoulders but got up and went to take a look for the stupid kid. When I came out, he was standing there naked, with a sizable dick fully hard and pointing upward. I naively tried to be nonchalant and actually looked to see how the steam room worked. He came close, looking over my shoulder and I felt his cock pressing on my hip. Oh what the hell?
“I don’t know how this thing works,” I said. “Come back into the sauna or you’ll catch cold.” It was chilly in the locker area.
Turning, I let my towel drop exposing my own cock which was starting to grow. He obeyed and sat down on the lower bench.
“Stand up,” I said quietly. “Come here often?
He didn’t reply, he just kept staring into my eyes as our cocks brushed against each other. OK, so now what? I decided to be bold and grabbed his cock and pressed it next to mine. His was a little longer than mine but thinner and had a smallish, and pointed glans. There was absolutely no movement to the skin of his shaft which pulled at his shaved pubic area and balls. It was quite pale which only accentuated this purple cockhead and a few veins. Since my cock is on the darker side, there was quite a contrast between us. My free hand reached over and grabbed his hip, pulling him closer. Reaching further back, my fingers felt the crack of his ass, digging in and searching for his hole. He just stood there, hands at his side and staring into my eyes. After a couple of minutes of feeling and mingling of our sweat, my cock was likewise hard as a rocket, something that doesn’t happened often. I grabbed him firmly on both cheeks, separating them and he raised his legs to wrap them around my waist, my cock rubing beneath his balls. Stepping over to the bench, I gently put him down and raised his legs up over my shoulders, pulling his ass cheeks apart. Looking down, I saw the winking eye of his sphincter. Spitting into my hand, I lubed up my cock and pressed in. It easily entered so I know this guy was no virgin. I began to thrust, slow and long; I wasn’t sure what was hotter, the heat from the sauna or inside of his colon. He stared up at me, then lowered his eyes as he felt his prostate being massaged. I don’t know how long this went on but after a while, I felt the usual sensations, the quickening of my breath, the weakness in my knees, clenching in my feet and my balls contracted, the sensations as a gush of cum pulsating out of my cock, the nerve endings on my cockhead tuned to max sensitivity. Catching my breath, I looked down at his cock which surprisingly had deflated and laid there against his cute balls and my pubic hair. As I deflated and withdrew, he got up quickly and was gone. What happened? The heat was starting to get to me so I showered and quickly went back to my room, thinking about what just went down.
Later, I was in the restaurant with my client, enjoying a late afternoon cocktail, when lo and behold, this guy turned out to be the waiter. I felt flustered but he gave no indication of recognition, acting professional and aloof. After dinner however, I ordered a cappuccino and glancing down, saw an unmistakable dollop of cum on top. Looking over, I saw him watching from the serving station. While my partner was on his phone, I raised my cup in his direction, gave a wink and took a deep sip.
I half expected him to show up at my room afterwards but he never did so I was left to jerk off alone. I didn’t get any sleep before having to get up early to catch my flight. I had been back to that city several times since and stayed at that hotel, but never ran into him again. I guess it’ll just be a memory to think of while wanking in the middle of the night.
I used to travel for business and once found myself in a sleepy mid-western city. My meetings had wrapped up early and I wanted to go home but couldn’t get a flight out. My client invited me for last minute drinks and dinner so I had a few free hours to kill.
The business hotel near the airport was very quiet that day; no events were going on in the conference rooms. I decided to take advantage of the of the sauna and was surprised to find it occupied by a younger guy in his early 20s wearing a towel and sitting on the top bench. I discretely sat at the other end and closed my eyes to enjoy the heat. Cracking open an eye, I noticed the guys foot seemed closer and he was glancing over, seeming to stretch out. He was getting a little close to my space so I nudged myself away. I couldn’t stop checking him out through my barely open eye; he had a nicely formed foot with long toes and an insanely high arch. He didn’t seem to have much in the way of body hair and a lean physique, but wait, was that a tent under his towel? He stretched out on the bench, this time moving his feet closer into my space, barely touching my hip. I looked over and said, “do you mind?” He didn’t say anything, just put his feet back down, then got up and left. It kind of took me by surprise; what was a young guy like that doing in a hotel like this at this hour? I closed my eyes again and went back to thinking about nothing, though images of his foot kept coming back into my mind.
A minute or two later, he poked his head back in and asked if I knew how to work the steam room next door. I shrugged my shoulders but got up and went to take a look for the stupid kid. When I came out, he was standing there naked, with a sizable dick fully hard and pointing upward. I naively tried to be nonchalant and actually looked to see how the steam room worked. He came close, looking over my shoulder and I felt his cock pressing on my hip. Oh what the hell?
“I don’t know how this thing works,” I said. “Come back into the sauna or you’ll catch cold.” It was chilly in the locker area.
Turning, I let my towel drop exposing my own cock which was starting to grow. He obeyed and sat down on the lower bench.
“Stand up,” I said quietly. “Come here often?
He didn’t reply, he just kept staring into my eyes as our cocks brushed against each other. OK, so now what? I decided to be bold and grabbed his cock and pressed it next to mine. His was a little longer than mine but thinner and had a smallish, and pointed glans. There was absolutely no movement to the skin of his shaft which pulled at his shaved pubic area and balls. It was quite pale which only accentuated this purple cockhead and a few veins. Since my cock is on the darker side, there was quite a contrast between us. My free hand reached over and grabbed his hip, pulling him closer. Reaching further back, my fingers felt the crack of his ass, digging in and searching for his hole. He just stood there, hands at his side and staring into my eyes. After a couple of minutes of feeling and mingling of our sweat, my cock was likewise hard as a rocket, something that doesn’t happened often. I grabbed him firmly on both cheeks, separating them and he raised his legs to wrap them around my waist, my cock rubing beneath his balls. Stepping over to the bench, I gently put him down and raised his legs up over my shoulders, pulling his ass cheeks apart. Looking down, I saw the winking eye of his sphincter. Spitting into my hand, I lubed up my cock and pressed in. It easily entered so I know this guy was no virgin. I began to thrust, slow and long; I wasn’t sure what was hotter, the heat from the sauna or inside of his colon. He stared up at me, then lowered his eyes as he felt his prostate being massaged. I don’t know how long this went on but after a while, I felt the usual sensations, the quickening of my breath, the weakness in my knees, clenching in my feet and my balls contracted, the sensations as a gush of cum pulsating out of my cock, the nerve endings on my cockhead tuned to max sensitivity. Catching my breath, I looked down at his cock which surprisingly had deflated and laid there against his cute balls and my pubic hair. As I deflated and withdrew, he got up quickly and was gone. What happened? The heat was starting to get to me so I showered and quickly went back to my room, thinking about what just went down.
Later, I was in the restaurant with my client, enjoying a late afternoon cocktail, when lo and behold, this guy turned out to be the waiter. I felt flustered but he gave no indication of recognition, acting professional and aloof. After dinner however, I ordered a cappuccino and glancing down, saw an unmistakable dollop of cum on top. Looking over, I saw him watching from the serving station. While my partner was on his phone, I raised my cup in his direction, gave a wink and took a deep sip.
I half expected him to show up at my room afterwards but he never did so I was left to jerk off alone. I didn’t get any sleep before having to get up early to catch my flight. I had been back to that city several times since and stayed at that hotel, but never ran into him again. I guess it’ll just be a memory to think of while wanking in the middle of the night.
