Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007 11:53:05 -0400
From: Bobby Woods <edgeluv33@gmail.com>
Subject: Airport Hotel Surprise

One of my all time favorite sexual memories was from a fateful night stuck
in an airport hotel room with a complete stranger. One bed, no luggage, and
two adventurous men with nothing to do.

It started when I was flying back from the west coast to the east coast on
the night before Christmas Eve. I was 24 at the time. The plane had
mechanical problems and was several hours leaving Seattle, which had all
the Christmas travelers in a fit, to say the least. I cooled my heels with
a good book and people watching, one of my favorite things to do in
airports. We finally took off late in the evening only to be diverted to
Chicago halfway through the flight. Of course, it began snowing when we
touched down and around midnight, the flight was cancelled and the airport
was closed. Because we were stranded and because the flight was in Chicago
because of mechanical problems, the airline was putting all the passengers
up for the night. The bags were stuck in the belly of the plane in a hanger
somewhere so all I had was my book and the clothes on my back.

After a long wait in the airport hotel check-in line, my free night voucher
and complimentary emergency toiletry baggie in hand, I got to the desk and
was told that passengers were requested to double up in order to
accommodate everyone. I was peeved to say the least, but it was nearing
1:00 a.m. and I was beat. I turned around and looked at the man immediately
behind me in line, a 40-ish cub of a man with a short goatee wearing a suit
and carrying a briefcase. I nodded and he joined me at the desk. We agreed
to the arrangement, was issued two keys, and headed off to what I was sure
would be an uncomfortable, sleepless night. He probably snored, I thought.

We exchanged pleasantries, names, home towns and final destinations and
agreed that it was a shitty way to start the holidays. He was married and
returning from a business trip. As we rode the elevator we both lamented at
our lack of luggage and eyed the toothpaste, toothbrush, and unisex
mini-deodorant we were so graciously awarded. We had a laugh together and
headed to the room.

 When we arrived inside we were met with something I had not even
considered-one bed. We exchanged looks of horror and I called the desk
immediately. Nothing. This or the couch in the lobby. We decided to make
the best of it.

I wasn't nervous, because the guy seemed like a decent, family man, but
after he shed his suit jacket and tie, he sat on the end of the bed and
gave me a sheepish look. I was ready for him to tell me that this wasn't
going to work.

"I have a small problem," he said.

"Yeah?" I sat in the only chair in the room and tried to look calm.

"It's embarrassing."

"I'm a pretty cool guy," I said. "I'm sure I'll understand. You snore real
loud, right?"

"Maybe, but, well," he began, "I don't wear underwear and I'm sure as hell
not sleeping in these suit pants I've been in for 20 hours."

I gulped and willed my cock to behave in my pants. I had always been
attracted to older guys, especially hairy ones with small beer bellies. Not
sure why-maybe it was a daddy thing-but they just turned me on. "We're both
guys. I've seen 'em before."

"Cool," he said. "I wasn't sure how you'd be about sleeping next to another
naked man."

"Wouldn't be the first time," I said. I couldn't believe my own ears.

"Oh," he said, turning away.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, man. Let's just deal with the
situation the best we can."

He decided to take a shower and I spent that time turning down the bed and
pulling off all of my clothes except for my boxers and t-shirt. I was rock
hard. Strange man in the bathroom, naked and wet. Coming out to get into
bed with me. I pulled out my cock and stroked it several times. I could
have cum, I was so on edge. I usually masturbated twice a day. I hadn't
shot all day. But I had to put it away. He'd smell the cum. Where would I
shoot? What would he say?

I heard the shower stop and I shoved my throbber back into my boxers and
sat in the chair, pulling the t-shirt down to cover the erection. He opened
the bathroom door and came into the room with a towel around his waist. His
chest was a perfect mat of dark brown hair and large nipples. The belly was
the perfect size. He lay out his suit pants and shirt and tie on the desk
and turned to face me.

"You like to suck cock?"

I was absolutely stunned. A married man! Well, I wasn't shocked a married
man wanted a blowjob from a guy 20 years younger than him, only that THIS
naked man, in my hotel room was bold enough to ask.

"Depends."

He dropped the towel to reveal a semi-hard, meaty cock. It was cut and
thick, growing out of a lush bush of black pubes. It was growing quickly
and he grabbed it to coax it along. When it reached full staff, it was
about 8" and maybe 6" around. "Too bold?" he asked.

"No. I can deal."

He walked forward and pushed his cock into my face. He slapped it across my
cheeks and rubbed the head on my lips. A trail of pre-cum was left
behind. He stepped back a few feet. "You like it?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Can you get naked?"

I did so in a flash. He eyed my raging hardon while I stroked it. "Nice
one. But I don't suck cock."

"I don't care." I got down on my knees and took his dick in my hands. It
was hard but not so hard that it wouldn't bend slightly-I loved it like
that. I took the meaty shaft in my mouth and swallowed as much as I
could. He sighed and pushed forward. I was surprised not to gag.

"Daddy fucking loves that, boy," he said in a throaty voice. "You like
daddy's fucking cock in your mouth?"

I could only grunt.

"Fuck, man. Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet. I love watching my meat
go in and out of you."

I took my mouth off and stroked him some. I looked up into his face. "This
is an awesome cock, man."

"Thanks. Can ya make it last? Edge me?"

"I'd like that."

"Like?! Dontcha fucking love it?"

I didn't answer. I took his dong back into my mouth and worked it together
with my fist. He pulled me backwards and in a few seconds he was lying back
on the bed. He wrapped his hairy thick legs around my neck and pulled my
head closer into his crotch. I loved being between his legs, feeling him
all around me. Loved the dampness of his skin and musty, soapy smell of his
hair. The warmth of his manhood throbbing in my mouth and throat. I could
have stayed there all night.

He pulled out and released me. "Get up here." I crawled onto the bed. "Jack
off for me. Don't cum."

He positioned himself up against the headboard, legs spread, proud of his
body and cock. He stroked his spit slicked cock slowly as he watched me
play with my own leaking dick. He leaned forward and spit on my dick. "Fuck
yeah," I said and used his saliva as extra lube. I moaned and really got
into showing off for this stranger, my accidental roommate, a guy old
enough to be my father, naked and stroking along with me. I loved every
second.

"This is fucking fun," he said. "I'm glad we got diverted."

"Me too," I said. "You look awesome, man."

"Thanks. You too. You got a hot slim body. Why do all the skinny boys have
such fat cocks?" he asked.

"Lucky, I guess."

"Fuck yeah." He got up on his knees. "You want to suck me some more? I was
thinking I could cum and then we could take our time with round two."

"Round two?"

"Of four," he said laughing.

"So no sleep?" I asked as I jacked myself into frenzy.

"Why bother? We have to be out of here at 6. That's in four hours. God,
that's so hot watching you get off looking at me."

"I'll get off better with your cock in my mouth."

He came over and pushed me onto my back. He sat on my chest and I could
feel his ass hair on me. He rubbed his cock on my chin and then pushed his
cock into my mouth. He fucked my face as he moaned and groaned and used my
face like a pussy. He was getting hotter and hotter and faster and faster
and then announced that he was cumming.

He sat back on my chest, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I desperately
wanted the cum, but knew this was safer. He grabbed his root and jacked as
hard as he could, sending a spray of jism all over my face and upper
chest. When he was done, he slapped his cock with the palm of his hand and
then twisted his hairy nipples to top it all off.

"Fuck that felt good, cocksucker."

"Glad you liked it."

He leaned down and started eating the cum off my face. I was surprised but
enjoyed the kinky intimacy of the moment.

To be continued...