Oh, the joys of my life. On the plus side, 10 weeks of highly paid work. On the minus side, 10 weeks in a 2 star (at best) motel. On the minus minus side, we were informed via email this morning that due to capacity shortages, we would be doubled up in rooms until more local rooms became available. Great, a roomie. Just like college all over again.
I didn’t mind really, the drive up was pleasant enough. Plants watered, condo being looked after by the neighbors. Fridge cleared out, mail on hold. I was used to this and I was looking forward to the break and starting the project. I’m a techie and I work in data centers, which are by design in remote locations. And I love the work that we are doing and the massive technological advances. Very exciting. To me anyway.
At first appearance, the motel wasn’t a complete dud. Exactly as I expected – sort of 1950’s style and motif. The guy behind the counter was exactly what you’d expect. A local kid making some money who otherwise didn’t give a shit. He was cute, but too young and too uninteresting. His bulge looked promising, but only for titillation. Room 33. Last room available and the last room on the left. Chuck was his name.
Well the room was less of a disappointment, to be honest. A little musty, but windows (with screens!) that opened. Carpet over linoleum flooring that looked almost new. Decent paint job and a fairly new if not high-end bathroom. The bed looked comfortable. Decent pillows and a throw, opposite the tv. Everything would have been fine. Except for that fact that it was one bed. A big, large, California king bed. Meant for one person or a couple. And there would be two of us, when the roomie showed up. Fuck. Well let’s hope he’s cute! Oh god, and not hideous looking. Could you imagine. 10 weeks sleeping next to a troll! Fuck.
I settled in – moved some beers and some vodka to the fridge. Some munchies from home into the kitchenette area. TV on to some local channel, and I surfed porn on twitter. Not much else to do. Cracked a beer and let the mind relax!
I heard the key card on the lock. The troll must have inserted it wrongly as he had to do it a few times, and he was cursing at the thing. Nice deep voice. Finally, the lock unclicked and the door was pushed open.
To say that I was speechless would be accurate. To say that my breadth was taken away would also be true. To say that my heart palpitated would be correct too. Never in my life or in my wildest wet dream could or would I have imagined such a beautiful and perfect specimen of a man. Tall, solid, well defined muscles, slim waste, lush, full, shiny brown hair. Perfect skin, beautiful masculine nose, gorgeous, dreamy eyes. The very epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. Fuck.
“Hey there man” the hot stud troll said – “I’m Scott – you must be the roomie! Sorry about that!” as he dropped his bags on the floor and looked around the room. “Not too bad for a motel in bumblefuck – oh fuck, dude, there is one bed, can’t we get another?”
At 6’, I am not short. Scott was bigger than me, I’m thinking at least 6’2” – and all gorgeous man. It was all I could do to stop staring at this celestial being. There was like an aura of gorgeousness around him. Ok, I’ve been horny all day (a mindless drive does that to me) and I was so busy packing up that I didn’t spank it this morning – so the nads were good and full and churning in overdrive in anticipation of meeting with this new erotic toy. Oh god, I’ve even got a semi, shit, loose pants, too. Geez what a freak.
“Hey man – do you talk?” His voice was so luscious, deep, resonant. It was like his voice box was vibrating. I would feel a drop of precum on the tip of my dick. Jesus this is hard. I can’t take my eyes off of him. And that bulge. This Scott was ALL man. Holy fuck. Fuck.
“Hey dude – you got a name? You are kind of freaking me out”.
“Oh, sor sor sorry. Yes. I have a name.” The graceful way he moved around the room, it was like gliding. Fuck. This was shit on a stick I am so fucking lucky oh my freaking god this guy is hot. Fuck.
“Dude – how many beers have you had? I mean, I’m use to knocking the ladies out, but I thought a good looking dude like yourself could handle meeting another dude. What’s your name or will I have to call you Fuck Face?”
“Ethan”. There I said it! God, my eyes burned looking into his. They were pulled in. It was like my sole was being touched. This guy would nail me for a fag in about a minute if I keep this up. Shit, but that package! My eyes kept being pulled to that, too. He must have a semi – there was too much of it. I could see the flared head of it. Fuck.
“Okay, Ethan. Great thanks. You may want to lay off the hooch. Nice to meet you. This is going to be interesting. Presumably that’s your side of the bed, nearest the bathroom door, and I get the outside spot?”
“Yeah, if that’s alright with you. I’m happy to switch. It’s a comfy bed at least, and a lovely comforter”. God, why would I say something so stupid like that.
