How I ended up in the situation I'm in is a story by itself.
First a little background.
I'm a 40 year old bi-male.
6ft, 180 lbs, fit and considered handsome.
When I was 18 an older man forced me to suck his cock in a porn theatre.
It was a weird experience because going there to suck cock was not my intention.
After that incident I carried on with my life, but would often think back on that experience as I got older.
I began fantasizing about it in my thirties and it became my number one masturbation fantasy.
Me in an adult porn theatre on my knees bobbing up and down on strangers cocks and eating cum.
I remember how warm and soft the mans penis was as I was sucking.
He came big and I spit it out, something I would never do now.
I started seeking out men on Craigslist when I was about 35 to satisfy my hunger for cock.
That was the beginning of my life as a cocksucker.
My job involved quite a bit of travel, mostly by car.
I would plan my route so that I could stop at cruising areas.
Truck stops, washrooms, cruisy forests etc...
This all led to an encounter that changed my life.
I was just returning from a 4 day business trip in my car.
It was getting late and although I was only an hour from home I decided to seek out a motel to spend the night.
I came across this motel in the middle of nowhere.
Paradise hotel was displayed on a weathered sign.
It looked a little seedy, but I was tired and needed some rest.
I proceeded to the office to check in, by that time it was almost 11pm.
There was nobody in the lobby and I didn't see a bell or anything, but noticed a light coming from another room.
I went to investigate.
The door was slightly ajar, but to my surprise I saw an older man sitting at a desk with his pants down masturbating.
He looked to be about 60, maybe 5,10 225.
He did have a large cock, I knew that for sure.
So I decided to go back out and re-enter again making more noise.
I proceeded to do so and sure enough he had heard me and came out to the front counter.
I told him I wanted a room for the night and he gave me some forms to fill out.
That is when I noticed that he hadn't done up the zipper on his pants.
He probably was in such a hurry to get to the counter he had forgotten.
I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he hadn't finished the job on himself either.
At one point I looked over and noticed that his cockhead and part of his shaft had worked their way through the opening.
I tried not to stare, but found myself glancing that way quite often.
Every time I looked over, more of his cock was protruding out of his pants.
