Date: Mon, 11 May 1998 10:58:18 PDT
From: Clay Ivey <amax69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Motel Madness!

NOTE: This is a story depicting males having sex with other males.
As they always warn, if this isn't your thing, then, please, go
somewhere else. Thanks.

Motel Madness

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.