Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2005 13:45:50 -0800 (PST)
From: David Smith <twofoldman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Hotel

Summer Hotel
by twofoldman@yahoo.com

(M/b oral anal)

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I was eight and just about to turn nine the summer that my stepfather took
me on a business trip with him.  He was a welder, and he got called out of
town every so often to do a job in another state.  Once or twice my mother
and I had gone with him, but this time was going to be different; it was
just going to be me and him.  I think my mother might have thought it would
be a good bonding experience for us, but she didn't know that we'd already
been bonding for several years, in a way she never would have accepted or
even suspected.

In a way that must be time-tested among men who are trying to initiate
sexual activity with a small boy, my stepfather had approached me one night
while we were alone to tell me about "the birds and the bees".  He was
often naked around the house, which my mother never thought was unusual, so
I was used to ogling his large adult-sized cock, but tonight was different.
I was six years old, way too young for any man with good intentions to have
a sex talk with, so I can only suspect that he had picked up on my interest
in his cock and was only trying to help things along.  Whatever his
intentions, our "talk" had ended up with me jacking him off, getting a good
feel of his big fat cock as he taught me how to bring it to a full
erection, stroke it for his pleasure, and jack it off to make him cum.
He'd really shown me the works that night, concluding with a monumental
ejaculation that squirted all over his chest and belly.  That night, as his
hands covered my own and that big cock started to throb and squirt all
over, a fire had been lit inside of me.  Instead of being afraid and
ashamed, I felt a rush of excitement and elation.  I knew it had to be a
secret, but that didn't stop me from pursuing this new thrill with him at
any possible moment, playing with his cock whenever he would allow me and
whenever we could get some 'safe' time alone.

Things progressed quickly with us after that.  In no time at all, he had
taught me about sucking cock, something I'd instinctively wanted to do, but
was unsure of just the same.  He crystallized all my longings the night he
brought my small erection between his thick lips and swirling tongue and,
in about two minutes, had given me my very first orgasm.  Although that
would be the only time he'd ever do that for me, I understood that it was
something I was expected to do for him, and the moment I'd opened wide
enough to accommodate that huge, smooth dick, I was a full-fledged cock
sucker.  The biggest thrills of my seventh and eighth years came when I was
between his legs, making his dick feel good with my mouth and learning to
tolerate his ejaculations in my mouth.  I was so eager for it that I
quickly learned how to swallow his cock all the way to the root, and also
swallowing everything he squirted down there.

And yet that still wasn't enough.  At eight years old, much more sexually
aware than I ever was, I had been the one to suggest that we cross that
final barrier, and over a period of a few months, we accomplished what both
of us had been after: I learned to get fucked by a man.  It was something I
loved as much as he did, and we did it at any possible time.  After a few
messy mistakes, I learned how to clean myself before our fuck sessions, and
even learned how to lube my ass in preparation for his cock, but it was
becoming a real chore.  The big problem was, my mother was usually always
around, or on the verge of returning from someplace, which didn't make it
easy to do any of it.

The solution was the business trip.  I was beyond excited at the idea of
staying with my stepfather all alone in a hotel room, where we could sleep
naked together and fuck every night if we wanted to.  It was to be two
weeks, and to me that seemed like an eternity.  Dave made sure to stash the
little bottle I used to clean myself out with in his bag, and after we
checked into our hotel room, he went out by himself and picked up a bottle
of KY at a nearby convenience store.  The minute we were settled in our
room, we wound up undressing and having sex for what seemed like hours, the
idea of freedom of our two weeks together increasing our pleasure.  I
sucked him to my heart's content, and when I tired of it he mounted me in
the way we'd become accustomed to, slowly entering me from behind while I
laid on my belly on the bed.  When he was securely inside me and the pain
of his entry had passed, he fucked me, building up from a slow thrusting
pace to a rapid pistoning that shook the bed and ending in a furious
all-out assault on my hole.  His orgasm had burst inside of me three
different times before he tired, and I had reached my own small peaks of
pleasure, the length of our fuck session opening me up to feelings I'd
never had before.  I didn't know at that time that a man could give a boy
an orgasm from anal stimulation only, and probably Dave didn't know either,
but it would only be a few days before I found out.

