Date: Mon, 30 May 2016 15:03:55 -0600
From: CO Bran <cobran1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Anon Hotel Fun - Part 1

Anon Hotel Fun - Part 1
By CO Bran
5/30/2016
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Disclaimer: The events that took place in this story are true, however,
names have been changed to protect identity. Always follow local law and
*never* break the rules ;).

Hey there! It took a while, but I am finally able to write my second story
(and third, as this is a two-parter) - thanks for all of the feedback on my
first one! At the time of this being published, I am a 27 year old gay male
living in Denver. I'm a fairly inconspicuous guy; laidback, though tall,
dark haired, and hairy with a thick cock. I've lived in different parts of
the country, and have had my fair share of sexual adventures. Most (if not
all) of my stories will be those of hot encounters that I've had.

I've also written another story; feel free to check it out, too!

-Fitting Room Fun (www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/fitting-room-fun)

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It was going to be a fun night for me - I was sitting at a popular bar in
downtown Denver on a Saturday night, waiting for a concert to begin right
down the street. I was alone, downtown, and horny as hell. As with most
nights like this, I knew that I wanted to end the night on a high note.
What I didn't expect was how my night would begin.

After finishing up a couple of beers at the bar, I decided to wander
towards where the concert was. I still had about 40 minutes until I needed
to be back, so I decided to pop on Grindr to see who was around. I had
changed my profile to say that I was looking for hosting bottoms in the
area. While I lit up and worked my way through a smoke, a guy messaged me
from about a block away. His profile showed him as being 39 years old,
white, toned body, 5'11", 165lbs, and smooth. He was here for business from
Los Angeles, and was staying in one of the big hotels downtown. Following
typical Grindr protocol, his first messages to me were pictures of his ass
and hole, accompanied by some pictures of his face and body. He expressed
his interest in an anonymous fuck-and-dump, which is what I had been
craving. Within 5 minutes, I shot back a few of my cock pictures, and was
on my way to the hotel. I had been horny all day, and as soon as I saw his
tight hole, I knew that I wanted to release the pressure before the show.

Upon arriving at the hotel, he sent me his room number - 1751. I wandered
through the lobby of the impressive hotel (I had never been there before),
and my cock twitched in my jeans as I worked my way toward the elevator. It
had been a while since I did something like this, and it always gets my
blood pumping. The thrill of an anonymous hookup, especially at a hotel, is
something that cannot be described. It's not for everybody, but it can be
one of the hottest types of encounters that one can have. That thrill
clouded my thoughts until the elevator stopped, and dinged to indicate that
I had arrived at the 17th floor.

According to the signage on the wall after getting off the elevator, my
destination was at the other end of a very long hallway. While being
cautious of who might walk out of their room, I couldn't help but touch the
half-hard cock pressing against my zipper. My heart was racing as I was
walking down the hallway, my cock getting harder and harder as I got closer
to the room. As we had discussed on Grindr, once I reached his room I gave
two quick, light knocks on the door. After a moment, he gently opened the
door, enough for it to stay just slightly open while he went over to the
bed and got into position. I gave him about 5 seconds before I pushed the
door open and slinked inside, closing the door and locking it behind
me. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. My host was face
down, ass up on the bed, with his ass pointed right towards me. I could see
from the faint amount of light coming into the room that his ass was
already slicked up, too.

"Hey," he added, "like what you see?"

"I sure do." was all I said while I took off my shoes, jeans, and
underwear. As soon as my cock cleared the top band of my boxer briefs, it
smacked up against my stomach. I was rock hard and ready to plow this guy's
hole. I walked over towards the edge of the bed, where he had positioned
himself - his ass was right at the edge of the bed, and he was still face
down, ass up. Once I was in position, I started to rub my right index and
middle fingers against his hole - he was definitely tight. While I was
playing with his hole, he asked if he could suck my cock. I was more than
happy to oblige.

As he turned himself around so that he could swallow my throbbing cock, I
noticed that I had a bit of precum leaking out. I put my hand behind his
head, and guided him towards my cock; I told him to stick out his tongue,
and as soon as he did, I rubbed the head of my leaking cock to it, and he
instinctively lapped it up. He continued down my cock until his lips were
touching my balls and pubes, which took a moan from my chest. He moaned
around my cock as to intensify the feeling for me. I kept my hand behind
his head, and started to fuck his throat; my goal wasn't to make him gag on
my cock, though I easily could have. There was no need for that, though -
his deepthroating skills were perfect, and his tongue and throat felt
amazing as he prepped my cock for opening him up. After a few minutes of
this, and realizing that I had to move relatively quickly to make it to the
show, I decided that I wanted to start on his ass.

"Get up on your knees again. I'm ready to fuck you." I instructed, to which
he quickly complied.

