Hotel Encounters

Part 2. A story of an overnight business trip and meeting a stranger. This is part two.

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I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggy from just a few hours of sleep and a little hungover, I groaned as I reached over from the hotel bed to snatch it.

The previous night, I made it to my room and collapsed on the bed. I didn't even bother to get undressed or under the covers. I had just fallen over and sat my phone down on the nightstand. Last night was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Last night I had gotten a little too drunk at the hotel bar and ended up in bed with another man!

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I looked at the screen, "shit!"

It was 7:29 am and my wife was calling. The shame and guilt and worry instantly hit me.

"Hello," my voice cracked out.

"Are you okay!?" She shouted at me. "I've been trying to call you all morning. You didn't call me last night and I've been worried sick."

"I'm so sorry sweetie," I stammered.

"You sound hung over. Why didn't you call? Were you out cheating on me with some other woman?"

"No, baby. No!"

"Then what happened?"

"I just watched the game at the bar and started talking with this guy," so far telling the truth. "And then I was so tired I went back to the room and went to sleep," leaving out a few of the details. She didn't need to know. She wouldn't ever know. She would not just divorce me, but she'd completely ruin me if she ever found out what had actually happened.

"Why didn't you call?"

"It was just so late and my phone died. I didn't want to wake you up in the middle of the night," I lied.

"Okay."

"I love you baby. I am sorry." Changing my tone I said, "good morning by the way. I hope you slept well. And I can't wait to be home with you tonight."

"When do you come home?"

"I have a meeting at lunch and then I can leave. So I should be back around 11 tonight."

"Good."

There was a long pause.

"I really miss you," she said. And then she said, "I thought about having you last night and want to get it tonight when you get home."

"Mmmm. Can't wait!"

"Okay. Go get the day started. I'm glad you're ok. Call me on your way home. I'm headed to work. Love you," she said.

"Love you babe. See ya tonight."

"Bye."

As she hung up, I laid there. Mind racing. While she was at home thinking about me, I was getting fucked in the ass by a total stranger. I felt instantly guilty, but horny. My own dick started getting hard while I imagined the size, shape, and feel of another man's cock.

What is going on with me, I thought.

But I couldn't shake thinking about how good it felt to have him in my mouth and how it tasted, how he bent me over and licked my ass, and how he impaled me with his shaft. I started stroking my own growing cock, taking my clothes off and getting fully naked. With one hand I stroked and with the other hand I massaged my recently stretched hole. It felt so good.

As I enjoyed my own body, I thought back to what happened the night before and how I was so drunk that I wanted to give another man pleasure. It was weird. I was no longer drunk, but I couldn't shake the sensations and raw desires of the night before.

Stop it, I thought. Your wife wants you to fuck her. She's a gorgeous petit blonde with perfect tits and a tight pussy. Stop thinking about a guy.

Trying to get my mind "straight" (pun intended), I decided to go take a long cold shower. That'll get me thinking right, I decided. Then you'll get dressed and leave for your business meetings and forget this whole thing happened. Leave this place behind and never go back.

In the shower, I replayed the night before in my mind. What did he say? Be ready at 8 am? Come back for more? I'll fuck you again in the morning?

No. I can't, I said to myself.

No. You were drunk last night and crazy things happened. But you're sober today. Get dressed and pretend this never happened. Come on, man!

But what if? What if I went back over and saw him one more time? Then I'd know that I was just drunk. I didn't really enjoy it. I was just intoxicated. No, I did enjoy it. I enjoyed his cock. I enjoyed sucking it and hearing him moan. I enjoyed the way it tasted and felt and looked. I enjoyed him entering me, pumping in and out, and cumming inside my ass. Damn! It was so fucking hot. So dirty. So taboo and so wrong. I want it, I thought. But no, I can't. I need it. But I shouldn't.

My mind was racing with an internal struggle as I stood there naked in the shower. Water running all over my frame. I looked down at my own cock and thought about how nice my own dick looked. I've never thought about it before but I wish I could suck my own dick.

I turned off the water and decided to just get dressed. I brushed my teeth and stood there looking in the mirror.

I'd be too embarrassed to see him again, I surmised. I'm going leave the hotel quickly before 8 am. That's it. I was determined to forget it all and go. What time is it anyway?

It was 8:07 am.

8 am had come and gone.

"Good," I said to myself. Get dressed and get out of here. Maybe even take the stairs to avoid his room and the elevator.

I walked to the closet where I had my suitcase, with nothing on but a towel.

Then there came a knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

My heart started racing. Is it him? Is it housekeeping? It's too early for housekeeping.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I walked over to the door and peered out the hole. It was him! Oh my god. Now my heart was pounding. I was naked. Standing here. The man who fucked me last night knocking on my hotel room door.

Looking out the small hole to the hallway, I saw him standing there in a wife beater and gym shorts. He looked even more handsome than I remembered. So sexy with his chiseled body and masculine frame.

Against my better judgement I opened the door.

"Good morning. I didn't think you would answer for a second."

"Sorry. I was trying to decide if I should."

"I remembered what room you said you were in and I thought I'd take a chance."

"Yeah," I muttered. Hiding my nude body behind the door.

"What do we have here? Already naked and freshly showered?" He said, "let me see you" and he pushed his way inside the room.

"Umm. I was getting ready for the day."

"Getting ready for more of this," he softly pleaded as he pulled his pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear and his delicious hard cock sprang forth. It was already erect and glorious.

"Oh wow," I exclaimed.

I surprised myself with my instantaneous reaction to seeing this man's body before me. He pulled his shirt off and stood there naked. His toned and fit body made me stare and made my mouth water. I felt a tingle in my own cock as it started springing to life.

