Shuttle Driver Explodes... Again

Once I dropped off the shuttle and got to my car I just sat there in the parking lot with the events of the night running through my head. I couldn't believe that really happened. I was stunned. My body was a bundle of nerves.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in my driveway. I couldn't remember the drive home at all. What a night. I got out of my car and walked inside my house and up the stairs to my bedroom. I definitely needed a hot shower to help calm my nerves.

Pulling out my wallet and keys to lay them on the dresser, his business card fell out on the floor. I picked it up and read the card for the first time.

James Asten

Salesman

Well, he definitely sold me.

I removed my shirt and then my pants. When I took off my underwear I noticed the large stain on the front. That brought the entire night flooding back. How he seduced me. How nervous I was when he undressed me. The first feelings of his mouth on my cock...

Stop!!! I silently screamed in my head, trying hard to think of anything else. But... my brain was a tangled web of erotic thoughts... extremely pleasurable erotic thoughts... about another man.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to let the water get hot. Opening the closet door I removed a clean towel and washcloth. After hanging the washcloth on the hook in the shower and placing the towel on the sink I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I just stood there, frozen, staring at the person reflecting back at me.

Who is this person? I thought.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the shower head. Turning my back to the steaming water, I tilted my head back to allow the hot water to cascade over me. It felt fantastic and immediately I began to relax. My mind started to wander back to the blowjob I had received and how it ended with the most incredible orgasm I have ever felt. I've never once been attracted to a man but if I'm being honest with myself it was the most erotic experience of my life. I turned to get the front of me wet and when I did something brushed against my wrist. When I looked down I saw that my cock had become hard without me even touching it.

Wrapping my fingers around my swollen cock, I slowly stroked up and down remembering how he touched me. I leaned against the wall of the shower to brace myself and closed my eyes. Images of his mouth on my cock flooded my brain. I began to stroke faster, increasing my grip.

My usual method was to jerk off with the sole intent of cumming as fast as possible, but not this time. This time I wanted the images in my head to last as well as making my orgasm build.

I slowed my pace and caressed my cock and balls. With my other hand I reached up and began to roll my nipples between my fingers. This was a first for me and I was surprised at how good it felt. I released my cock and poured a small amount of body wash in my hand. Again I wrapped my fingers around the thickness of my swollen dick and used the soap as a lubricant, also, increasing the sensitivity I was feeling. My hand now slid across my cock in a smooth fluid motion.

The soap began to run down my cock and over my balls following the trail down between my ass cheeks. While I continued to stroke with my right hand I moved my left hand down to caress my balls. As I did my fingers brushed across my asshole and sent a shiver through my spine. Without even thinking I used the suds to lube my hole and slowly slid my finger into my asshole. It felt tight and a little uncomfortable. I pulled my finger out and added more liquid soap to my hand. I rubbed the soap around my ass and started softly rubbing my finger over my puckered anus. It felt really good and I again inserted my finger. It was easier this time and I began to pump my finger in and out while stroking my rock hard cock. New feelings came over me. Awakening the nerve endings in my ass, it started to feel amazing.

I began to softly moan as the combined pleasure between my dick and my ass intensified. Incredible new feelings flowed through my body. I increased the speed on my cock and buried my finger as deep as it would go putting pressure on my prostate. The pressure in my balls began to build and I shot a huge load of pearly white cum across the shower, splattering the shower curtain. Spurt after spurt exploding from the tip of my swollen dick. I watched in fascination as the thick cum slowly ran down the black shower curtain.

Catching my breath, I removed my finger from my throbbing asshole and looked down at my other hand covered in cum. Curiosity got the best of me and I slowly moved my hand to my mouth and using just the tip of my tongue I licked up just a tiny bit of the white creamy substance. It was slightly bitter but also had a tangy sweetness. I expected it to be horrible but it wasn't bad at all. Between the exotic flavor and the taboo of the act itself I was incredibly turned on and knew I wanted more. I began to lap at my fingers until I'd eaten every last drop of my delicious cum. I had crossed a line that I don't think I can ever uncross.

