Every couple months, I need a break from the same old. I'll pack a bag with a change of clothes, my hiking boots, and a good book, then hit the coast for some R&R. I make a point to find a hotel with a jacuzzi, which feels amazing when the edible kicks in. I lean back in the warm flow and- swimsuit aside- let it all hang out. I enjoy the quivers of my thick member as visions of my dildo, waiting patiently for me, dance in my head.
This last time I'd been out hiking, came back for a good meal, and the high was coming on nicely as I stepped into the water. It washed over me like a weighted blanket, and I sighed loudly, letting my eyelids lower. I didn't even notice a muscular young man had gotten in but when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me.
"That's quite a smile," he said. "You look like you've earned a day's rest!"
I hadn't realized I was grinning- I'd mostly been thinking about maybe, finally, getting that entire toy in my mouth and God only knows what shape my lips had been in as he watched me daydream- but he caught me at a friendly moment and I decided a little conversation wouldn't be so bad. I told him about being out before the rain started, how knowing I'd be warm and cozy soon made the chill downright pleasant. He had an inviting smile and listened to the point where I didn't feel a need to search for a way out. And when my thoughts did return to cocksucking, I'd notice again that I had a handsome man in front of me from whom it was (so it seemed) easy to conceal my hard-on, although the desire to do so was waning.
I'd be alone soon enough, peeling off my swimsuit... I'd have time to enjoy the sight of my shaft getting thick and heavy in the full-length mirror. Maybe tonight I'd grab myself and the dildo in one hand, cumming on it just as I wanted it to cum on me.
"I'm traveling alone, myself," he was saying. He sounded like he'd probably just hang out in the water before flipping through basic cable and turning out the light. I wondered if he'd first jack his (I imagined) gargantuan cock, trying to imagine what he might be thinking of as gooey jets of sperm splattered over his belly. I luckily remained self-aware enough not to actually start drooling over an attractive man who'd come upon me at a, shall we say, open-ended moment... but it was hard.
He seemed almost resigned to that plan of action, but kept his eyes on me until it clicked that he might accept an invitation to do... something else. Without overthinking it, I shot my shot.
"I was just going to kick back in my room, too" I said. I watched him notice my hand slide under the water, into my lap. "I suppose we could kick back together..."
His eyes were locked on mine, but that made it easy, when I gave myself a good squeeze, for him to observe me very gently shudder.
"Part of me thinks I'm wet enough," he said, indicating a readiness for whatever came next.
"Hopefully only part," I said. "Shall we?"
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I opened the door to my room and he walked in ahead of me. As he did, I glanced down the hall and saw a woman watching us. I could see, in that brief moment, both shock and curiosity flash across her eyes.