Scott look at me was a little cockeyed and I’d swear that something just clicked for him. He had me made. Fuck. “Hey Ethan, would you grab that bag for me? I’d like to get my stuff unpacked and settled in.”
Fuck. Getting the bag would mean getting up. And getting up would me my dick, now pretty much hard, would need to be dealt with. Fuck. Why did I wear baggy sweats. And commando (dumb idea!) too, so less elastic to tuck the beast into. Fuck. Doing a roll up and out of bed movement, I was able to pull my dick up so it wasn’t tenting too bad, but no way was it hidden. Jeez, and Scott’s eyes took that moment to glance over. I know he saw me tenting. Busted. Fuck. Let’s hope he’s cool about it or I’m about to get the shit beat out of me! 7” of hard, blow -the-mind turned on cock is hard to hide at the best of times. This was not the best of times.
Bringing the bag over to Scott brought me more fully into his presence. Wow. It was like a magnet. His scent was fresh, masculine, manly. Studly. I wanted to stick my nose into his armpits and inhale deeply. God this man was punching my numbers.
“Um, hey Ethan, you can leave the bag there. Thanks. You okay man? And, if you don’t mind me saying so, it looks like you need to take care of some business”.
God my face burnt red. This stud caught me out and is telling me to go jerk one out. Fuck. And that smirk on his face. And he winked!
“Don’t worry man – happens to all of us!”. “And hey, Ethan” Scott said, turning to face me on the bed. “This isn’t my first rodeo, as they say – can we cover some ground rules?” His face was serious, and he looked almost a little nervous.
“Look – I’m an athlete, and I have been my entire life. Football, lacrosse, basketball and ultimate frisbee, oaky – so I’ve seen a lot of guys naked and I know about men and what makes us tick. Okay? So we’re going to be in tight corners, and I need to know your thoughts on how covered up I need to be, and what the rules are for when we bring a chick back”.
God. Is he asking me what I think he’s asking me? That this god is covered up now is a crime. He should be naked and make to stay naked at all times. Fuck. Dick throb.
“Scott – I’m an athlete too – we’ll have to play on our free time. I was a wrestler and a swimmer. I’ve seen lots of guys naked a lot of times and it completely doesn’t bother me.”
In fact I LOVE IT! Why do you think I joined the swim team in the first place – to see those lovely cocks in speedos, of course. Duh! Oh god, and I could tell you exactly what every one of my teammates packages looked like. God did they turn me on and I was like 10 when I started. I don’t think I’d even learnt how to jerk off yet! And wrestling. Jeez. No brainer there either. Get to have a hot stud wrestle me to the ground, his cock rubbing into just about everything. God, I popped so much wood with those hotties. And I didn’t even care. I figured if my opponent liked it, deal. We’d play later. If he was offended, too bad. At least I got a cheap thrill!
“Cool, man. Thanks. Okay, so we should cover up as needed, otherwise free to live as god made us, okay? Other ground rules: 1) Use the fan when you shit. Nothing kills the mood like a stanky shit. 2) If you plan on getting laid, LMK and keep it to before midnight. Bitchs out after that – we are here to work. Got it? 3) Jerking off. We all have to do it. If you spank in the shower, make sure you rinse the spooge out. I don’t want to slip and break an arm. If you are spanking it in bed, please don’t do it when I’m in there. I will NOT be asleep!”
God. Did this man just tell me where and how to clean my spunk. And Scott fucking a chick in our bed?!? Swoon. Fuck. I’d roll in the wet spot like a dog in heat! This is really too much. It’s been what, maybe 10 minutes since my roomie went from troll to studly god with a massive package, to me with a rapid boner, then what has to be a wet spot on front, to Scott telling me he would be banging some pussy in our bed, to it’s okay to jerk off, just don’t do it next to him. Fuck. Well, he was free to spank it next to me anytime!
“Have you had a shower yet? I need to get the road trip scum off me.” As he removed his shirt, leaving him in shorts with the waist band of boxers peaking through. God. He was like Cary Grant suave. With Tom Cruise (Top gun) cockiness. With an Adonis body. Look at those pecs. Quarter sized nipples that had just a dusting of hair. What. A. Man. Shucking those shorts and boxers. If I was hard before. Now we really have a problem.