I finished my shower and turned off the water. Grabbing the towel I dried off and headed for my bedroom. I usually sleep in shorts and a T-shirt but tonight I decided to sleep nude. I was still turned on and my cock seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal. Standing in front of my dresser naked, I twisted in front of the mirror to look at my ass. Reaching back with both hands I began to caress my cheeks. I bent over and spread them, looking at my tight little asshole. It made me feel sexy in a submissive way. Something I have never felt in my life.

Girls have always told me I have a nice ass. It's very plump. I'm 5'10 and 200lbs but not really muscled. I have a little meat on my bones from sitting on my ass in a shuttle every night. Not really the exercising type but not overly fat either.

I gave my ass a slap, hard enough to leave a red handprint and picked up his business card. Climbing into bed I grabbed my phone from the night stand and opened the texts. Entering his cell number I kept the body of the text simple.

I enjoyed tonight. I want to do it again. What time tomorrow?

I fell asleep before he responded so when I woke up the next morning it wasn't on my mind at all. Grabbing my phone when I first wake up is a bad habit I've gotten into and when I opened it up I saw I had a text from an unknown number. It read...

I enjoyed myself as well.

Next time will be even better.

8pm

Room 403

I dropped the phone in my lap and sat straight up in bed. Panic shot through my body.

What have I done???

I can't do this.

I'm not gay.

What if someone sees me?

Then I remembered how good his mouth felt on my cock. How excited I still was when I got home. How hard I came in the shower thinking about it. What could it hurt? He doesn't live here so I wouldn't ever see him again. He doesn't know anyone I know. It's just a blowjob. I would just have to be careful going through the hotel to his room. I was friendly with quite a few of the workers at that hotel.

Then I remembered I was on the schedule tonight. I couldn't go. I had to work. How could I tell him I changed my mind? My mind was playing a tug-of-war with itself. Back and forth. Logic that I'm not gay fighting with my primal side that just wanted to repeat the pleasure that I felt the night before. When I pulled back the covers my cock was standing at attention. Rock hard and extremely swollen. My balls aching for release. My primal side has won.

I texted a coworker that owed me a favor and talked him into covering my shift. I then texted my manager and told him the same. He didn't care as long as someone was there to cover. Now I had the entire day to stress over what I was about to do...

Again...

I got up and made a bowl of cereal and followed my usual routine the same as if I was going to work that night. Watching television, playing video games, having lunch. Before I knew it, it was 6pm. Again I started stressing.

What would I wear?

I need to shave... should I trim down there?

Should I wear cologne?

I felt like I was getting ready for a date. This was crazy. But every time I thought about backing out my dick swelled and my heart pounded and excitement coursed through my body. A reminder of how much I really wanted his mouth on my cock again. It might have been different if I had a steady girl to satisfy my needs but that wasn't the case. Hell, even when I have, I've never gotten head with such enthusiasm and expertise. Dammit. It's settled. No more back and forth. I'm going.

I headed upstairs and went to my closet. Deciding that I didn't want to be too fancy in case someone I knew saw me and started asking questions. I grabbed my favorite jeans (that fit just right and showed off my ass) and a polo shirt that was more casual than dressy. Opening my top drawer, I picked out my "good" underwear. Boxer briefs that were just a little tight and had a pouch in the front that held me in place and made my package stand out in my jeans. Grabbing a pair of dark socks and my casual/dress shoes I laid everything out on my bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready.

Like I normally do, I first shaved my face. Once I finished shaving I grabbed my clippers and began to trim the hair in my pubic region. Leaving peach fuzz above my cock and then shaving the base of my cock and balls as close as possible. As I was lifting my balls to get underneath I began to go lower and lower. Not something I normally do but something inside told me I didn't want a hairy asshole. (luckily I'm not a normally hairy person so I don't have thick hair on my back or ass like some guys) I removed the hanging mirror that I keep in the shower and laid it on the floor and squatted over top to where I could see the reflection of my ass. I removed all hair that I could see and then looked at the result. It was smooth as it's ever been. Time for my shower.

