Hotel Encounters

After returning from my work trip and the hotel encounters with John, I tried relentlessly to get back to my normal routine. I went to work, the gym, the grocery store, visited with the neighbors, and spent lots of time with my beautiful wife.

Frequently, I would find myself daydreaming about what happened while I was away. I would rewind the events in my mind and replay them over and over. In between frequent bouts with guilt and denial over what happened, I would become lost thinking about John's hard delicious cock and what it felt like to have him in me.

"What is wrong with me," I would say to myself. "Stop this nonsense."

But my own cock would stir and drip with precum from just thinking about it. I would find myself privately scrolling the internet for gay porn and then jacking off quickly wishing I could find John (or another guy) for another discreet hotel encounter. Immediately after I got off, I would be consumed with guilt and swear that I'd never do it again, that my night of man-on-man action didn't happen or was just because I was too drunk to say no to the man who took advantage of me.

Yet, I kept coming back to it.

My urge for dick was so unexpected and uncontrollable.

I was desperate to suck cock again. I wanted to feel the weight of a swollen dick in my hand and stroke it until it got rock hard. I wanted to lick it and taste the sweet musky scent. I wanted to be in complete control and make another guy moan in pleasure. But I also I wanted my ass played with and I wanted to be bent over and feel the pleasure of getting fucked. Here I was, a straight guy and one unexpected evening of booze led to me being completely obsessed with being a little cock slut.

I just didn't know where to start.

John had the most perfect cock. I wanted cock again, but it didn't have to be him. He was easy to fantasize about though since he was the one who took advantage of me and showed me the ropes.

I didn't have any way to contact John though. No last name. No number. No social media.

He was also married and probably living a normal life. And while I wanted his cock again, I didn't want to change my situation or his. I wasn't into the guy... just his cock.

I knew he said that he traveled frequently and often stayed at the hotel where we met and hooked up. So I could go back there and chances are..... maybe...... he would be there. Chances were that another chance encounter with him was not likely.

I had heard about things like Craigslist or Grindr. But the idea of putting out info online scared me.

I resigned myself to just stick with porn when I got the urge for cock. Otherwise, I'd try to put it out of my mind.

After all, I was a straight guy. Before that one night, I had never ever imagined being with a guy. My wife was lovely. My life was pretty good. Maybe we'd try to have kids one day. Work was busy.

Except... no cock.

Then, about 7 months later I had the chance to go on another work trip.

Headed to the same city.

I booked the same hotel.

I wondered if the stars might align. Maybe this was the chance to explore once again. If John would be there, waiting at that hotel bar to get me drunk and take advantage of me, to lure me to his room and fill up my holes with his beautiful dick.

But it was not to be. John wasn't there.

I visited the hotel bar.

He didn't show.

I went to the elevator.

He wasn't there.

I walked past his hotel room where that fateful encounter happened.

No John.

It was sexually frustrating to say the least. I craved cock. I was hooked on it. But the easy meat didn't come. As I laid there in my hotel room bed wondering whether I should just watch porn and jack off, I daydreamed about finding a guy to play with. I was so horny.

I needed a drink.

So I got myself together, tried to put aside the cravings for dick, and walked to the elevator determined to go to the hotel bar for a nightcap. I left my room and turned left to go back to the elevator.

As I rounded the corner, I didn't see anyone coming. I had my head down looking at my phone. (Walking and texting are not a good idea.)

Bam!

I slammed into another guy who was rounding the corner pulling his rolling suitcase behind him.

I went sprawling onto the floor, tripping over his bag.

He staggered back, startled by the unexpected obstruction in the hallway.

"I'm so sorry!" I stammered out, "forgive me I didn't see you there!"

"Hahaha," he said with a good natured humor about it. "I'm okay and uninjured." Looking down at me on the ground on top of his suitcase, he said, "not so sure the same goes for my suitcase. You tackled it."

"Man, I am so sorry!"

"Don't worry. You okay?"

"Yeah sorry again. All good. Unhurt," I said.

And as I sat there on the ground, I was crotch level and my face directly in front of his gray sweatpants. Did I see an erection there or is his cock just that prevalent? Or do I just have cock on the brain?

I looked up at him and blushed. And then he reached a hand down to pull me up and help me get off of his suitcase. But as his hand touched mine, I lingered there just a second looking at his crotch. Did he notice? Not sure. After getting one more glance, he pulled me to my feet and I reached down to straighten up his luggage.