How to describe perfection. God, I’ve been learning a lot about perfection with Scott. A full cock. Uncut. Way bigger than my thumb. Fully soft, with a little pink tip of skin hanging down. God I loved uncut men. My balls immediately contracted and if I made any movement, I am sure I would cum. And I was just STARING AT HIS COCK. It was like he was in slow motion. God those nuts. Definitely baseball size. Holding that cock up. He bent down to step out of his shorts, and god, his ass, it winked at me – but his cock was so massive it was swinging between the V of his legs. Oh My Fucking God. Dick Throb. Fuck. Turning around to me, I was mesmerized as his cock swung naturally, flapping from side to side. And the dimples of his ass. Stopping at the doorway to the bathroom, with an over his shoulder glance, he smirked again and said “Glad you like what you see, Ethan!”
OMG. Busted. I was in heaven/hell. What did all of this mean? Too many signals, too much information flowing into this overwhelmed brain. OMG. He talked about pussy, so he was straight for sure. He was an athlete so was used to being naked in front of other guys. And he’d already said he’d be naked and jerking off. Fuck. My hand grabbed my cock. I needed release. But I needed to be ravaged. I needed to be out of my clothes, on my back, spanking, tweaking my nipples and thinking, pretending, imagining it was Scott pleasing me. With the shower safely on, I was fast out of my clothes. On the bed naked, spread eagled. God my tits need to be abused. Precum was leaking. LUBE. Spit is not enough. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where did I pack the lube. Shit. Throwing stuff around my bag. I feel it. That hard round bottle that was always the precursor to pleasure. Like Pavlog’s dog, as if I couldn’t already be more turned on. Diving back onto the bed, lube smeared, oh god, those strokes. His cock, his pecs, his ass, his face his voice. “Don’t jerk off while I’m in bed, I won’t be asleep” Oh god.
And then, as part of my heaven/hell scenario. Just as the rumblings of my essence were ready to start their slow retreat and bring me to a new nirvana…it was like slow motion. The door opens and Scott steps out. Looks me dead in the eye. “Oh, jeez man, sorry – forgot my shampoo”. He’s looking at my cock. My hands at the base, not moving. My legs are spread wide and thrilled to be showing my ass off for Scott, watching his cock swing as he crosses the room. And looking back on it now, it was exciting, cool and hot all wrapped up. But fuck. I started cumming. Not a lazy shoot of rope. I mean a load (I moaned!), thrashing, ROPE after ROPE of heavy, thick cum. Over my head. And Scott saw the whole thing. “Nice one man! Good for you” as he grabbed his shampoo and went back into the shower.
I didn’t mind really, the drive up was pleasant enough. Plants watered, condo being looked after by the neighbors. Fridge cleared out, mail on hold. I was used to this and I was looking forward to the break and starting the project. I’m a techie and I work in data centers, which are by design in remote locations. And I love the work that we are doing and the massive technological advances. Very exciting. To me anyway.
At first appearance, the motel wasn’t a complete dud. Exactly as I expected – sort of 1950’s style and motif. The guy behind the counter was exactly what you’d expect. A local kid making some money who otherwise didn’t give a shit. He was cute, but too young and too uninteresting. His bulge looked promising, but only for titillation. Room 33. Last room available and the last room on the left. Chuck was his name.
Well the room was less of a disappointment, to be honest. A little musty, but windows (with screens!) that opened. Carpet over linoleum flooring that looked almost new. Decent paint job and a fairly new if not high-end bathroom. The bed looked comfortable. Decent pillows and a throw, opposite the tv. Everything would have been fine. Except for that fact that it was one bed. A big, large, California king bed. Meant for one person or a couple. And there would be two of us, when the roomie showed up. Fuck. Well let’s hope he’s cute! Oh god, and not hideous looking. Could you imagine. 10 weeks sleeping next to a troll! Fuck.
I settled in – moved some beers and some vodka to the fridge. Some munchies from home into the kitchenette area. TV on to some local channel, and I surfed porn on twitter. Not much else to do. Cracked a beer and let the mind relax!
I heard the key card on the lock. The troll must have inserted it wrongly as he had to do it a few times, and he was cursing at the thing. Nice deep voice. Finally, the lock unclicked and the door was pushed open.
To say that I was speechless would be accurate. To say that my breadth was taken away would also be true. To say that my heart palpitated would be correct too. Never in my life or in my wildest wet dream could or would I have imagined such a beautiful and perfect specimen of a man. Tall, solid, well defined muscles, slim waste, lush, full, shiny brown hair. Perfect skin, beautiful masculine nose, gorgeous, dreamy eyes. The very epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. Fuck.
