Luckily the hallway was empty as I left Justin's room. I didn't want to be seen. I panicked at first because I couldn't find my room key, then remembered I had tucked it inside my wallet. My hand was shaking as I opened the door, and immediately shut and locked it and headed for the bathroom.
I took off my shorts and still-wet underwear, then noticed I had cum dripping down my right leg. I looked in the mirror, reassuring myself I was still a man, then stepped into the shower.
I turned the water on full blast and kept rotating the valve until I couldn't stand the heat. The bathroom became full of steam as I nearly melted under the hot spray, my mind replaying how I had just allowed another man to fuck me like a slut. I suds and washed my ass at least four times before turning off the shower, reached for one of the clean towels and noticed Justin's gym towel still on the counter. For a split second I blamed the gym towel for my predicament, which was entirely ridiculous. I was just struggling to comprehend the milestone I unwittingly crossed...submitting to another man. While I was happy to get back to the privacy of my room, I couldn't deny the raw sexual encounter I had just experienced with an older, stronger, dominant stud!
With my bath towel wrapped around me, I looked into the mirror, this time feeling ashamed, but my dick was starting to get hard as I replayed how Justin's muscular body, deep voice, and large cock had expertly seduced me. I swear my sphincter and prostate experienced phantom thrusts of Justin's fuck rod, causing my cock to become fully erect--again--even though I was exhausted.
I put on a clean pair of boxer briefs, turned the lights off, then crawled into bed. Even during my horniest teen years, I was never able to climax three times in a day, much less in one evening. Four orgasms wasn't feasible in my mind, so I resisted the urge to jack off. This man who I had just met this morning had somehow awakened me to another world that I had not fully understood. The steam shower, along with my mental and physical exhaustion, allowed drowsiness to eventually take hold. I thankfully drifted to sleep. When I awakened the next morning to my alarm, I had an almost painful erection. The previous night's encounter with Justin began playing in my head like a pornographic video on an endless loop.
I purposely skipped my morning workout because I wanted to avoid seeing Justin. I took another shower but kept the water temperature somewhat cool, then dressed and headed to the bank without stopping in the hotel lobby, and was relieved that I didn't see Justin.
My workday went quickly because I had to monitor software upgrades at the final three locations. All tasks went smoothly, and my early start allowed me to complete everything expected on this trip. I called my boss to give him an update and he told me to travel home the following day.
During my drive back to the hotel, I was determined to forget--actually attempted to deny--the previous night's events with Justin. I knew the manager's reception would be in full swing and Justin would probably be center stage at the bar, so I avoided the bar and reception area. In fact, I kept my eyes averted from both, hoping I could discreetly make a beeline to the stairwell. I opened the stairwell door and heard it close behind me as I ascended. At the first flight's landing, I heard someone open the ground floor door.
"Hey Terry, wait up!". Oh shit, it was Justin. He must've been watching the lobby from the reception area. He bounded up the stairs after me and met me on the landing.
He had a big smile on his face and was looking even sexier than the night before. He was wearing jeans, sandals and a white short sleave button-down shirt, untucked and unbuttoned enough to flaunt his virile chest. He stopped just short of my personal space and said, "Listen Terry, I still owe you dinner for fixing my laptop...and," he winked, "for pinch-hitting after my date cancelled on me." His deep voice echoed in the vacant stairwell, and I could feel myself blushing from embarrassment. Not wanting anyone to hear our conversation, I said quietly, "That sounds good but I think I'll just grab a quick sandwich from the lobby and eat in my room, and then I'll be packing because I'm going home tomorrow."
"Hope you're not leaving on account of me?"
"No, of course not," I said in a subdued tone, "but work is finished so my boss has scheduled a flight home tomorrow morning."
He persisted. "I totally understand, but the bar sandwiches, frankly, are just one step above dog food. Let me place a takeout order. They deliver. How does that sound?"
"Like I said, I'm not feeling too social, so I might just skip dinner altogether, pack and have an early night." I just wanted to get to my room.
Justin smirked, looked down and up the stairwell. Seeing nobody, he stepped forward and gave me a big bear hug, emphasizing his strength by lifting me off my feet. He loosened his hold as he let me down and lowered his voice to a sensual whisper. Leaning close to my ear, he said, "You're a sexy little cock tease, but don't you fuckin' forget who owns this," he slapped my ass so hard I jumped and the slap echoed throughout the stairwell, "so I suggest you get your tight ass up to your room and make sure you're ready for Daddy. I want your door left ajar and, yes, I know your room number." He released me and stepped back, then grinned, showing teeth, and combined with his piercing blue eyes, he was like a wolf surveying his prey. He turned and went down the stairs. Oh, fuuuuck, I was standing there with an erection, leaking precum. I turned around and started up the stairs towards the fourth floor. My cock was still hard when I got to my room.