"Dude. Did you see where my phone went," I asked.

"Ummm no. You about jammed it into me and then it went flying when we collided."

We both looked around and I saw a piece of furniture, an ottoman or some sort of couch in front of the elevator. It had to have gone under there.

"Maybe under that," I said and pointed to the piece.

I went over and bent down. Did I just stick my ass in the air and is he watching me bend over?

"Is it there," he asked.

"Yep. Got it!"

"Cool."

"Yeah. Don't know what I'd do if I lost that. My wife couldn't keep track of my ever move," I said and laughed.

"Yours too? Mine is relentless," he said.

Remembering the last time I was at this hotel, I said "you know my last trip here, I got a little drunk and didn't call her back."

"Oh boy!"

"Yeah. She wasn't happy."

"You better answer tonight if she calls. A handsome guy like you out in the big city away from home. She might suspect you were up to no good."

He laughed as he said that and I thought to myself, did he just call me handsome? I decided to take a chance.

"So, I'm going to grab a drink. Let me buy you a beer for your troubles."

"That sounds nice. Where?"

"Downstairs. Hotel bar. It's pretty nice but a little overpriced."

"I'll be right there. Let me throw this suitcase in my room and check on my injuries from your assault."

Moving to the elevator and pressing the button, I said. "Deal."

And as he turned to go and started walking away, I blurted out something unexpectedly. I don't know where it came from. Had I had a second to think twice I might not have done it but I just called out, "oh hey!"

He turned around confused.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" I said timidly and a more than a little nervous.

"Uh. Sure."

And now he really was confused. He gave me a look of surprise and concern.

"Can I suck your dick?"

I said it. I said those five words. They hung there in the air. I stood frozen. Just then the elevator opened with a ding.

I let it open. Part of me wanted to dart inside the elevator and escape the awkward scene I just created with my sex-crazed mind.

He looked at me. It seemed like an eternity as he was sizing me up and down, looking me over. His frozen and confused expression then shifted to a subtle grin.

"Soooooooooooo....," he said with an exaggerated smile. "Really?"

"I'd like to," I said sheepishly.

"No drink?"

"I was going to get a drink but what I really want is to suck," I admitted.

"And what would your protective wife say about that when she calls?"

"Ummm. She doesn't know."

"Yeah. I bet she doesn't."

The elevator dinged again, opening once more. I debated whether to say never mind and go, but his gaze was fixed on me and watching to see if I really wanted this or if I was too timid to follow through.

He paused, as if considering what to say next.

"Are you sure you want it," he asked and grinned widely.

"Uh huh," I replied.

"Well, I'm not gay but I enjoy getting my dick sucked. My wife is pretty good at it. Do you think you have what it takes?"

I just nodded to signal that I did.

"You do this often? Proposition guys in the hallway of hotels?"

"No sir, I don't. I'm sort of new to all this."

He stood there and pondered it. Then motioned for me to follow him.

"Come with me," he said.

And I did. I walked behind him down the hallway towards his room. He led the way. Then he opened the door and directed me in.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Be ready when I'm out."

"What do you mean by 'ready,'" I asked.

"Get on your knees, cocksucker."

"Okay."

I went to the end of the room where there was a chair. I kneeled there on the floor and sat there motionless. Do I get undressed? Do I stay in my clothes and shoes? Should I leave? Am I safe? Wonder if he is clean and cut? Is he hung?

All these things crossed my mind as I waited. I listed to him urinate. It sounded like a faucet draining into the toilet. "Holy shit, he's big," I thought. Then the toilet flushed. I heard him washing up and the water running.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife.

"Hi honey!"

"Hey, are you still in your room?" She asked.

"Yep," I lied.

"Okay good. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight. I love you."

"Me too," I said. "I love you too. Good night!"

And then she hung up the phone just as this beast of a man walks out of the bathroom completely naked. He walked towards me and said, "was that the misses?"

"Yeah."

"Love you too. I'm going to suck a cock. Then go to bed. Good night," he mocked.

I didn't respond. I just stared at his cock as he stroked it while approaching me.

As I expected, it was big and long, maybe 7 inches. He wasn't fully erect but getting there. It was cut and had a thick mushroom shape head at the end. He had public hair but it was trimmed close. His ballsack hung down loose and full. His body was trimmed, muscular and fit.

"You're drooling," he said and laughed.

"Yeah. Sort of," I giggled.

