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.
