I brought two sixers of Corona and some limes, I put four of the bottles in the freezer for a fast cool down, while Anders washed and sliced the limes and unpacked the Chipotle burritos. Shoulder to shoulder in the kitchenette, tasking in comfortable silence, a frisson of easy going domesticity enveloped us.
I kicked back on one of the beds, Anders snuggled in close, his noble leonine head on my shoulder. His legs were muscular, thick, and heavily furred, and I had to touch them with my fingertips. He took my hand and put it on his crotch, where his 7" of girthy uncut jock dick was fully aroused. We felt each other up over our shorts and kissed; slow, insistent, horny.
"Service me with your hot pussy boy suck mouth." he said low and even. His shorts and sweatshirt came off, and he kicked back against the headboard, thick furry legs spread, ready for his blow job. I got between his legs, met his male gaze with mine, and went down to lick his big fuzzy balls. while lightly stroking his uncut girth with one hand.
I took him in my mouth, slow, lite, wet, working the foreskin over his blunt glans with spit and tongue. "Unnnnh! Yeah!" I went balls deep and held there. "Yeah, Trav! Be my hot motel room suck boy!" I stroked deep and slow, gave some tongue work to the underside of his awesome shaft, enjoying the simple hard mass and volume of his maleness. With a slow southern suck style I edged him, put him in a sex trance of my making.
Now he had both hands on my head, my tight blond buzzcut triggering his dominance, he forced me all the way down and held me deep on his dick. "Fuck yeah, Trav! You like that shit? You go deep for Caleb and take his hot jizz? You fucking suck boy slut!" He held my head still and thrust upward, like my mouth was a Fleshlight for his male relief. "Unnnh! Unnnh! FUUUCK!" he unloaded in my mouth, a tsunami of cum, I gulped to keep up, some of it sliding back down his thick shaft.
I stayed on his dick, letting him savor the last of his blow job. Then I licked and slurped up the jizz that had escaped my mouth on his balls and in his thick never-trimmed jock bush, enjoying his taste and clean young male aroma. He was grinning down at me as I wiped my mouth on the back of my fist. "Motel room Travis got skills. That was epic."
"It was. You are a total horn dog and should be arrested for being such a wicked hot stud. You think those Coronas are cold by now?'
"Sure. Bring me one, Trav." he asked. "Please."
I opened two of the Coronas, stuffed in lime wedges, and licked lime juice from my fingers. We clinked the necks of our bottles together. "So just how does motel room Anders plan on getting me off, after having been so thoroughly sucked off by moi?" I asked.
"Anything you want, Trav. Say the words out loud and I am on it." he laughed. "But you have to kiss me right now. I wanna taste the lime juice on your lips."
I complied. "Nice! I think I want a lubed handie to completion while you rim my butt hole with your meaty pink tongue. You stay tongue to slot while I cum."
"Ok! Never a problem to bury my face in your sweet little swimmer ass," he laughed.
I found lube and a hand towel while lay on his back on the bed, head at one edge. I tossed off shorts, boxers, shirt, and straddled his face, hovering my balls over his mouth. My view was his front side naked. from shoulders down. He scooped up some lube and slowly greased up my dick, spreading Vaseline from balls to glans, while flicking my scrot with the tip of his broad pink tongue.
He took some lube with his free hand and greased up his own mostly hard dick, giving me a beat off show while I was getting pleasured. I shifted. giving him access to my 'taint. He huffed my crotch scent; "mmmmfffH".
I shifted again and he started licking my butt hole, broad full licks, then just the tip, and back again. His hands sped up working both our cocks; a stream of precum went from my lube shiny dickhead onto the beefy mounds of furry pecs. "Unh fuck!" I moaned. He sped up his hand work, the lube making that greased up masturbation sound. I leaned forward slightly and I grabbed his thick muscled pecs with both hands. He had curled his tongue into a meat tube and was tongue fucking my asshole with it.
"I'm close, baby!" He started to shoot before I did, the jizz spuming onto his hairy belly, then I shot...."unnnnnHHH, FUCK!". watching his big male hand on my blond 7.5" cut dick, my nut flying onto his hairy torso and his hand still working his own girthy uncut 7", big fuzzy balls fully scrunched up in an ample knot of his virility.
