Special thanks to my editor Cam. No matter how well you write, having an editor is invaluable. Disclaimers
1. If you're not supposed to read this due to the laws where you live, hit back and move along. If you read further, that's on you.
2. lf m/m sex isn't your thing, hit back and move along.
3. There may or may not be incest themes in any of my stories, implied or explicitly. If this offends you, hit back and move along.
4. All characters in this story are 18+ years old.
5. Any similarities with real life are purely coincidental.
Hello!
This is my first story, I hope you like it. Depending on the response, I may continue a series of stories with my protagonist (main character).
As a note, in the world of my fantasies the world is more open minded. Further the modern man wears pretty much anything besides boxers for underwear. Last but not least, it is a fantasy so realism wasn't really a priority.
Enjoy!
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At half past noon I had just finished up at an internship interview that had went really well. Now I was on my way to lunch. By lunch I mean a little "afternoon delight" with my lover to celebrate. I was all dressed up in my suit and tie, but not for long!
Half hard in my black bikini briefs, I pulled onto the access road for the "The Pines Motel." Winding my way through the trees I drove towards the "L" shaped building with the pool nestled into the space between the wings.
The Pines was what you might call a "no-tell motel" that specifically catered to men who were into men. The access road was on a strip where traffic was dense enough that cars slipping in and out of the access road were hard to keep track of. With the motel set back in a large stand of woods, it offered a lot of privacy. Rates were flexible with a higher hourly rate and a lower weekend rate designed to encourage longer encounters among the men who went there.
My favorite part of The Pines was the pool. Gorgeous guys waiting for their dates (or hoping to land one) would hang out by the pool, usually in the more provocative "speedo" or swim briefs style. Some would be swimming, others would be working on their tan. I loved seeing this wide spectrum of hot guys stripped down, baring their tanned and toned bodies. It was always an instant turn on. Who wouldn't be drawn to a place where men could confidently be themselves and flaunt their bodies?
Today there were a few guys wearing sungas over by the bar and two lean guys about my age horsing around in the pool. Laying out was a ripped black guy in a green thong but he wasn't the one that made me even harder. What got me pitching a tent in my suit pants was a sexy middle aged stud who was pulling his beautiful body out of the pool, with his back to me.
As I slowed, I watched the water running in rivulets from his brown hair down between his tight and muscled back, all the way down to his white, now translucent speedo swimsuit. The globes of his tight ass were on full display, and his cock and balls for those with a view of the front.
I wasn't the only guy checking out this perfectly aged specimen, but I was the only one who was going to sample him. Mid forties but only looking late thirties, he was a heartbreaker in a business suit and a wet dream in a bathing suit. Turning, he saw my car and smiled. Quickly my lover grabbed his things and headed for the building.
I took the driveway around the back way giving Dan plenty of time to get to our room ahead of me. Pulling my used black Wrangler in next to his brand new silver S-Class, I had to laugh at how this looked. I thought I had known Dan really well. Yet after my 18th birthday two months ago, a whole new world opened to my eyes and I saw him from a new perspective.
Looking up I saw him leaning in the door frame, his hand working his bulge inside the white speedo. The sight of his tan skin contrasting against the milky white of the briefs took my breath away, making me both horny and nervous.
Hopping out, I walked up to him and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"I'm scratching an itch?"
His green eyes shined with lust. As I got closer he grabbed my tie and hauled me into his still wet chest, our faces an inch apart.
"Wanna help?"
It was corny but I loved it. We kissed hotly in the doorway for a moment before I pushed him inside and closed the door behind us.
The door closed with a bang as Dan pressed me against it. His hands ran through my hair, pulling my mouth to his. Both of us were panting as we broke the kiss. I brought my hands up from his ass to his shoulders. While I did not want to rush my lover, looking in my lustful eyes he knew what I wanted and slowly knelt before me. I sighed in pleasure as his fingers traced my cock through my suit pants. I looked down and dragged his sexy face across my bulging crotch. Taking advantage of his kneeling position he traced the outline of my cock with his tongue.
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Dan was a master cock sucker, which I had learned on my birthday a couple of months ago. We went out to one of his client's hotel restaurants, so nobody would question my splitting a bottle (or three) of champagne with him over dinner. Starting off the conversation was light, typical stuff, but at some point we started flirting. It was really casual at first, as if we were both feeling each other out. I can't say who was seducing who by the third bottle of wine, but by that point we both knew where we wanted this to go.
