"Hey man, whatcha doin?"
My co-worker sits, with his back towards me, at the table and chairs in our hotel room, as I look from the bathroom to the front of the room.
My co-worker is shirtless.
He had stripped off his dirty grungy button-down short-sleeve shirt the moment we walked into the shared hotel room, the fleabag hotel, after he cranked up the A/C to high cool, so that our warm-heated bodies could get comfortable after the humid Florida heat that we have been in for the longest duration of the past few days.
The flush of the toilet echoes throughout the cheap-ass room as the sound slowly diminishes once it completes its cycle.
There is a slow murmuring coming from where my co-worker sits, bare-chested.
"I needed that piss," I say as I exit the bathroom and walk toward him.
I leave my jeans unbuttoned, brushing my work-calloused hand over my exposed pubes of my unzipped open Levi's.
I fondle my manly-sized package, feeling my cock, slowly stiffen and shift in my pants as it responds to the arousal.
I continue walking toward my buddy who occupies one of the two chairs around the cheap lopsided hotel table. I pull my own dirty white cotton tee shirt over my head while all the time raking my filthy fingers over my own hairy chest after tossing the discarded tee on the threadbare-worn carpeted floor.
"Hey, whatcha lookin' at on that laptop?"
As I look over the broad manly shoulder of my seated pal, I see that his pants are unzipped and unbuttoned too. His right hand is busy fondling his own growing erection through the roughness of his soiled and dirty jeans.
"I have been fucking horny all day," my pal, says he yanks his swelling cock out of his cramped Levi's.
On the laptop screen, an image of a big-dicked dude pounding the pussy of a wispy blonde longhaired voluminous babe is all that I see, as I am able take a gander at on the screen.
"Look at the pussy on that bitch," he says to me, as he strokes the length of his hardening 10-inch cock. A glistening drop of pre-cum seeps from the end of manly member.
"Look at that guy's cock," I say," he is tearing up that hot blonde bitch's shaved snatch with such intense fury."
My buddy, Keaton, stands from his seat, yanking his jeans down over his workboots, and sits once again, bare-assed on the cheap hotel chair.
"DAMN, Keaton, you are horny," I say to my bud as his cock plops against his thick hairy bush of his pubic nest in full view of me.
I stand behind my friend and pull my own jeans down to my boots, before I sit on the edge of the cheap comforter-covered bed, nearest to his seated position at the table.
"You are hard too, my friend," Keaton says to me as I give my cock a strong tug or two, freeing it from the matted pubes of my groin.
I feel the goose bumps rise up over my body as the cold A/C washes over my exposed naked body. My nipples rise and project their pointed tips. They thrust outward in the air. It feels good, their hardness, like little soft arrowheads on my rippled muscled chest.
Keaton shifts in his chair to the side and moves the laptop to the center so that I can see what is being played out on the screen of his laptop.
"Can you see the fucking on the screen, Michael?" he says to me as he shifts the laptop so I can partake in the sex show, too.
"Damn, man, when was the last time that you pleasured that tool of yours?" Keaton asks me as his right hand strokes his member, grabbing himself, ever so roughly.
"It has been far too long," I say, "I don't have a steady pussy like you to pound on, like you do."
"I have the girlfriend, yeah, but her legs are squeezed so tight together, I have not pounded that twat in weeks," Keaton tells me.
"So she has cut you off?"
"Yes, she has denied my cock entry to that snatch of hers," he tells me, as he steadily glides his hand up and down his cum-glistened shaft.
Keaton smiles at me.