I stayed put, letting us both return form our cum-frenzied horn dog headspace. He was covered with cum, his and mine, like the final scene in a naughty frat boy bukkake porno. I moved off his face. "OK, then. That was fucking wicked-hot." I said.
"Damn Trav, I guess you liked that. I will add it to our roster." he laughed.
"Fuck yeah. Permanent roster. You were sure into it."
"Yeah, that little ass of yours makes me crazy. Shower?"
We soaped and scrubbed each other in the steam and hissing hot spray, and it felt so good to have his big hands on me and to see his wet furr as he let me wash him. We toweled each other off, his longish hair still a tangle of damp tendrils, wrapping our nether regions in white towels, no hurry to dress. No place we needed to be; no one expecting us.
I opened two more Coronas, cut one of the burritos in half and carefully heated it up in the microwave. Still wearing only towels, we ate at the little table in comfortable silence, wolfing the burrito and the beers. Finished with food, I got out two more beers.
"You wanna get high?" I asked.
"Sure, if we smoke it out on the porch; I don't wanna stink up our room or disrespect Marge's hospitality." Whoa. His mid-western manners and thoughtfulness shown thru, yet again.
We put on Levi's and fleeces, as it was colder after dark. I blazed the spliff and we did four hits each before heading back in. Snuggled up on the bed he said "This is so great. Being holed up here with you, finally with a bed big enough for some serious cuddling."
"Mmm. It is. Gonna snuggle with my hot furry werewolf boy." I grazed the TV with the sound low, and found "Mildred Pierce" just starting on the movie channel. It was the perfect film to watch stoned; Joan Crawford's extreme shoulder pads, fearsome eyebrows, and wild-eyed overwrought camp had us shouting with stoned laughter. "Vida! VEEEEDAH!" we shouted at each other, mocking the film and Mildred's monster of a bitch daughter.
Beers and film finished, it was time to bed down. I found an extra blanket on a closet shelf, and we got naked and slipped between the sheets together. He put himself in position to get spooned, and I scooped him up, held him tight. We were both asleep fast.
Later, I was awakened by his wild thrashing and shouting. WTF, he was having a nightmare, a bad one. I shook him by the shoulders, "Anders! Wake up! Anders! Dude!" He woke up, hair tangled with sweat, wild looking, not recognizing me. "ANDERS! It's me, Travis! You're safe, we are in a motel room at the beach!" I shook him some more, wanting to hide my panic so as not to fuel his. I got two Altoids and put them on his tongue, hoping the strong taste would help fetch him back to me.
"Whoa, Travis, sorry! That was bad."
I held him close, shocked at how sweaty he was. "OK, OK, you're safe. Just breathe. Chill out. It was just a bad nightmare." He relaxed more, and I brought him a bottle of water and turned on the TV without the sound, more benign distraction to distance him from whatever demons were in his dream.
"Sorry, Trav. I don't know...I don't know...I don't know what happens."
"Shhhh. You are OK, you are with me. Nothing can hurt you here." I spooned him up close and tight, wanting him to relax and drift off again. He was asleep before I was, but I was right behind.
Dawn's early light came in around the draperies, and I slipped quietly out of bed where Anders was still sleeping. I pulled on some clothes and headed down to the office for coffee. The 'go' cups were there, pot freshly brewed, no sign of Marge. I poured our go cups, barely lightened with skim milk, and gulped from mine, adding some more from the pot. Fuckin' good Cafe Bustello coffee; I knew she would brew it strong. Two bikes were leaned against the railing outside the door, kinda' beat up, but with fat freshly inflated tires, ready for our beach ride. The morning was mild and still and I could smell and hear the ocean.
Back upstairs, Anders was still asleep. I drew back the draperies, letting the morning light fill the room, and he came to. "Mornin' sleepy head. Marge brewed us coffee; I brought you a cup."
"Thanks Trav." he took the cup blew on it, and sipped, then slurped, eyebrows raised. "Mmmmm...fuck yeah. Blessings on Marge."
"Yeah, great coffee. She came thru with the bikes too. We can beach ride after breakfast."
"Very cool" he said. "Marge is so cool." I was not going to bring up the nightmare unless he did. Why taint the day unless he wanted to talk about it?