That night we lay there falling asleep, exhausted from the sex we'd had,
and he laid down the law about how I'd spend my days.  I was allowed to
watch TV in the room or visit the hotel pool, as well as the small arcade
they had off the pool area, but that was all.  He left me money for room
service and vending machine snacks, but dinner would be after he got home
each evening.  His days would be spent on the job, and he was to arrive
back around six pm.  If he was to be later than this, he would call at 4
exactly, so I was to be in the hotel room each day at 4.  I was happy with
this arrangement, and also happy that I was finally getting to sleep nude
together with Dave, my hole still tingling from the stimulation I'd
received.  That night, as Dave lay there snoring, I was wide awake,
studying his body in the light that came in through the curtains from the
parking lot lights outside.  His cock had deflated to its flaccid state,
and I was amazed at how different it was when erect.  I studied the dark
hair around his groin, his chubby belly and wide chest, his very large
arms.  He was a prime example of a thick working-class man, and it was this
kind of man that would get my attention for the rest of my life.  At that
moment in time, I was simply happy that I had two weeks alone with him to
explore sex.

You can imagine how disappointed I was the next day when Dave came home and
had no interest in sex at all.  I had spent the whole day swimming at the
hotel pool, watching TV and playing video games in the arcade, but all day
I'd been thinking about sex.  I'd tugged my own little cock into orgasm a
couple of times, but it hadn't done much to dull my interest.  By the time
Dave came home, I was raring to go, my ass cleaned out and lubed up and
everything.  But Dave didn't want any of it.  When he stripped out of his
dirty work clothes and exposed himself to me, his penis hung soft but full
between his legs, making me swell with boyish lust inside.  Dave ignored it
and took his shower, then dressed when he got out and announced we were
going to dinner.  When I seemed disappointed, he explained that men
couldn't have sex every day, he needed time to 'recharge', especially after
he'd fucked me and cum so many times yesterday.  Of course I could not
relate to this at all, and since then I've learned that Dave seems to have
been unique in that particular regard.

Lucky for me, it was going to be an exciting two weeks, anyway.
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It was summer, so the hotel had an active business, even though the town
where we were staying was not exactly a tourist destination.  There were a
few families with children, and I made friends in the way that kids will
often do.  I was still only eight years old, so I was still a rambunctious
kid.  The hot sun and the activity of swimming for hours in the pool did
only a little to dampen my energy.  That first day I'd spent at the pool
alone, I had been playing with another little boy named Allen, who was
around my age, and his slightly older sister, Tammy.  They were from
somewhere close to the Southern state where we were staying, because they
too had heavy southern accents.  Their mother was friendly to me and made
me miss my own mother just a little, but it was their father that really
got my attention.  His name was Richard, and my eyes were glued to him from
the minute I saw him walk into the pool area.  Short and stocky, he still
looked like a beast to my small eyes, very thick and covered with dark
hair.  To my delight, Richard wore a Speedo bathing suit under his towel,
and it didn't leave much to the imagination.  The bulge I saw there must
have made him proud, and it made me horny as hell.  I'd be a liar if I said
that when I befriended the kids Allen and Tammy, I didn't have intentions
of talking to their dad, but Richard's Speedo cinched the deal.  You see,
my mom had given me a Speedo bathing suit, too.  I hated it.  It made me
feel like I was walking around in my underwear in public, which would have
been fine if the world was only full of the hot daddies I liked to look at,
but it was also full of girls, and I didn't like the idea of girls seeing
me in my underwear.  Of course I didn't tell all of that to my mother, I
just told her it made me embarrassed to wear it.  I'd packed it anyway,
just to have another bathing suit to wear if I wanted to.  Richard was
making me have second thoughts about Speedos.  Looking back, he is probably
the classic example of someone wearing a Speedo who should not be.  Richard
had a very round, hairy belly, and was not toned at all.  This was fine
with me, as you probably know, and I only wished that more men who looked
like Richard would put their bodies on display for me in the same way.

Richard and his wife let me snack with their own kids, and asked me where
my parents were.  I explained to them I was on a business trip with my
step-dad, and while he was at work I would play in the pool or watch TV.
They seemed a little surprised by that, but at the time I didn't think it
was an unusual arrangement.  In the pool with Allen and Tammy, I think I
confused them by asking them a lot of questions about their dad.  What he
did for a living, how old he was, and stuff like that.  Allen told me that
their dad was a car salesman, and he had just turned 40.  Both Allen and
Tammy looked at me funny, though, when I asked if he always wore his Speedo
in public.

