Motel mayhem
It was summer time. My Junior year in High school. I had a
job working
at a local motel doing outside work. Cutting grass, weed
wackin' and
all the other manly outside duties. It was a hot, sunny,
summer day
in the South, and all the boys were out on the town, showin'
off their
buff bods, and hot rods. Our town was a tourist town, and
drew people
from all over the country to visit. It was always crowded,
and you knew
that mostly everyone was from somwhere else. The locals
usually
hated the summer, because the roads were always flooded
with lost
tourists, trying to find their way around. Overall, our
town was
interesting, and there was always something going on.
On one particular day in June, I was out pushing the mower
over the
fields adjacent to the Best Western Motel, and was sweaty
and ready
to get done so I could jump in the pool before I went home.
All
morning, I saw girls, and guys out at the pool. Jumpin'
in and out
of the water, makin' water messess everywhere. They
were having fun,
and after all, it was already very hot, and it wasn't
even noon yet.
After a few more hours of hard yard work, I was puttin'
all my shit
up in the storage room and was getting ready for a swim in
the
pool. Well, by this time, it had to have been about three
in the
afternoon, and there wasn't anyone in the pool. So,
feeling glad to
have to pool all to myself, I went, put my shoes, and keys
and wallet
down next to a pool chair, and took my shirt off, and admired
my
nice, muscular body in the sun. I felt the warmth of the hot
sun embrace
me as if I was it's food. I was about 5'7, pretty
short for
an 17 year old guy, and I weighed about 170 pounds. I always
got
off when I looked in the mirror, that's just the way
I was.
Well, after deciding to jump in the pool, I also decided
that it was
a good time to take a piss on the water. Everyone does it,
and loves
doing it, so why deny it? Well, after about twenty minutes
of being
all by my lonesome, I saw this fine ass, tanned, tall, muscular
dude
walking to the pool area, with a cap on backwards, no shirt
on, and
running shorts. He had shades on too, and I was swooning
at this point.
AHH, the water was getting really hot now. Not only from
the heat and my
piss, but also from this new tourist jock who was invading
my waters. OUCH! I thougut to myself. MMMM! He came up out
of the water,
and without noticing, swam into me. This dude must have
really wanted to
get into the water! He didn't even notice me, and when
he bumped into
me, it sent chills all the way down and up and down my body
again. I was
overloading at this point. He looked up and said
"Oh, excuse me!" "I am so sorry",
he said embarassed. "Don't worry about
it" "it happens" I told him. He smiled,
and then asked if I knew
of anywhere he could buy some liquor. I told him that there
were two
liquor stores in town, and then he asked if I knew anywhere
he could get
some "weed". He said "Oh, by the way, my
name's Jason." I said,
"nice to meet you", and I told him my name, which
is Austin. I told
him all about our town, and where the only places to party
are, and
he said that he would be in town for a few weeks summer vacation.
He was a college student. He had just turned 21 about a week
previous
to our encounter. He invited me back to his motel room, where
he and
his girlfriend were staying. She was hot herself, or as
hot as them
nasty things can get. Girls are nasty, and just need to be
left alone.
I knew my hopes of ever crawling in his motel bed were slim
to none.
His girl was gonna be there, and she'd ruin any chance
at me getting
at her man. All of a sudden, she asked if she could use his
car to
go to town to shop and look around for a while. She told him
she wanted
to buy him something, and that he'd be best to stay at
the
room. I knew that if we were gonna have a chance at anything,
it'd
be now or never. So, out the door she went, on her way to town.
We were alone. Two perfect strangers, who didn't even
know each other.
Life has it's turns, and you just gotta ride em'.
He turned on the television, and told me I could watch anything
he
wanted. He asked me all kinds of questions, like how long
I'd lived
in the town, and what kind of music I listened to, and if I
was gonna
go to college when I got out of high school and on and on. We
were
actually making consistent conversation, and soon became
good
acquaintances, and he was easing up a bit, and so was I. He
was on
the other bed, and he layed back and put his hands over his
face.