The water was hot and steamy. It helped me relax after I'd been stressed all day. I washed and conditioned my hair and then started washing my body. As I washed my cock and balls I began to get hard. My cock was aching for release but I was intent on saving it for him. Next I began to wash my ass. Just like last night I added additional soap and rubbed it around my hole and then slid in my finger. It went in easily this time and it wasn't uncomfortable at all. It felt good but I wasn't here to play. I was intent on being clean everywhere.

Finishing up my shower I got out and dried off. I put on deodorant and brushed my teeth. Then I headed to my bedroom and got dressed. I decided on wearing cologne but just a dab on each side of my neck, under my ears. I chose Obsession for Men. It has citrus tones but also a slight floral lavender and warm, spicy nuances of cinnamon and coriander. Honestly it could be unisex but I've been wearing it since high school and have gotten quite a few compliments.

I was finally ready to go to the hotel. I grabbed my keys and wallet with shaky hands and headed out the door. My heart was pounding. It was 7pm but the hotel was only about 30 minutes from my house so that left me time to park and sneak into the hotel.

When I pulled up to the hotel I drove around back and parked in the far corner. Looking around I didn't see any of the hotel workers I had spoken to in the past so I got out and headed inside. The back door had two hallways. One leading to the lobby and one that led directly to the elevators and stairway. I decided to use the stairs since I figured most workers would use the elevator. I was already a little sweaty from nerves but the four floor climb had me breathing heavy and sweating even more. Each floor has a public bathroom right next to the stairwell so when I reached the fourth floor I slipped inside and splashed cold water on my face. I stared in the mirror and began to question myself again.

What am I doing here?

I still have time to leave.

You know you want this.

Just go for it. What have you got to lose?

I felt like I was going crazy. One part of me wanted to run away as fast as possible. Another part of me really wanted this. That primal part of me wasn't going to give in to my other half. I dried my face and tossed the paper towel in the trash can. Pulling out my phone to check the time I noticed a text message from him...

I'm really looking forward to this. Can't wait. I'm going to make you feel so good.

It was 7:55pm. To late to turn back now. Heading down the hall I kept my head down to avoid looking at the cameras and followed the room numbers on the wall next to each door. Room 403 was at the other end of the hallway and when I got there I froze. I couldn't force myself to knock. Just as I was trying to build up the courage the door swung open.

There stood James in a black silk jacquard robe with small square patterns sewn into the fabric. It came down to his knees and was tied at the waist with a black belt made from the same material. He was holding a glass of wine in his left hand and holding the door open with his right. He had that same huge smile on his face that he had when we first met at the airport.

"Hi Michael. It's great to see you again. Come on inside."

As he said this he stepped to the side of the doorway and motioned with his eyes to enter. My knees immediately got weak and I felt like my legs would give out at any minute.

"ummmm hi", I said as I lowered my eyes and shuffled past him into the room. I had never been inside the rooms at this hotel. The farthest I had ever been was the lobby to help carry luggage. Looking around I noticed it was very nice. It had a large king size bed, fluffed up with thick pristine white pillows and a white down quilt. At the foot of the bed was a gray leather bench seat. Against the wall directly across from the bed was a large four drawer dresser with a 55" flat screen tv mounted along the back edge. On each side of the bed were night stand tables with a lamp on each. Next to the dresser was a desk and chair with what I'm assuming was his laptop. He had the curtains pulled open showing a beautiful twinkling skyline of downtown Rochester. In front of the window sat two comfortable looking chairs with a lamp in-between.

Not knowing what to say I mumbled "this is really nice."

"Yeah, it's not bad at all", he said. "Like I said, my company takes care of me."

I stood frozen in the middle of the room. He gestured for me to have a seat in front of the window. As I took a seat I noticed him adjusting himself. I saw that the bulge under his robe filled up his hand and my eyes grew wide. He saw me looking and smiled that same mischievous grin that he wore last night right before he pulled out my cock.

"Would you like a glass of wine, it'll help you relax?"

Before I could even respond he walked towards the front of the room and pulled open a curtain revealing a wide sink with a mini fridge underneath. Opening the fridge he pulled out a bottle of wine. On top of the sink sat another wine glass. As he started to pour the wine he began talking to me.

