The following is a work of fiction. All characters have attained the age of 21 years or older.
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I had just checked into my hotel in rural bum fuck just as the sun set. Dragging my bags into the hotel through the rain had left me cold and a tired.
"Damn it!" I shouted at myself.
I realized I had left my phone in the car after getting undressed for a well deserved shower. Muttering, I threw on my jeans commando style and pulled my t shirt back over my head, the damp fabric clinging fast. Barefoot, I splashed out and unlocked the car. Leaning over to grab my phone, the rain caused my shirt to cling tightly to my back. Straightening and closing the door I turned. It was then that I saw him sitting in the window of the room next to mine.
It was a man. A manly. Huge. Easily twice my weight and thicker in every respect. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a heavily muscled torso. Sitting in profile to me, the thickness of his chest was at least equal to the width of my shoulders. Not being some skinny boy this single aspect of his physique impressed me greatly. His jeans were stretched taught over a pair of impossibly thick thighs that ran out in front of him onto a second chair he was using as a rest. Each thigh was beefier than my hips. His face was hyper masculine, accentuated by a short reddish gray beard that was both sexy and rugged. I was awestruck at the sight of this red haired redneck god. I stood there gawking until I realized he had turned and was staring back at me. The position of lustful voyeur I had enjoyed was suddenly flipped. Big Boy was giving me the same look!
Having no choice due to the closeness of our rooms I began to quickly walk back through the cold rain. This bit of exuberance on my part interpreted by him as extreme interest. As I began to pass, this mountain of a man stood and opened his door. His bulk filled the opening and by shear physical intensity stopped me in my tracks.
"Beer?" He asked, a broad lumberjack smile crossing his face. Without waiting for a verbal answer he took my arm and guided me into his room.
"Wanna beer?" He asked again, a humorous twinkle in his eyes.
"Sure." I replied. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed yet flattered.
Crossing the room he grabbed two long necks from the mini fridge and popped the tops. He held one out to me. Accepting, I tentatively sat on the end of the closest bed. Big Boy walked over and sat in the comfy chair most hotel room have stuffed into the corner. I always thought of that chair as the sex chair and imagined every young couple fucking in it, on it, over it. Hotel rooms seemed to bring out the freak in people, myself included.
Big Boy settled back and his shirt fully opened exposing the entirety of his broad chest. He gazed at me gazing at him, flashing that lumber jack smile again. Using one hand he unbuttoned the bulging fly of his tight jeans and lifted off the chair a bit. I watched transfixed. This guy didn't waste any time.
Fishing around he slowly pulled himself out and dropped it on his thigh. Now THAT was a manly cock and balls. They were as beefy the rest of him. He had an immense shaft almost the size of a wine bottle with a head widely splayed stallion's. It looked like an exaggerated fertility symbol and not something a living, breathing man could ever own. I stared completely awestruck.
"I'm feeling needy." Big Boy quietly explained. "You look like a nice guy who's good at pleasing a needy man." My mind grew empty as my cock grew hard. I stared mesmerized.
He stood, turned away and bent to peel off his jeans, kicking them softly to the side. The split second sight of his package peeking out from between his muscular thighs was both exciting and forbidden. He turned to face me again. Half clothed, considerable manhood dangling below his shirtwaist, Big Boy was magnificent. His ball sack was the size of both my hands clasped together. The fullness of it made me want to explore its heft. He stepped toward me, his cock rocking heavily as he walked. It mesmerized me.