I was sad when Allen and his family had to go back to their room to get
ready for dinner.  I, of course, could not join them, and I didn't want
Allen and Tammy to leave.  I was mostly upset because I couldn't look at
Richard anymore, and I feared that the next time I saw him, he would not be
in such a skimpy outfit.  When Dave came home that first day and was not
interested in sex, it had been doubly sad for me because Richard had gotten
me so worked up.  That night as Dave lay there snoring, his beautiful cock
within my reach but unofficially off-limits, I began to think of ways that
I could have schemed to get Richard alone in our hotel room.  It seemed to
be the only way for me to get what I wanted from him, but I couldn't think
of a single idea.  Richard was with his family.  How would it look if I
asked just him back to our room?  It was impossible.  Interestingly enough,
it wasn't of particular concern to me that Richard might not be interested
in anything sexual with me.  As far as I knew, all men could be interested
in sex with boys, it was just a matter of timing.

The next morning, Allen and his family were at the pool again, and this
time Richard was in a pair of regular-cut trunks.  I was crushed.  I could
still look at his hairy bare chest, and his large round tummy, but that
mesmerizing bulge was lost in those trunks.  I tried not to look
disappointed, because this vacation was full of disappointments for me so
far!

Allen and Tammy told me they were going to a nearby attraction later; it
was one of those zoos where the animals run free and you drive through in
your car.  They immediately asked Richard and his wife if I could come, and
I was pleased when they said I could.  I had to decline, though, and said
"I don't think I should.  My dad said I'm not supposed to leave the hotel
at all while he's not here, and I can't really call him at work and ask
him.  He would be mad if I went."  Richard and Cathy decided that I was
right, and it was sad faces all around for us kids.  Truthfully I was not
disappointed about not going to the zoo; I was disappointed about not
getting to spend more time around Richard.

They left shortly after that to go have lunch and get ready to go, and I
went back to frolicking in the pool.  After wearing myself out swimming, I
went over to one of the lounge chairs and lay down to rest.  I don't know
how long I lay there, but I had started to drift off to sleep.  I was lying
on my stomach on the chaise lounge, feeling the hot sun on my back, when I
gently opened my eyes in time to see something that made me almost sit bolt
upright.  Richard walked into the pool area, alone, in nothing but his
Speedo.  I waved to him and he walked right over and sat down on the lounge
next to me.  "Howdy, Bryan," he drawled.

"Where are Allen and Tammy?" I immediately asked.

"Cathy took em to that zoo like they said."

"But why didn't you go with them?"

"Well, I fell asleep and told Cathy I'd like to stick around and take a nap
instead of go over to that zoo.  She went on with the kids anyway.  I
reckoned I'd come down to the pool after I woke up."

I was thrilled.  Here was my chance!  On some level, I knew something
didn't add up.  There wasn't enough time for Richard to have taken a real
nap.  He must have sent them on by themselves.  And here he was in his
Speedo.

Richard reclined back on the lounge and spread his legs apart a little, his
arms on the armrests.  "You like my bathing suit, Bryan?  Allen and Tammy
said you did."

I nodded.  He knew.  I was suddenly embarrassed that I'd said anything.
Richard smiled and said "S'ok.  I'm glad somebody likes it," and with that
he smiled.

"Doesn't Cathy?" I asked.

Richard laughed.  "She says I shouldn't be wearing it no more, I'm not in
shape like I used to be."  We were silent for a few minutes then, me
looking at him and him, squinting in the sun, but looking back at me just
the same.

"My mom gave me one to wear but I'm a little embarrassed to," I confessed.

"Well you shouldn't be 'shamed, Bryan.  I'm sure you look real good in it."
His drawl was so thick.

It was now or never, and I was breathing really hard.  Maybe my voice even
trembled a little as I said "Maybe I could try it on for you, and you could
tell me how it looks."

Richard smiled at me.  "Okay."

I stood up to go and for some reason, I almost blew it.  I knew I should
invite him back, but instead I stammered "I-I-I'll be right back then."

Richard jumped right in. "How 'bout if I just go with ya?"