He was tired. As he lay back, I looked in the mirror across
from the
beds, and I caught myself looking at his smooth, muscular,
tanned,
luscious, male body. He underwear was exposed, and the
white contrast
of his underwear and his tanned skin made my tounge do laps
inside my
mouth. His shorts were black and shiny. They were drawstring,
and were
almost undone. I watched his stomach move slowly up and
down, as
he breathed. I wathced his adam's apple twitch as he
swallowed, and I
admired his beautiful arms, and handsome legs. I caught
me looking, and
without a moments hesitation, jumped up, and grabbed me
and pushed
me to the bed. At once, he was on top of me, with his invading
tounge
slithering it's way down my mouth.
As turned on as I was, I began giving it all to him. I didn't
forget
anything. He wanted it, and he got it. We must have laid there
for
a good few minutes sharing face, and consuming each others
saliva like
there was a shortage of it. His mouth tasted so good, like
gum, and
food, and tabacco. Call me strange, but I get turned on when
hot boys
have a dip in their mouths. It's a turn on. He smelled
even better than
he tasted. His morning application of Tommy Boy cologne
hadn't worn off
yet, and he still smelled of it. I knew I was in heaven, and
didn't want to leave.
All of a sudden, with out a moments warning, I slowly began
pulling
his silky shorts off, and pulled them off of him. I wanted
him to remain
in his underwear, cuz nothing turns me on like a man in his
underwear.
AHH! As he's still gropping me, I stand up, and he pulls
everything off of me except my briefs, and he sticks his
hand down in
them and fondles my hard cock. OHHH I shot, as his sensations
are
beginning to enrapture me. I feel so good. He is moaning,
and making
animalistic sounds and we quickly pick up the pace. He throws
me up
against the wall, and pulling my underwear to my ankles,
begins to make
way with me. He parts my ass cheeks, and invades my butt with
his
fuck rod. OH, damn, I didn't even get a chance at sucking
it! Well, I
suppose there's another time. He's breathing
like an exhausted animal,
grabbing at me, and thrusting into me. It feels like I am
takin' one
wicked shit, and he slides in and out of me, leaving me with
a burning
sensation each time he thrusts. He hits my prostate several
times, and
sends me over the edge, all of a sudden I let lose with jets
of creamy
cream cummin' swiftly out of my convulsing cock. It's
all over the wall
at this point, and he's a gruntin' away, farting
and cussin' and
making me feel like an animal carcus. I feel good though
and the odor
from his farts creep into my nostrills, sending me even
more over the
edge, letting out multiple ropes of white guy jism spraying
the
damn place. He grunts and thrusts one more time up into my
guts and
he must have hit something he wasn't supposed to, cuz
when he did, I let
out an outrageous cry of pleasure, and spewed my spunk yet
another time.
By this time though, he had came, and I felt gush after gush
after juicy
gush of man cum stain my insides, plastering my guts with
a fresh coat
of the manly fluid. We were both exhausted, and simultaneously
collapsed
onto the floor. At this time, we both heard
the doorknob rattling, and we knew who it was, and in walked
his
girl, all horrified, and .....
Motel Madness, Part Two:
In she stormed, huffin' and a puffin'. Her face
was as red as I'd
ever seen a face before. She pulled him up and threw him against
the
wall, taking off their engagement ring, and throwin'
it to the ground
I coulnd' help but laugh, as inappropriate as it was,
but it was
funny. I kinda felt devious for breaking them up, but what
the hell.
He called her a bitch, and they argued and I ran out the door,
and
for some reason, thought he'd come out shortly thereafter.
So,
I waited out by the pool, and in about five minutes, he came
runnin'
out. He was upset, and with good reason. He loved her. She
didn't really
love
him, or maybe she did, but she just couldn't take her
man bein' with
another man, so she told him to fuck off. But, from what he
told me,
they argued like that often, and I asked if he fucked guys
often in
front of her
and he said no, but they got into silly arguments all the
time.
He says that worse things have happened, and that they'd
make up
a few hours later.