"I want to pick up where we left off last night."

"Okay," I reacted as he turned away from me and walked to the bed.

He sat at the edge of the bed, feet dangling over the edge. I followed him like a puppy follows its master. He confidently smiled at me and reached out to touch my throbbing hard cock, "someone is really glad I came over this morning."

"Ohhh," I cried out in pleasure at the sensation of his touch on my cock. "'Mmmm. That's nice," I said as he slowly stroked it. I was standing in front of him as he sat upright in front of me. Then he reached up and put both hands onto my shoulders. His strong and warm grip on my upper body gently pushed me downward to my knees. Kneeling in front of him and directed squarely before his perfectly formed penis.

"I need more of your amazing head," he told me. "You're such an amazing and natural cocksucker. Take me in your mouth again."

How could I resist? It was long and smooth. I leaned in for a closer look and slowly smelled his musky scent. Without a second more to lose, on autopilot, I stuck my tongue out and positioned it on the base of his shaft. I felt the warmness on my tongue and slowly licked upwards along the thick and soft meat of his manhood. I licked up along the veiny underside of his dick. I flicked my tongue in the sensitive spot just under the head. I kissed it softly, hearing him moan.

"Yesssss!"

He had his eyes closed and head back slightly. His strong arms behind his back holding himself up slightly, his cock was the only thing sitting upright as I licked softly from the top to base. Unlike my first time sucking him last night, I took my time. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I spent lots of time at the base of it where his cock and balls met. Kissing his body and licking everything I could get my tongue close to, I moved my hands to his shaft. I started massaging his cock with both hands in a milking fashion, encouraged by his strong guttural moaning.

"Oh fuck!"

I knew what I was doing was nice and felt great to him. So I moved up again licking until I came to the head of his perfect cock. Teasing him with my lips on the top of it, I engulfed him fully into my mouth slightly. Then I pulled back.

"Awww," he moaned.

I went completely down on him again briefly and then pulled back.

"Please," he begged.

Once more I took him in my mouth and held it there, flicking my tongue on the underside of him, but quickly pulled back exposing his cock to the cold air of the room.

I loved feeling the power of controlling him with my mouth and tongue. I licked back down the shaft again and enjoyed holding my face so close to a cock. Wow, I thought. I don't know what has happened to me, but I don't want to stop this.

"More," he cried. "Please. It's so good."

Something inside me unleashed. I had to have all of him in me. I thrust my hungry mouth down upon his delicious cock. Deepthroating him this time, I bounced my mouth up and down on him. As I did, I picked up speed and he placed a hand on the top of my head, guiding me and holding me down upon him.

"Mmmmm," I moaned while holding myself on him.

Fuck this is so hot, I thought. I reached down and grabbed my own cock. It was so hard and firm. I began to jack off while sucking his cock.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you are the best cock sucker I've ever had."

"Thanks," I gushed as I popped off his cock. Then engulfed him again slobbering down his shaft till I fit all of him inside.

"Good little cocksucker. Do you want me to finish in your mouth or in your ass?"

"Mmmm," I said while still holding him deep in my throat.

"Oh gawwww," he reacted.

Just then, I felt the shaft enlarge and his cock start to twitch. I knew it was the point of no return and I decided I would give him the best blowjob of his life. I was hungry for his spunk and wanted him to empty those huge balls inside my mouth.

Then I got the first shot of cum. It was salty and sweet at the same time. Feeling him pulsate and fill up my mouth with the sticky fluid was amazing. I continued to bob up and down on his shaft as he emptied his cum into me.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!"

And it continued. Rope after delicious rope of cum. I sucked more vigorously till he could take it no more.

"Mmmmm. Please. Stop. It's too sensitive!"

But I would not be stopped. I kept going. I kept sucking. Even as his cock began to shrink and cum was completed.

Then he started laughing. "Hehe, hehe. It's too sensitive. Stop. It's really good but sensitive."

I pulled off of his cock, now sticky and wet and slobbery. It was shiny with the combination of my spit and his spunk. I licked it softly and gently. And he cooed.

"Oh... oh wow... oh... oh yeah. Don't stop."

A minute ago he was begging me to stop. Now he was begging me to not stop. I had just made this guy cum and I had just swallowed it. Every last drop was delicious and sexy and wonderful. And now, he threw his body back onto the bed and he was completely spent.

"My god that was amazing."

"It was pretty good for me too."

He rose from the bed and pat me on the back as if to signal he was done with me.

"I gotta get going," he said. "Long drive ahead of me."

He got himself dressed as I sat there motionless in the floor. I felt used. I was still so horny and my cock high aching for release. My mouth was sticky and filled with the taste of his spunk. But I sat there on my knees, ass up in the air asking for more attention. He didn't give it any attention though. Before I could beg or plead, he was gone.

What the hell? I thought.

I got up. Brushed my teeth. Stared in the mirror. Looked at my body. I was young and handsome, cock thick and hard. I looked down at my wedding ring and felt ashamed. I'm a cocksucker. I want to get my ass fucked. I am hungry for more cocks. And now I have to go back to my normal life. A life that will never be the same.

I got dressed and called my wife. I was suddenly so emotional. I had cheated and it wasn't with a beautiful woman. It was with a man. I had loved it. But I didn't tell her any of this. I just said, "I miss you honey. I'm thinking of skipping my meetings and coming on home."

"Good. I'll try to come home early today and maybe we can have some fun in the bedroom," she said.

"I'd like that more than I can describe."

I needed sex and to get off. That night after a long session of sex I came so hard thinking about sucking cock.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it," she said.

She had no idea "what's gotten into me." And she never will find out.