Once he was back up on his knees, with his face and chest on the bed, I
pulled him back to the edge of the bed and positioned the head of my cock
at his waiting hole. Even though he was already lubed, I gathered some spit
in my mouth and let it run down to between the head of my cock and his
hole. Before the spit had a chance to run off, I began pushing into his
tight ass. I could feel his hole stretching open slowly around my cock, and
I knew that he would need a second to adjust - but, not until I planted
myself balls deep inside him. After I felt my balls pressing again his, I
held my cock still while his ass was rapidly twitching around it. He was
moaning already, and I decided that I wanted to see how loud his engine
could roar. While keeping my cock buried inside him balls deep, I made my
cock throb/twitch, which elicited an even louder moan. Upon pulling back
out of him, I noticed that my cock was a little dry. I wanted to slick it
up more before I really went to town on this hot, tight hole.

I pulled out just long enough to grab some lube from the nightstand and
slather up my cock. As I slid a finger inside of him to put just a little
more lube in there, I asked him if he was ready for me to have at it. He
responded by giving a mixed word/moan response, since my finger was rubbing
his prostate, and I knew that I was good to go. I pressed the
football-helmet head of my cock against his hole, took my finger out,
spread his cheeks apart, and slid my cock in until I had nowhere else to
go.

"Fuck yeah, man! Spread that ass apart - fuck!" he moaned and groaned. As
soon as I heard him utter those words, my cock throbbed involuntarily as I
pulled almost all the way out and grunted, myself, as I shoved balls deep
back into him. I continued to fuck him at this semi-rapid pace for a few
minutes, and then decided that his ass felt so amazing, that I wanted to
take a few slow strokes in and out of him. Upon slowing down my pace, I ran
my hands up his back and to his shoulders, while I held my cock inside him
again.

"You are owning my ass man, I love it!" he muttered.

"Yeah? Can you feel my balls smacking your ass, too?" I asked, knowing what
the answer was. I just wanted to hear him say it. Rarely does my super
dominant side come out, but between his moans and him telling me that I was
owning his ass, I was ready to use him like a bitch.

"Yes sir, and your thick cock is opening me up!" he moaned. At that, I took
a more firm grip on his shoulders as I pulled back out of his ass, and
slammed back in to him. I was absolutely loving his hole, and knowing that
I was going to breed him made it even hotter.

I could feel the cum start rising up my shaft as I continued to pound his
hole into oblivion. He was moaning like a bitch, and for a second I thought
about what the neighbors in the next room would think if they heard him. I
concluded that it wasn't my problem - I didn't have to stay there for the
night. I started pumping his ass faster and harder, moving my hands from
his shoulders to his hips, spreading his ass apart the best that I
could. With the way I was fucking him, the head of my cock kept barely
coming out of his ass, and sliding right back in, which was driving me to
the edge.

"Are you ready for my load?" I asked, as the cum rushed up my shaft.

"Yes! Please, please breed me. Give me your seed!" he pleaded.

Only being able to utter grunts at that point, I took one final pull out of
his ass, shoved back in, and held my cock balls deep. After a second of
calm, my cock began to twitch violently, spewing rope after rope of my hot,
thick cum, straight from my balls and into his ass. He moaned and clenched
his ass, as to milk every last drop out that he could. When I felt my
orgasm start to subside, I started fucking his hole again, so that I could
spread my seed around in his ass.

I looked over at the clock and noticed that I now had 15 minutes until I
had to be at the show that I had come downtown for. Not out of want, but
necessity, I pulled my cock out of his ass, confirmed by a "pop" as the
inflated head of my cock exited his now-gaping hole.

Looking down at my cum dripping out of his hole, I said, "I can already
tell you that I want to come by after this concert. I want to use that ass
again before I head home."

He turned around and looked at his ass in the mirror, which I had only then
noticed that he had angled so that he could watch himself getting
fucked. "Man, you opened me up good! I want you to come by afterwards and
do that again for sure." he said, half panting.

I started to get dressed, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I walked
towards the door. He gave me his phone number, and I shot him a text with
my name as I walked out of his room, telling him that I'd be back after the
concert. He wrote back to me just as I reached the elevator - his name was
Kyle.

Just as I reached the elevator, I pondered my return later. Thinking
ambitiously, I asked him if he would be open to having another guy join in
on the fun. As I exited the lobby downstairs, I received his reply.

"Oh yes, that would be fun. Bring as many as you'd like - that's what my
ass is for."

The thought in my head was the same as my reply: "You're damn right it is;
I'll be back later, with some company."

And with that, I started my short walk to the show. My balls were empty,
but were quickly recharging. Now it was time to contemplate who was going
to return with me, in just a couple hours' time.

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I hope you enjoyed this story - part 2 will be published shortly. Are you
in Denver? Want to help me write a story? I also appreciate any feedback,
good or bad. And remember - places like Nifty run off of donations from
readers like you; if you can, throw them a buck or two ;). Thanks for
reading!