There was no way this was his first time. I threw my head back against the pillow and felt his mouth taking me even deeper. That was saying something. Most guys have trouble deepthroating me like that even with experience, let alone a gay virgin. There was no way.
"Fuck yeah, man." I gasped. The light in the room was soft coming from one of the lamps on the wall in the crappy motel I had to choose. It was more than enough for this.
The cute blond guy looked up and smiled around my cock. Thick, nine inches of prime American muscle beef was now slick with his spit. It felt fucking amazing. He took my entire length again and buried his nose in my trimmed bush. The slurping noises made it even better.
I gasped in pleasure and my hands came to his head holding him there. He moaned which sent those pleasurable vibrations along the length of my cock and straight to my balls.
"Oh, fuck. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum." I gasped into the air.
I held him tighter. Virgin or not I was going to make him eat my load. He grunted and I came undone. I shot hard. I heard him gurgle on the full load and I could only imagine how full his mouth was at that moment.
He tried to push me off, but I just held him there until my cock gave its last shot into his beautiful mouth.
"Fuck man!" He gasped as I released him and he came up sitting back on his knees. His face was beautiful, made even more so by the strings of my cum on his lips and chin. I smiled at him as he gasped and caught his breath.
I didn't even know his name.
I pushed him back on the bed and began returning the favor. I started by kissing his mouth deeply tasting myself. I also loved tasting my load in a pretty boy's mouth. Then I moved down his body. He was close to my age of twenty-seven. At least that's what I imagined.
His chest had a light dusting of hair across his strong pecs and the happy trail was beautiful to lick down until his own dick smacked me in the face. He wasn't quite as long as I am, but that was one thick fucker!
I looked in his eyes as I took the fat head in my mouth and tasted his precum. Sweeter than mine. Clearly he had a better diet that I did. I grabbed both of his hands and pinned them to his sides as I started sucking him.
This wasn't about romance or love. This was a stranger that I had met at the bar across the street only an hour ago. This was about his cum shooting down my throat.
I took him deep, showing my own skills. The way he howled and swore meant he hadn't had much experience with an expert cocksucker. I was glad for that because it meant he would always remember the random romp on the side of the road.
It was getting late, and the exhaustion of driving for ten hours earlier that day began to catch up to me. Okay, maybe it wasn't my best blowjob, but the pretty boy was loving it. His eyes kept rolling back. His words becoming nastier by the moment. Hell, if I was from here I might fall in love with him.
Unfortunately I still had six hours to drive tomorrow. I stupidly thought I could make the trip all in one day -- and the flashing motel sign had been an oasis to my exhaustion. Plus they had a bar across the street.
A bar with a cute blond who had a dick to match!
There is just something about sex in a motel that makes it better. Is it the fact that other people had done the same thing here? The fact that you can let it all go and not have to clean up the next morning? Maybe both?
It didn't take long before the pretty boy was cumming hard down my throat. He laid there gasping as I rolled over beside him. His body was beautiful too. Nothing forced like back home where the guys spent more money on steroids than groceries to make sure their muscles bulged in the right places.
No, this blond stranger was naturally beautiful. The kind you'd find on a farm in some flyover state. Body bulked from his physical labor and a smile from Heaven itself.
"I need a shower, but then you get round two." I said rolling over and planting my feet on the floor. I felt his eyes on my ass and I knew he wanted more than a blowjob. I turned when I reached the door to the bathroom that wasn't what I would consider clean. I gave him a wink when he looked up from my beefy cheeks.
When I came back out of the shower he was gone.
I can't say I was surprised. Most men in small towns like this were straight until the right guy came along. But, straight men often felt the shame after sex with another man and can't wait to get out. I will say I thought he'd stay for a chance at my ass, but it was okay. I had really only wanted sex, not a companion for the night.
There was a towel on the floor where he had wiped his cock clean. I threw it in the corner where I had left my towel after the pathetic shower I had just taken. It was well after one in the morning and I had another six hour drive coming up. I just shrugged it off thankful for the one release I had had and climbed under the covers before letting the exhaustion pull me under.
I slept much later than I meant to. When I rolled over the sun was already bright outside. I had hoped to be well on my way by then. Oh well.
I took a deep breath getting ready for the day. I was on my way home to see my parents again after a long time away from home. We hadn't exactly had the best parting when we last saw each other, and I had been successful at avoiding them for the past three years.
The one thing that brought me home now was my younger brother was getting married. I loved that little punk more than anything else. Even more than my dignity when it came to my parents.
I took another shower -- barely able to get lukewarm this morning -- such a crappy place. Even by my standards.
I double checked my bag to make sure I had everything and slid on some shorts and a t-shirt. It was way too hot for more than that as I drove today. I put my bags in my car and gave a glance to the bar. I couldn't keep the smile off my face knowing I'd never see it again, but the memory that came from it.
One more check around the room and I grabbed my keys. I would grab breakfast at one of the fast food chains near the highway before leaving this place in the dust. I rummaged through my jacket to find my wallet to see what cash I had left.
Wait.
Where the fuck was my wallet?
I checked the other pocket and found nothing. I tore the room apart and then went to my car and did the same with my bags until the backseat looked like a bomb of clothing had gone off.
"Fuck!" I shouted.
The realization hit me like one of those eighteen-wheelers I had passed all day yesterday. The pretty blond boy with the big cock must have taken my wallet when I went to shower and left him alone.
"How can you be so stupid?" I asked myself. Sometimes talking out loud helps me. It wasn't doing the trick today.