“Hey there man” the hot stud troll said – “I’m Scott – you must be the roomie! Sorry about that!” as he dropped his bags on the floor and looked around the room. “Not too bad for a motel in bumblefuck – oh fuck, dude, there is one bed, can’t we get another?”
At 6’, I am not short. Scott was bigger than me, I’m thinking at least 6’2” – and all gorgeous man. It was all I could do to stop staring at this celestial being. There was like an aura of gorgeousness around him. Ok, I’ve been horny all day (a mindless drive does that to me) and I was so busy packing up that I didn’t spank it this morning – so the nads were good and full and churning in overdrive in anticipation of meeting with this new erotic toy. Oh god, I’ve even got a semi, shit, loose pants, too. Geez what a freak.
“Hey man – do you talk?” His voice was so luscious, deep, resonant. It was like his voice box was vibrating. I would feel a drop of precum on the tip of my dick. Jesus this is hard. I can’t take my eyes off of him. And that bulge. This Scott was ALL man. Holy fuck. Fuck.
“Hey dude – you got a name? You are kind of freaking me out”.
“Oh, sor sor sorry. Yes. I have a name.” The graceful way he moved around the room, it was like gliding. Fuck. This was shit on a stick I am so fucking lucky oh my freaking god this guy is hot. Fuck.
“Dude – how many beers have you had? I mean, I’m use to knocking the ladies out, but I thought a good looking dude like yourself could handle meeting another dude. What’s your name or will I have to call you Fuck Face?”
“Ethan”. There I said it! God, my eyes burned looking into his. They were pulled in. It was like my sole was being touched. This guy would nail me for a fag in about a minute if I keep this up. Shit, but that package! My eyes kept being pulled to that, too. He must have a semi – there was too much of it. I could see the flared head of it. Fuck.
“Okay, Ethan. Great thanks. You may want to lay off the hooch. Nice to meet you. This is going to be interesting. Presumably that’s your side of the bed, nearest the bathroom door, and I get the outside spot?”
“Yeah, if that’s alright with you. I’m happy to switch. It’s a comfy bed at least, and a lovely comforter”. God, why would I say something so stupid like that.
Scott look at me was a little cockeyed and I’d swear that something just clicked for him. He had me made. Fuck. “Hey Ethan, would you grab that bag for me? I’d like to get my stuff unpacked and settled in.”
Fuck. Getting the bag would mean getting up. And getting up would me my dick, now pretty much hard, would need to be dealt with. Fuck. Why did I wear baggy sweats. And commando (dumb idea!) too, so less elastic to tuck the beast into. Fuck. Doing a roll up and out of bed movement, I was able to pull my dick up so it wasn’t tenting too bad, but no way was it hidden. Jeez, and Scott’s eyes took that moment to glance over. I know he saw me tenting. Busted. Fuck. Let’s hope he’s cool about it or I’m about to get the shit beat out of me! 7” of hard, blow -the-mind turned on cock is hard to hide at the best of times. This was not the best of times.
Bringing the bag over to Scott brought me more fully into his presence. Wow. It was like a magnet. His scent was fresh, masculine, manly. Studly. I wanted to stick my nose into his armpits and inhale deeply. God this man was punching my numbers.
“Um, hey Ethan, you can leave the bag there. Thanks. You okay man? And, if you don’t mind me saying so, it looks like you need to take care of some business”.
God my face burnt red. This stud caught me out and is telling me to go jerk one out. Fuck. And that smirk on his face. And he winked!
“Don’t worry man – happens to all of us!”. “And hey, Ethan” Scott said, turning to face me on the bed. “This isn’t my first rodeo, as they say – can we cover some ground rules?” His face was serious, and he looked almost a little nervous.
“Look – I’m an athlete, and I have been my entire life. Football, lacrosse, basketball and ultimate frisbee, oaky – so I’ve seen a lot of guys naked and I know about men and what makes us tick. Okay? So we’re going to be in tight corners, and I need to know your thoughts on how covered up I need to be, and what the rules are for when we bring a chick back”.
God. Is he asking me what I think he’s asking me? That this god is covered up now is a crime. He should be naked and make to stay naked at all times. Fuck. Dick throb.
“Scott – I’m an athlete too – we’ll have to play on our free time. I was a wrestler and a swimmer. I’ve seen lots of guys naked a lot of times and it completely doesn’t bother me.”