"Ever do this before?"

"Once."

"So you're hooked, I can tell."

"Mmmm. I think."

"Okay. Good. Get to work then," he said and he positioned himself over me. I was seated on the floor and he stood with his crotch at eye level to me.

I could smell him. He had a musky odor that reminded me of John. But it was slightly different too. It smelled good and made me feel dirty and slutty.

I reached out and touched it.

It was so nice and soft. As I began to fondle him, he moaned as if to encourage me to continue. And so my hunger for cock took over, I launched myself onto his member and engulfed him fully into my mouth.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

And I stated working it. I began bobbing it in and out of my mouth. Slowly and carefully, savoring the taste of this man's amazing dick, I pumped him deep into my throat until I gagged. Then I pulled off and caught my breath, licking the shaft from bottom to top and caressed his balls while I kissed the underside of his swollen member.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, and then took him again in my mouth.

I thought to myself, "I love sucking cock."

"Fuck! That's good," he said. Then he started to face-fuck me by holding my head in place while he thrust his hips. In and out, fast and then slow, he pumped his cock.

Then he paused and pulled out of my mouth. He moved to reposition himself in the chair and me in front of him. This was a much better position than when he was standing over me. My body could be positioned to take more of his cock this way and truly give him a blowjob to remember.

This was just my second cock, but I was now sucking like a pro. He moaned loudly while I serviced his throbbing member. I used one hand to play with his balls and pull at them. My other hand stroked the bottom of his shaft while I sucked him in and out of my mouth. While sucking him, I swirled my tongue on the underside of his dick and savored it.

I was in heaven and lost all track of time. And while I really wanted him to fuck me, I wanted desperately to make him cum and taste his spunk.

As expected, he didn't last long. After about 5 minutes of me enjoying him, I felt the unmistakable feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth. His moaning got louder and breathing more shallow.

Then it started.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck!"

His cock twitched and jerked. Then it shot rope after rope of delicious cum down my eager throat.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!"

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned as I took his seed.

And I sucked harder and harder, as more and more of my precious reward shot out of his beautiful dick into my mouth and onto my cheeks.

Once he finished, I pulled off of his cock and held it in my hand. I stared at it a minute. It was red and swollen, all sticky and slimy with his jizz and my spit. It was absolutely perfect and I licked it once more to have one more taste.

From my last experience I knew that he would want me to leave after I had finished getting him off.

"Wow," he said. "What just happened?!"

"Hahaha," I laughed. "I don't know but I liked it."

"Damn. That was the best head I've ever gotten."

"Thanks."

I wiped my lips and tasted more of the salty sweet flavor of his cum.

"I wish I could have more," I said.

"You're a natural."

I blushed. I was proud of myself for giving him pleasure.

"Do you want me to return the favor," he asked.

"Ummm wow. Really? You would do that?"

"Hahahaha. Didnt expect that did you?"

"No. I didn't. Are you?"

"Oh yeah, I'm a cocksucker too. I got hooked like you did. Drop your drawers and let me see."

I couldn't believe it. This guy, also a married man and otherwise straight looking, was going to suck my cock too.

"Sit down like I did."

"I may not last long," I warned.

"Don't worry. I won't protest," he joked.

So I dropped my pants and sat bare assed in the chair like he did. He had sat up from the chair and now positioned himself in the floor like I had been.

Then, sheer bliss. He hungrily swallowed my cock like a man starved for a meal. I laid back and closed my eyes, feeling my reward and tasting his cum in my mouth. It was exhilarating. I can't describe the feeling of the most intense organism in my life. I came so hard and so fast.

After I had finished and laid back with my legs spread and softening cock before him, he said "my name is Dave by the way."

I introduced myself and said "want to do this again in the morning?"

"Fuck yes I do."

"Okay, my room is 418 and I leave at 730 tomorrow."

"Do you bottom?" He asked.

"Is that where you get it or give it?" I said.

And he roared with laughter. "You are new to this. I'll fuck that sweet ass tomorrow am if you'll let me. That's what I mean. When you were looking for your phone, I thought to myself that it looked like my ex-girlfriend's perfect round bottom. So, you up for that?"

"Hell yes," I readily agreed.

"Good. Get some rest and see you in the morning."

As I left and walked back to my room, I thought to myself "what is up with this hotel?! How did I get so lucky. First John. Now Dave."

I didn't get much sleep with the anticipation of being with him again the next morning.