"I was really excited to get your text last night. I really enjoyed myself on our trip from the airport." Giving me a knowing look that told me he knew for sure that I did as well.

"Although, I wasn't sure you would actually show up until I saw you through the peep hole. By the way, sorry about that." He said, while laughing. "It looked like I startled you when I opened the door before you actually knocked. That was just me showing my impatience. "

He finished pouring the wine, filling my glass almost to the top. Much fuller than his appeared to be. Handing the wine glass to me, he turned and sat in the seat opposite me. When I took the glass from him I noticed it wasn't an actual wine glass at all. It was plastic and not particularly thick or well made. He must have noticed my reaction because he started laughing and said...

"Yeah, unfortunately the hotel doesn't offer alcohol for room service so the guy at the liquor store gave me these when I bought the bottle."

That made me laugh and it helped to lighten the mood. We sat in front of the window, admiring the view and just chatted about nothing in particular. I'm not much of a drinker and by my third glass of wine I was really feeling the effects. The stress I was feeling when I first got there was gone and my inhibitions were gone as well. When the conversation slowed, without even thinking, I blurted out...

"I would love for you to suck my dick again"

His devious grin returned and he said, "well that was straight and to the point." And he laughed at my sudden embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was rude." I said.

Showing the understanding and comfort that helped me trust him last night he said, "no, not at all. I like a man that knows what he wants. But, since we have some actual privacy tonight why don't we take our time and enjoy EACH OTHER."

The words "enjoy EACH OTHER" really got my attention. My mind went in a hundred different directions, wondering what he meant. Did he expect me to suck him? Was he expecting me to touch him the way he had touched me? The more I thought about all the possibilities the more curious I became. Did I want to try that? I wonder how it would feel to touch another man's dick. How it would feel and taste to have a cock in my mouth. Or if I would know at all how to suck him to completion. I mean, I know what I like. Are all guys the same? Oh God, what if he came in my mouth? Would I throw up? Would I actually swallow? How would it taste? Would it taste the same as mine? My mind was racing. I came here to get a blowjob. I wasn't expecting anything more. But, my body must have known because these thoughts were turning me on. I was so hard that my cock was straining against my jeans. My heart began pounding in my chest and I looked away from him so he couldn't see the panic in my eyes. Although in all honesty, I turned so that he wouldn't see the lust in my eyes.

My mouth went dry and my words came out low and raspy. "That sounds good." I said.

With that he leaned in and touching my arm at the elbow, he guided the wine glass I held up to my mouth. "You sound like you need a drink." He said.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to get me drunk or if he just wanted my throat lubricated for what ever plans he had for the night. Either way there was no turning back now. I downed what was left in the glass and asked for a refill. The huge smile on his face told me he was pleased at my response.

I finished what was my fourth glass of wine and sat the empty glass on the table. I was feeling pretty buzzed and that was making me pliant to his suggestions. He motioned for me to stand up and guided me towards the bed. I wasn't really sure I wanted to get into bed with another man so instead of climbing on the bed I sat on the bench seat at the foot of the bed. He knelt down in front of me and removed my shoes and socks. Once that was done he looked up at me with desire in his eyes and reached for my belt buckle and undid my belt and zipper. A shiver ran through my body. He took hold of the waistline of my jeans and just the same as last night I instinctively raised my ass from the seat so that he could pull them down. But unlike last night, he didn't stop when he had them down to my knees, instead he continued and pulled them completely off and tossed them on the bench next to me.

Turning his attention back my way he placed his hands on the inside of my knees and spread my legs apart. His next move made me gasp and I could feel precum gush from my cock. Gently he ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs. Dragging his nails across my skin causing goosebumps to appear, until he reached my crotch. With his right hand he cupped my bulge and used his thumb to caress and massage me. At the same time he began planting little kisses along the inside of my right thigh until he reached my underwear. Removing his hand he began nibbling at my cock and balls through the fabric. This was new for me and felt incredible. I let out a tiny moan and this only encouraged him to get a bit more aggressive with his teeth, taking the head of my cock in his mouth, and scraping his teeth through the fabric. He was teasing me and it was working. I was more aroused than ever. My cock began to grow and tent through the thin fabric.