Inevitably, the topic of sex came up; was I getting enough, was I happy with what I was getting, normal guy stuff. I complained none of my girlfriends (or boyfriends) could deep throat me. Well, Dan winked and told me that I needed a pretty big dick to be deep throated. Instead of answering directly, I took his hand and placed it on the crotch of my pants.
"Do you think this is big enough?"
Talking like this had me pitching a noticeable tent in my pants. My dick had popped out of the side of my wine colored string bikini briefs, and my glans were rubbing against my pants.
"I don't know. I'd have to see it, but I bet I could deep throat this," Dan said while squeezing my cock head.
"I betcha you can't."
"You're on," Dan challenged. "If I can deep throat it, then you will let me eat your ass. If I can't, you can..."
"I can fuck your ass," I grinned at him. "You're so nasty, but you're on!"
He told the waiter to bill his room and we were out of there and on our way to his suite. Once we got onto the elevator, I stood with my back against the wall. As soon as the doors closed, Dan was pulling my zipper down and sliding his hand inside my fly. We made it about three floors with him stroking the silky wine colored material across my cock. On the fourth floor the elevator stopped and I hurriedly zipped up before the doors opened.
An older couple got on, and didn't get off until the floor before ours. The wife couldn't keep her eyes off the bulge in my light colored khakis. It was a good thing they did come on board Dan told me later. If they hadn't, he would have just started blowing me there.
What happened in the suite is another story.
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"Mmm I see you're wearing the cocksox I gave you... for me or for your interview?" Dan asked.
The sound of my zipper being lowered was loud in the silent room. Dan lowered my suit pants and squeezed my brief clad cock with his hand. With a feather light touch he stroked me, the gentle touch causing my dick to leak.
"You were right about the suit pants and the briefs. I sat confidently throughout the interview with my legs slightly open, and half the questions were addressed to my pants."
I grabbed the back of his head and dragged his face back forth across the aching hard on in my briefs. Dan sighed in appreciation, his hands lightly stroking my inner thighs. Soon he was pushing my hands off the back of his head, giving himself room to work. Holding onto me by my ass, Dan laved his tongue broadly down the length. Reaching my balls, he gently gnawed on them through the material. Swabbing his tongue back up to the head, he sucked it through the cotton, drenching the briefs with his saliva. He was driving me fucking crazy.
Flipping my briefs underneath my balls, Dan dove in, inhaling my scent and lapping at my balls. Just before he got his lips to the head, I pushed him back a little. I slapped my hot cock on his lips, watching some precum bubble up and cling to his bottom lip. Grinning, he flicked his tongue across his lips tasting me. Moving forward he swabbed his tongue across the crown, before gobbling half my cock into his velvety mouth.
Moaning around my dick, he bobbed back and forth on what he could fit in his mouth, slobbering all over my unit. I kept flexing my hips trying to go deeper as I slipped the suit jacket off and began working on the cufflinks. Dan was busy using his hands to get my briefs and pants around my ankles and off. Suddenly he started groaning and sucked just the start of my head into his throat. This was new from this angle, but I knew why. Stepping out of my pants and shoes I left my socks and garters on, a little kink I knew Dan was into.
"Shit, man, you're a fucking stud..." Dan squeezed his speedo clad cock, flicking his tongue over my nuts.
"I'm such a slut for you, Rod."
"Me? Or my cock?" I winked at him playfully.
"You, you dirty hot fucker."
His voice was teasing but his eyes were filled with something I'd never seen before. Dan stood up and grabbed my tie, tugging me towards him. We connected and kissed deeply. It was just as hot as the first time. As our tongues danced and twined against each other I felt his hands on my chest. His fingers circled my nipples through the white shirt, pinching them and making them erect. Suddenly, Dan ripped my shirt open sending the buttons popping off everywhere.
"You ASS!" I snarled at him breaking the kiss.
"I'll buy you a new one. Get over it," he laughed.
Leaving my conservative navy blue and red striped silk tie and my navy blue gartered socks on, I let the white dress shirt slide off my my muscular arms to add to the pile of clothes at my feet.
Curling my sock clad toes, I made the garters stroke my calves. Dan peeled off his speedo, sat on the foot of the bed, began to stroke himself, and just looked at me. I began to strike a few bodybuilding poses. With my muscles in relief, I began to stroke my chest with the silk tie. Thrusting my pelvis forward in a thrusting motion, the pleasure of the silk on my nipples was making me hotter.