Well, I couldn't have cared less about whether or not
they'd make up,
I just knew I wanted another session with him, but that did
seem
unlikely. Even so, I still wanted to talk with him, and let
him know
that women aren't the only thing that can keep a man
happy. We talked
for about an hour by the pool, and soon he decided that it'd
be best
if he went back to the room, and settle everything out with
her.
Well, it was way time for me to get back home, so home was where
I
went. I was glad to get home, and away from that place, but
I couldn't
get my mind off of him.
The next day, I went back to work, did my days work, and swam
as I did
everyday, and waited to see him again. This time I would
wait until
it got dark, and if no show, then I would leave. Well, at about
six o' clock, he came to the pool for an evening swim.
He told me that
they made up, and that everything was fine, and he even said
that he
finally told ther that he was bi. He said that she would have
a time
dealing
with it, but that she could do it, if she tried. She did seem
kinda
cool, as cool as a girl could be, but at least everything
would be
fine for a while. Well, now he had come out to her, and so she
knew
that there would be possibilities of some play. So, he decided
that
he would use his freedom and play around, to see if she could
actually
handle it now that she knew, and was more able to adjust.
If she even
found out. She was again, not there, and it was again just
he and I
in the pool.
So, dark came. The street lights were all that illuminate
the area.
The water was warm, the night was warm also, and we were both
hot
as they cum. In no time, we were in the "deep"
end gettin' it on again.
Makin' out slowly, passionately, and devilishly.
His hands were so tender on the back of my neck, the water
that
trickle from his hair to my nose felt so refreshing. Just
two guys
in the water, holding each other, tenderly embracing one
another.
It was cool. It was something great. He started to lick my
face,
then his tongue began begging it's way into my mouth.
I let it in,
and it made itself at home. I swallowed his tongue, tasting
every bit
of him that I could, breathing in the scent, and absorbing
all that
I could. We float there kissing, in the pool, in the moon/street
light.
Nothing bothered us, and no one seemed to care if they did
notice.
We slowly made way to shallower waters, and began getting
rough.
He whispered into my ear "I like hard sex, I like rough
sex, and
can't get enough" That made me go through the
water! He continued
to whisper dirty things into my ear, telling me how hard
he wanted it,
and how he'd give me his ass if I wanted it. So, pushing
him out of the
water, and onto the pool's edge, I pulled his shorts
off, and
told him to position himself for a one of a kind ride! He did
as
I asked, and got ready. I licked his ass dry from the water,
and
lubed his ass with my spit. All nice and slick, I was ready
to
go myself. So, I parted his cheeks, nearing his ass, when
I heard
a wet fart slip from his ass, and I was even more turned on.
He
laughed, and said "fuck me" he began grunting,
and maoning before
I got into him. I slid my slick dick quickly into his slick
ass.
He thrust his ass to me, and began grunting loudly. I thrust
into him,
half in the water, and half out, creating waves that splash
us both.
I couldn't stop. He started panting, and talking dirty
to me.
He said that I made him feel like he needed to take a dump,
and he
started grunting as if on the pot. He begged for more, and
I couldn't
stop, so I pounded him, pounding every whimper I could get
out of
him, hitting his prostate so hard, that each time I thrust,
he spirted
onto the pool's edge. Waves of water splashed onto
the cummy edge,
and wash it away as quickly as it came. He began making noises
I hadn't
heard before, and he seemed as if he was hurt, but it was just
sick pleasure, he loved it, and wanted to hurt. He wanted
me to
tear his guts up with my dick, and that I was doing. I fucked
him
so hard, I heard shit bein' torn up inside him. By the
time I came,
he was maonig, and grunting and making animalistic noises,
and
was crying, and laughing at the same time. I came cummy currents
of cum up his ass. My cum found places in him that his shit
couldn't find. It was way up there, and he felt it burning
inside
him. He loved it, and was glad to have recieved it.
After that, he decided to go fuck his chick. She needed a
good
boy to get fucked by, and with good reason, ever since they'd
been
there, he was with me. She was jealous. But, I needed to go
home,
and to home I went, with his scent reminding me of yet another
hard days work.
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