Moments later I opened the door onto air conditioned bliss, and we stepped
from the bright sunlight into the dim hotel room.  The cool air felt good
on my skin.  Richard was right behind me, and casually laid his towel on
the chair near the door of our room.  I had become almost giddy with
excitement, and had lost a lot of my inhibitions.  Making sure Richard was
facing me, I turned around and slid my trunks off right in front of him,
tossing them on the bed.  Richard was frozen to the spot, breathing hard.
I went to the drawer and brought out the green Speedos that mom had given
me.  I faced Richard as I fumbled with them, allowing him to see my
erection.

"Those look real nice, why don't you put em on," he said nervously, and I
thought it was funny because I was already doing that.  I slipped them on
right in front of him and fastened them with the little drawstring.  I
couldn't take my eyes off Richard though, particularly the bulge in his own
Speedos, which was suddenly much larger.  He looked so large to me standing
there in our room, checking me out in my Speedos.  He whistled low as I
modeled them for him.  "Now that's real fine.  Mighty fine, boy.  You
should be wearin' those more often." he said, taking a step toward me.  I
turned away from him and looked back over my shoulder at him, running my
hands over my ass.  I was smiling because it seemed very silly to me, but
Richard wasn't smiling at all.  He looked frozen to the spot.

I turned back around and without a word, slipped the Speedos off again and
stood in front of him, nude.  He didn't move.  I slowly closed the distance
between us, mesmerized by the huge tent in his suit.  The fabric had
actually lifted away from him body so that I could clearly see the leg
openings.  The outline of his penis was obvious.  I looked up to catch him
gazing right into my eyes, and I smiled a conspiratorial smile before
returning my gaze to his cock.  As if in a trance, I reached up with both
hands and slipped the tips of my index fingers under the top of his suit.
Richard's hands suddenly came up from his sides to cover my own, and for a
moment I looked up at him, worried that I'd gone too far.  Instead, Richard
took a deep breath, and his fingers hooked inside the trunks too, and
together we pulled them down to uncover him.  His cock swung out from the
side then to point straight at me, and I gasped.  It was totally different
than Dave's.  Richard's dick was shaped like a fat bottle; the barrel was
wider than Dave's, so wide that when I reached up to gently hold it, I was
delighted by how it filled the palms of my hands.  The wide shaft gave way
to a much smaller head, which gave it the bottle shape.  A tense hiss
escaped Richard as I held his cock.  I gently tugged it up and down with
both hands for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of it.  The skin on it was
tight, like Dave's, but it moved a little more freely for some reason.  I
studied how his whole ballsac seemed to surge as I stroked his cock, and
Richard immediately started leaking precum.  When I leaned over and licked
it off of the tip of his cock, Richard groaned loudly, and I was shocked at
how loud he was.  My heart raced as I felt his hands on my shoulders, and I
leaned over to take the head of his prick into my mouth.  My years of
practice with Dave's big cock came in handy, for Richard was even thicker.
I engulfed him and he broke his silence immediately.

"Ohhhh, fuck baby...sweet baby...." he moaned.

I was thrilled.  Dave rarely used language like that while we were having
sex.  I almost giggled when he called me "baby" like that, but the thrill
of sucking his cock overrode that impulse.  Richard was, in a very real
sense, my first conquest.  Dave was different, he had made the first move.
However, I'd lusted after Richard from afar, moved in at the right time,
and with a little mutual interest, here he was, naked in my hotel room,
allowing me to suck on his big man-cock.

I pulled off of it and watched it throb in the air for a few seconds, then
eagerly slipped Richard's Speedo all the way off of him.  He stepped out of
it willingly, and when I stood back up again, I looked up at him.  "You
sure your daddy ain't gonna come home any minute?"

I nodded.  "He doesn't even call from work until 4 o'clock, and then he
doesn't get home from work until six."  It was, at the time, about 12:30
pm.  Richard smiled then.  I turned to the side and leaped onto the bed
then, bouncing a few times in joy.  Richard leaned over and crawled up
until he was laying over top of me.  He pushed his cock against my body
then, right against my own little dick, and I delighted in the feeling of
his hairy body against mine.  I wriggled out from under him and urged him
to roll onto his back, which he did.  I knelt on the bed, just looking at
him for a minute, finally naked for my eyes to enjoy, that fat cock poking
right up in the air.  I collapsed over top of him then, my face in his
groin, and sucked onto his cock.

His dick still in my mouth, I positioned myself between his legs and tore
into him with my best work, sucking and slurping on him as he groaned in
pleasure.  I gently stroked his balls as I gulped him down, and when I got
almost all the way down on him, he let loose with his dirty talk again.

