This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action and forced sex. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly fantasy of mine.
I think I have a problem. I'm always horny and wanting to fuck someone or to be fucked by someone. Is that normal? I sometimes wonder about my life; is it getting out of control? Do others think about the dirty, nasty things as much as I do? I'm finding enough guys that like the same things that I do so I can't be that far off base...
I was in Chicago for the week and it was the early afternoon in mid-March and unseasonable warm outside. I had just checked into my sweet suite - the company that I work for sends me all over the country on business and they don't skimp too much on expenses so I always get a great hotel room. This one has something I always look for, and want, and NEED! It has a tub with a separate hose sprayer. I'm a big fan of enemas and these spray hoses are the best way to get my fill, literally. After trying out the hose and cleaning myself out, I needed to get something to eat.
I was only a block away from Michigan Avenue where there are a ton of restaurants and bars so I put on some shorts and a polo shirt hanging out, blowing in the wind of Lake Michigan, and I set out to get filled up, so to speak. With the wind blowing it's a bit colder than I thought it would be so I ducked into a pub only a couple of blocks from the hotel and grabbed a seat in a booth and ordered a beer.
The waiter brought my beer and took my order and I saw a young guy about 25 or so walk in and look around like he was looking for someone. He saw me in the booth and stopped looking around. He took a seat at the bar and looked over at me every now and then while I ate. I almost felt like he was there to see me but that couldn't be the case, I just turned 40 so I'm probably an old man in his eyes. I work out and am in great shape but there's no way I look like I'm in my 20's. It must be my mind playing tricks on me again.
Every time I took a swig on my beer bottle he looked over, like he was picturing me sucking on his hard cock. I went with it and lingered on the neck of the bottle, licking the end and moving my mouth slightly up and down. Not overly trying to make a scene, but just to keep him guessing. There were only a couple of other guys in there anyway so what was the harm in teasing him a little bit? I started to get horny thinking of this guy thinking of ME in a sexual way! He was looking at the other two guys as well so I figured maybe he was a local and they all knew each other and they came in there all the time. The other guys looked even younger, maybe 18-20 or so and they were also in great shape.
I finished my food and my second beer but I wasn't looking forward to the walk back to the hotel. It was almost dark out and I was sure that it was colder out now. The breeze off of Lake Michigan can really cool things off after the sun goes down. It would be a quick, chilly walk, I thought to myself. I left $25 in cash on my table and shimmied out of the booth, tried to tuck my hardening cock down into my stretchy short pants a little bit, and looked towards the stranger. He was talking to the other two guys in there so I knew that they were friends. Oh well, another dry night in the hotel room, I guess.
Just before I left, the guy at the bar said something to me, like he was asking a question. I walked over to him, with my still plump cock pushing out the front of my stretchy short pants a bit. He asked where I was from and said that they didn't usually see too many guys wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt in March in Chicago. We chatted a bit and he said, "I'm Cole. Take a seat if you'd like to talk for a bit, it's cold outside, you don't want to leave yet, do you?"
I really didn't want to leave. He was hot and I could tell that he was in shape; athletic-looking. He had a 3-5-day stubble beard and a White Sox hat on, backwards of course. I took a chance and sat down and we talked baseball and Chicago and weather and college and careers and every subject we could think of. We talked for almost two hours, and I had another two beers. He also had at least two or three beers in the time that we talked. I'm not a big drinker and four beers were a LOT for me. I knew that I'd be staggering back to the hotel.
I finally said that I should probably take off, I had a busy day in the morning. He said that he was a student and he lived down towards my hotel so he said he'd walk back that way, if I didn't mind? I didn't mind at all, I was already thinking of all sorts of dirty trouble we could get in along the way. There was a tiny public green space that I passed on my way down to the pub and I imagined him forcing his cock into my ass in the shrubs there in the dark, out in the cold, in public... all things that I love to do, or have done to me.
I pushed open the pub door and a brisk cold breeze lifted my shirt up almost over my head! My stomach, back, nipples, and chest were totally exposed in the night air, how embarrassing. I know how women feel now when they have to always hold down their dresses when it's windy out. I quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it down and turned and started walking down the sidewalk to my hotel two blocks away with my new friend slightly behind me. He caught up to me eventually and we started talking again. I could sure feel that the four beers had caught up to me and my head was spinning a bit.
He seemed to be saying something and I turned to look at him and he was turned around talking to the two guys who had been in the bar and they were following behind us as we walked. I was freezing by this time and we had only walked less than a block after leaving the pub. I wanted to get back to my hotel room and warm up, either with someone, or several people, or by myself. I could tell that my cock had shriveled up from the cold, that's rare for me since I take pride in what I was born with. It's not a huge cock by any means but almost 8" is bigger than most cocks, I think.
I wasn't sure why his two friends were following us but I started to get the feeling that they were thinking of having some fun with me. Not that I minded them thinking that and not that I minded them actually doing that, but man, it was cold out! I was shivering and my nipples were rock hard; almost painfully hard, rubbing under my polo shirt. What a mistake to not have worn at least a t-shirt under it and some long pants.
We were coming up on that little green space and Cole was now beside me as we got up to the little park. He put his arm around me and that felt good, warming me up a bit. As we got about a third of the way past the park he started walking into the park, sort of walking both of us into the park! He said that he has to take a piss and asked if I minded? I said, "No, but won't you get in trouble in public like this?"