I entered my room and started to walk in circles, and talking to myself, "I really don't have to let him into the room. Or, I could just leave the hotel right now, and he'll just be pissed off, and he doesn't have my phone number." But I couldn't resist this dominant stud who was being relentless. Thoughts flooded my head as I pictured his chiseled body and alpha cock fucking me into oblivion.
I heard a loud knock at the door. Oh, shit, I was supposed to keep the door ajar, that must be Justin. As soon as I turned the latch, the door swung open. Justin nearly pushed me over as he walked into the middle of my room. With his back to me, he spoke sternly, "Shut the fucking door." He almost sounded angry, so I shut the door but kept my place. He turned around and I could see he was carrying a plastic shopping bag and holding a six pack of beer. He put the beers and bag on top of the dresser, then slowly walked towards me, not smiling but just looking right through me. I was frozen like a deer in headlights.
He came right up to the door, squared up against me and placed his hands against the door behind my head. I had moved my arms to my sides so I was feeling trapped, and my pants couldn't hide my hard cock. He looked down at me, still not smiling, and said very casually, "You didn't follow Daddy's simple directions, and this reluctant act of yours is getting tiresome, but since this is our last night, I'll overlook these minor, umm... let's call them irritants. But, here's the deal...I won't tolerate any more disobedience."
His left hand grabbed the hair on the back of my head and roughly pulled me away from the door, then still holding my scalp marched me so I was in front of him. He pushed me into the bathroom. When I crossed the threshold of the bathroom, he released his grip. He was in full command mode, "Get undressed while I take a piss." He moved behind me and I could feel the heat of his body. The bathroom wasn't very big so I moved closely against the vanity, giving him room to use the toilet. I heard him unzip his jeans, and my peripheral vision saw him pull out his amazing cock. I kicked off my shoes. He stood over the toilet, then instructed me, "Get over here, slut, and hold this cock for me." I timidly moved to his side. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand to his sizzling, semi-erect beast. I took hold and, immediately, he unleashed a powerful flow of urine into the basin. I could feel the force and pressure flowing through his fire-hose cock, and the sound was thunderous. He stood there, motionless while I obediently kept adjusting his aim. He probably peed 30 seconds before the stream abated, then trickled. I was leaking precum holding this dominant stud's cock while he relieved himself. He belched, then pushed my hand away as he stuffed his cock back into his boxers and jeans.
"I'll give you thirty seconds to get naked," he said casually and then slapped my ass as he left the bathroom. I quickly started disrobing my pants, shirt and underwear. He was back, standing in the doorway, holding the plastic bag. I was awkwardly standing there with my dick in full salute. He reached into the bag and pulled out a black piece of clothing and tossed it on the bath vanity. "Put this on while I get myself a beer." He turned and moved away from the doorway. I looked carefully at the item. It was a woman's black-laced panty. I briefly inspected it, calibrating the front from the back, and then pulled it on. I looked in the mirror and caught sight of my humiliating reflection... ohh fuuuck, I was allowing this alpha stud to cross dress me as his slut, yet I felt sooo damn sexy and aroused.
I stumbled out of the bathroom and saw Justin on the couch. He had removed his shirt and was swigging from a beer bottle, with his muscular arms and hairy chest on full display. He stared at my midsection. My 5 inch boner just barely showing above the black lace panties. He pursed his lips together as if he was going to whistle, then said, "Ohhh, yeah, babe, those fit you perfectly. I love it when my girlfriend wears sexy panties. Come sit on Daddy's lap." He patted his lap and put his beer on the end table.
I walked over to the couch and he reached around my waist and pulled me down, sideways. I felt like a little girl sitting on this man's powerful legs. "Kiss your Daddy, babe," he instructed, and he grabbed my scalp again to exert total contol. His kiss was deep and sensual, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste the beer and I heard moaning, then realized it was me. He sat back and put one hand to my chin, directing me to look into those wolf like predator eyes.
"Does my girlfriend want me to leave?"
I shook my head indicating "no".
"Well, then, what does she want?"
"I want you to stay," I uttered quietly.
"Is that all? You just want me to stay? Are we going to watch TV? Or play cards?" He was baiting me now, demanding I follow some sort of script.