"Ahhhh, yeah, baby...suck all that dick...ahh fuck you sure can suck a good
dick, cain't ya?  Fuuuck, baby...."

It wasn't long before he was ready to pop, and I knew it, so I backed off.
He urged me to keep going, but instead I squeezed his balls gently,
watching his shiny cock sway in the cool air.

When I reached up into the nightstand drawer to retrieve the tube of KY
that my dad had left there, Richard grew silent.  He gasped when he felt me
lubing him up with the cold jelly all over his hot cock, and as I straddled
his hips he looked at me with a wide-eyed expression that articulated his
surprise.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck baby you wanna FUCK, dontcha?" he sighed.

His entry was painful.  I had considered the width of his cock, but I
didn't know how much it would hurt going in.  Richard kept muttering "Easy,
baby, easy...maybe we shouldn't...."  But I was determined.  I wanted
fucked, and this horny bronc was gonna give it to me.  Finally I was able
to slide past his glans, and as my tight ass engulfed his fat shaft,
Richard groaned so loud I was sure someone would hear.  I had tears in my
eyes from the stress of having him inside of me, but I also noticed
something else; I was actually sitting on Richard's groin.  He was all the
way in me, something that Dave hadn't been able to accomplish.  Richard's
hips gyrated a little, and he seemed to be in his own little world, but
when I started to move he came to life again.  Slowly I raised myself up
and down on him, and Richard's stream of filth started again.

"Fuckin daddy, yeah you're givin daddy a good fuck, baby, tight fuckin
cunt...tight little hole...stroking daddy's crank shaft....ohhh sweet jesus
that's good...."

Richard's hands closed around my waist and he pulled me further down onto
his cock, and a familiar fire began to build inside of me.  I moaned in
pleasure and Richard responded to it immediately, "Yeah, baby likes
that...feel good, honey?"

"Mmmm..." I responded, nodding.  I was getting tired of being on top,
though.  Richard was too wide for me to truly get my legs around, and the
balancing act was getting to be too much.  I raised up off of him and again
his slick cock strained in the air.  Richard instinctively moved with me as
I knelt on the bed doggy-style for him, and soon he was behind me, fumbling
with his penis until I felt it poking into my hole.  He entered me with an
urgency that would have been painful if I hadn't been so experienced.  He
pressed into me deep, so deep that I could feel his pubic hair against my
ass cheeks and his big balls brushing against my thigh.  I drew in my
breath as he pulled back, and let it out in a loud cry as he drove back
into me again.

"Aw shit, kid, look at that big fat cock going in your hot little ass..."

Richard had to change positions a few times, adjusting himself to
accommodate the difference in size between our bodies.  Finally he pushed
me forward so that I was lying flat on the bed and entered me again that
way, leaning down into me and holding his upper body up with his arms.
Satisfied that we were both comfortable, he fucked me like that for a long
time, talking dirty to me while I enjoyed the feeling of that cock going in
and out of me.  Richard was different than Dave, something was really
happening to me.  My little penis was unreachable under my body as Richard
fucked my ass, but sometimes it felt as if his cock was stroking mine
anyway, and my excitement would mount.  Then Richard would slow down a
little and I would go with him, my own peak fading away until he brought it
back with a series of deep, steady thrusts.  Richard was calling me his
little cunt and watching the way his cock went into my ass when suddenly my
ass tightened up real strong.  I cried out at the feeling, and Richard grew
more urgent with his pumping.

"Yeah, you're feelin it now, kid, ain'tcha?  Daddy's done good, ain't he?
Awww shit, baby, daddy's fixin' to cum."

So was I.  I could feel it building just like when I jerked off, or that
time Dave sucked my cock.  Richard leaned in closer to me and I could feel
his chest on my shoulders.  I was crying out the way I did sometimes as my
orgasm got closer and closer, and it excited Richard.

"Daddy's gonna go for it, baby, daddy's gonna put the hammer down and shoot
his fuckin load, AWWWW, SWEET JESUS..."  His words lost their meaning and
became a series of wild hollering and he began humping into me really fast
and deep.  That was the feeling my body had been waiting for, apparently,
because I could feel my hole spasming, and I cried out as Richard made me
have an orgasm.  Richard himself rammed his cock as deep in me as it would
go and held it there, and suddenly I felt all that wet heat inside and I
knew he was cumming, too.  Together we climaxed, and Richard's weight on me
was crushing.  I felt like I could hardly breathe.  Fortunately, Richard
eased back a little to get a good look at his cock in my ass again, and I
felt him withdraw and rub it all over my butt cheeks.