In fact I LOVE IT! Why do you think I joined the swim team in the first place – to see those lovely cocks in speedos, of course. Duh! Oh god, and I could tell you exactly what every one of my teammates packages looked like. God did they turn me on and I was like 10 when I started. I don’t think I’d even learnt how to jerk off yet! And wrestling. Jeez. No brainer there either. Get to have a hot stud wrestle me to the ground, his cock rubbing into just about everything. God, I popped so much wood with those hotties. And I didn’t even care. I figured if my opponent liked it, deal. We’d play later. If he was offended, too bad. At least I got a cheap thrill!
“Cool, man. Thanks. Okay, so we should cover up as needed, otherwise free to live as god made us, okay? Other ground rules: 1) Use the fan when you shit. Nothing kills the mood like a stanky shit. 2) If you plan on getting laid, LMK and keep it to before midnight. Bitchs out after that – we are here to work. Got it? 3) Jerking off. We all have to do it. If you spank in the shower, make sure you rinse the spooge out. I don’t want to slip and break an arm. If you are spanking it in bed, please don’t do it when I’m in there. I will NOT be asleep!”
God. Did this man just tell me where and how to clean my spunk. And Scott fucking a chick in our bed?!? Swoon. Fuck. I’d roll in the wet spot like a dog in heat! This is really too much. It’s been what, maybe 10 minutes since my roomie went from troll to studly god with a massive package, to me with a rapid boner, then what has to be a wet spot on front, to Scott telling me he would be banging some pussy in our bed, to it’s okay to jerk off, just don’t do it next to him. Fuck. Well, he was free to spank it next to me anytime!
“Have you had a shower yet? I need to get the road trip scum off me.” As he removed his shirt, leaving him in shorts with the waist band of boxers peaking through. God. He was like Cary Grant suave. With Tom Cruise (Top gun) cockiness. With an Adonis body. Look at those pecs. Quarter sized nipples that had just a dusting of hair. What. A. Man. Shucking those shorts and boxers. If I was hard before. Now we really have a problem.
How to describe perfection. God, I’ve been learning a lot about perfection with Scott. A full cock. Uncut. Way bigger than my thumb. Fully soft, with a little pink tip of skin hanging down. God I loved uncut men. My balls immediately contracted and if I made any movement, I am sure I would cum. And I was just STARING AT HIS COCK. It was like he was in slow motion. God those nuts. Definitely baseball size. Holding that cock up. He bent down to step out of his shorts, and god, his ass, it winked at me – but his cock was so massive it was swinging between the V of his legs. Oh My Fucking God. Dick Throb. Fuck. Turning around to me, I was mesmerized as his cock swung naturally, flapping from side to side. And the dimples of his ass. Stopping at the doorway to the bathroom, with an over his shoulder glance, he smirked again and said “Glad you like what you see, Ethan!”
OMG. Busted. I was in heaven/hell. What did all of this mean? Too many signals, too much information flowing into this overwhelmed brain. OMG. He talked about pussy, so he was straight for sure. He was an athlete so was used to being naked in front of other guys. And he’d already said he’d be naked and jerking off. Fuck. My hand grabbed my cock. I needed release. But I needed to be ravaged. I needed to be out of my clothes, on my back, spanking, tweaking my nipples and thinking, pretending, imagining it was Scott pleasing me. With the shower safely on, I was fast out of my clothes. On the bed naked, spread eagled. God my tits need to be abused. Precum was leaking. LUBE. Spit is not enough. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where did I pack the lube. Shit. Throwing stuff around my bag. I feel it. That hard round bottle that was always the precursor to pleasure. Like Pavlog’s dog, as if I couldn’t already be more turned on. Diving back onto the bed, lube smeared, oh god, those strokes. His cock, his pecs, his ass, his face his voice. “Don’t jerk off while I’m in bed, I won’t be asleep” Oh god.
And then, as part of my heaven/hell scenario. Just as the rumblings of my essence were ready to start their slow retreat and bring me to a new nirvana…it was like slow motion. The door opens and Scott steps out. Looks me dead in the eye. “Oh, jeez man, sorry – forgot my shampoo”. He’s looking at my cock. My hands at the base, not moving. My legs are spread wide and thrilled to be showing my ass off for Scott, watching his cock swing as he crosses the room. And looking back on it now, it was exciting, cool and hot all wrapped up. But fuck. I started cumming. Not a lazy shoot of rope. I mean a load (I moaned!), thrashing, ROPE after ROPE of heavy, thick cum. Over my head. And Scott saw the whole thing. “Nice one man! Good for you” as he grabbed his shampoo and went back into the shower.
