I was exhausted, and being the only one who actually didn't know when we were leaving, I decided to stay in bed. I didn't announce it, but I told the two Franks, and I assumed word would get around from them. The both objected at first, but they eventually were okay with it, since I wasn't taking no for an answer either way.
So there I was, alone while everyone else was out enjoying themselves. I very much needed a day inside, just to think. I was probably going to go and surprise Ronny. We hadn't planned it and I thought it would have been nice to see him during the day.
It was an hour after everyone had left and I was still in bed in my underwear, waiting for the will to get out of the comfortable bed. I heard a sound, then looked at the door to see the handle slowly turning. I cursed. It was probably a Frank, already horny on my day off. When it opened, I was surprised and wrong. It wasn't Frank. It was HIM.
It was the cute guy who had developed a habit of waiting to fuck me in dark alleyways at night. I almost laughed with shock as it hit me again that it was really him.
His emotionless face slowly turned into a smiling one as he recognized who I was, even through the shock. It started making sense to me why he had looked familiar the first time we met. We'd probably ran into each other the day I arrived at the hotel, but I hadn't thought much about it.
"What the... What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked.
"Just doing my job," he replied. He was casual in his tone.
"How did you find me?" I asked, still not sure this was really a coincidence.
"I wasn't looking for you," he said. "Fate probably..."
He wasn't ready to be honest.
"So what are you looking for?" I asked.
"You," he said through a smile. He was pulling my leg. It annoyed me but he was also cute, which annoyed me more, especially since I was in my underwear and his smile started sending blood to my pretty much visible dick.
His smile widened as I shifted about, trying to conceal with a blazer what I was sure he had already seen. He was still at the door, but then started slowly walking over to me, unbuttoning his blazer. What was he doing?
"What's your name?" I asked. Frank had stayed behind fucking some guy here while we were away the previous day, and I was ready to kick this guy's ass if it was him.
"Berto," he said, throwing his jacket away and starting to unbutton his shirt. It wasn't the name Frank had given me, and that was enough to satisfy my horny brain. He threw his shirt aside to reveal his ripped body to me, making me drool. His ripped arms started undoing his belt, then afterwards, he fished something from his pocket. He flashed a smile as he revealed a condom.
He'd come prepared. He probably had packed it for someone else. That didn't matter now.
He revealed his now familiar cock to me as he got to the bed, where he grabbed my briefs and pulled them off roughly, causing my erection to almost painfully rebound back to my belly.
The next second I was moaning and he had my cock in his mouth, hungrily devouring it like it was his last meal.
I pushed him down by the head as he took more of it, until he was about to gag with my cock in his throat. He stood back up and smiled at me, his cock hard as a rock, before diving back in. He was being ferocious, so much that I feared that this wasn't going to be a long encounter. He stopped again, then quickly unrolled the condom and rolled it over my dick.
"I'm on the job," he said as he climbed into bed with me. "I can only get away with so much."
I wanted so badly to eat his ass, and told him as much. He obliged, telling me to make it quick as he straddled my face, his hungry hole right in front of my hungry mouth. I licked, and lapped, using a lot of technique in about two minutes, until his desperate moans told me he wasn't satisfied anymore.
To his satisfaction, I poured lube all over my cock, and he spread it around evenly before positioning himself, his hole right about my dick while he faced me, his cock ready to explode.
He lowered himself on me, and I just watched as his ass devoured my cock, his face in ecstacy until I was all in, when he let of a satisfied moan. He seemed to be completely in control, and I just watched and waited for him to make the next move. It wasn't long until he started moving, bouncing up and down on my cock.
Though I was pretty much a dildo, I enjoyed the feeling of his soft inside and his tight hole as it fucked my cock. Now it was my turn to be dissatisfied.
Without a word I started working with him, impaling him as he fucked himself, then used the pause in his movements to push him onto his back so that I was kneeling between his legs with my cock still in his ass. I didn't skip a beat as I continued relentlessly pounding him.
With Frank I'd tried to hold back, to respect him, but this man just wandered through life looking for a good pounding, and I was going to fulfill that wish.
His cock leaked an endless supply of precum as I pounded him, and just when I thought it couldn't get any better, his anal ring started flexing around my cock, his orgasm exploding all over his torso, all on its own without the use of his hands. I'd never seen that happen more than maybe once before, and the sight of it on top of the sensation I was feeling in my cock drove me over the edge. I quickly removed the plastic and bathed him in my cum, jerking off until he was covered in both my cum and his.
I collapsed on top of him, and for a few moments we stayed like that as I caught my breath. But he was still on the job, and he had to get moving.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I said into his ear. It wasn't an invitation, but it was. Before I lifted myself off him, he gave me a kiss, which turned into a short sloppy make-out session. In a few minute we were both in the shower, making out and cleaning each other up. It was probably the last time I was fucking him, so I chose to make it memorable for him.
Another few minutes later we were clean and dry and he was dressed. We sloppily made out again and he squeezed my cock, getting the remnants of my orgasm and giving my cock new life. I was a busy man though, so I couldn't give him another orgasm. I reminded him that he was still on the job, at which point he kissed me for the last time before hurrying out.
I was starting to feel like a slut, but fucking this guy had definitely cemented that status.
I got a meal, cleaned up and left. My cock was ready for another orgasm, though I told myself that wasn't why I was going to see Ronny, begging it to stop being so excited. I reached his floor, and found him outside, on his way out.
"Hey," he smiled, arms already wide open. I fell into his arms.
"Hi," I replied.
"I was just heading out," he said, before bringing his lips to mine.
"You wanna come with?" he asked after a while of making out. I was already rock hard, but this time I was wearing underwear so it wouldn't have been so obvious, so I figured I could behave. I agreed, and he took my hand and we headed to the elevator. As usual, we started making out as soon as the door closed, but, unlike before, the doors opened before we were ready for them to, the couple smiled as they entered, having noticed what we were obviously doing. Cheeky smiles fill the small space.
Ronny said he was surprising me. As the surprise got closer and closer, I realized it was the same surprise I'd given him the previous night. We were at the park. This time there was way more activity. We hung out there, talked and connected. We definitely looked like a couple. There was a strange man lurking around us. I hadn't paid much attention to him apart from the ring on his finger, but every once in a while he would walk in front of us.
He finally stood in front of us and just said "hi."