"Awww, sweet baby, awww sweet kid, juicy load all up in you, all over your
little ass..."

I caught my breath and came down from my orgasm quickly.  Richard collapsed
next to me on the bed, behind me.  I couldn't look at him, so rolled over
onto my side.  He wouldn't turn and look at me, and I sensed his immediate
fear and shame over what had happened.

Richard jumped up and went into the bathroom, and I heard him cleaning
himself up with some paper towels.  I followed him in and wiped his cum
from my ass with a bath towel.  I was delighted when Richard stood over the
toilet and peed right in front of me.  His penis looked red and sore from
the fucking we'd done, and he stroked it in a gentle way as he finished
peeing and flushed.

Back out in the room, Richard quickly hunted his Speedos and put them on in
a hurry.  I watched him in the act of dressing himself again, and it made
me hungry for him all over again.  I was tired, but also still horny.
Instead I walked over to Richard and he gave me a brief hug.  Then he
crouched down on his haunches and looked me right in the eyes.  "You cain't
tell nobody about this, OK?"  I shook my head no.

He stood up and made for the door, but I stopped him.  "Are you and Allen
and everybody...how long are you gonna be here?"  He saw what I was getting
at and squelched it right away.

"I cain't come up here anymore.  Cathy would get suspicious about me
wanting to stay behind in the hotel all the time, and besides we're gonna
be leaving here tomorrow anyway."  I made a frowny face and stuck out my
bottom lip a little, and that made Richard laugh.  I smiled, too.

"Bryan..." he said, and then stopped himself.  He seemed to consider his
words, then started again.  "I ain't never done anything like this before.
I mean, I fucked in the butt before sure, and I even done it with a man a
few times, but...but never with a...a little boy."

"Was I good?" I asked him.

Richard let out a low whistle then as he looked at me, still naked.  He
bent down again and held me close to him, nuzzling his face against my
neck.  "Hell yeah it was good, honey.  Where'd you learn to fuck like that
anyway, your daddy been givin' it to you?"  I didn't say anything, and just
shrugged instead.  Dave always told me not to say anything about it to
anybody.  "Well you're real good at it, baby.  I knew you wanted it from
the way you looked at me.  Then when the kids told me you been askin about
my Speedo, I knew for sure.  Was a crazy idea for sure, but I figured I
might try & see how far I could get.  I never expected..."  He stopped then
and gasped low, his hand running over my bottom.  His voice dropped down
low again.  "Ohh, so fuckin sweet baby, never expected you'd be able to
take my big cock in your little ass..."

I reached down and smiled to myself when I realized he was hard again.  I
turned away from him and knelt next to the bed, pushing my butt backwards
at him, and Richard sidled up to me from behind, kneeling, pulling down the
front of his Speedos again, rubbing his erect cock all over my ass again,
gauging it for size, muttering to himself about how it's impossible,
shouldn't fit.  I reached back and grasped his penis myself, aiming it for
my hole, spitting in my own hand for lube.  Richard did the same, and soon
he had entered me again.

"Shit, baby, it's so small...look at how big it makes my cock look...oh
sweet...oh jesus...oh honey please let me do it again, I might never get
the chance to...."

That time was for him.  My own pleasure had significantly diminished, and
Richard fucked me hurriedly, watching himself do it the whole time, using
about half of his organ, presumably so he could watch the other half split
my butt cheeks wide apart.  Finally he plunged in deep and humped me
rapidly until I felt him freeze and he grunted, cumming in me again.  He
stayed still inside me for a long while, leaning over the bed and taking
deep breaths until he regained his composure.  Then he withdrew quickly
from me and stuffed himself back into his Speedo, which had been around his
thighs the whole time.  As he stood up, I noticed how red his knees were
from the hotel carpet.

When Richard left I watched him from the window.  He went down to the pool
immediately and plunged in, swimming back and forth a few times and then
getting out and making a beeline straight for their hotel room.  I laid
down on the bed for a nap, enjoying the feel of his cum inside me, and even
more, enjoying the fact that Richard had taught me something new: how to
let a man's cock bring me to orgasm.  I couldn't wait to try it out with
Dave.