Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 10:25:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alvaro Lopez <lopezbos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Layover

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual
acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is
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When I opened the door to the motel room it smelled of mold and disuse. I
made a beeline for the AC, hoping the familiar smell would filter out the
mustiness of the tired room. My companion, Jerry, flung his backpack onto
the bed nearest the bathroom and sighed. I pushed the buttons and the
unit came to life, offering the hope at least that the night would get
better.

We'd been trapped at the airport for hours. Jerry longer than I, since
his plane had been cancelled first. We'd started up a conversation out
of sheer boredom and stuck together through the cattle-herding process as
they tried to get an increasing number of people on available flights
out. Jerry was headed for Newark, I was heading for Rhode Island, and
both airports were socked in. Around eleven, it became evident that no
flights would be heading into those airports overnight, so the airline
graciously offered to pay for a room for the night. Unfortunately, due to
their short staff, we had to find our own lodging. I found a room in a
motel by the airport, and Jerry suggested we share the room and split the
voucher for dinner and drinks.

We looked at each other across the room and burst out laughing. After a
full day sitting at the terminal, this was an appropriate coda.

"Dinner?" I asked.

"Dinner" he said, shaking his head. He was only a year or two younger
than my 36 years, but had a boyish face and body. He'd been down to
Florida for a quick vacation between jobs as a career consultant, and had
a decidedly surfer-boy look about him. I couldn't imagine him in a suit
and tie telling other people what jobs to take, but at closer inspection
of his very studied casual appearance, he was clearly successful at it. I
guessed him to be about six three, only because I'd seem him stretch to
his full height at the airport; his usual posture was a terrible slouch
that made him look like a slacker. He had light brown eyes, almost hazel,
which gave him the look of being someone easy to talk to and smart as a
whip. His brown hair had been lightened and streaked by the Florida sun
to enhance his beach boy good looks.

We'd spent the day talking about business and life, casually shifting
the topic of conversation from one theme to the other. I could see where
his success came from, he was amazingly good at getting to the heart of
things without appearing to try. More than once during the day I'd
wished he'd come to work for me; it was a rare thing to find someone so
quietly self-confident. Despite delay after delay, he never appeared
angry, only slightly irritated. He'd pick up his cell and call his
girlfriend back in Jersey to let her know the latest delay. I imagined
his girlfriend to be a hot, sleek law-student-bunny type, as pretty as he
was handsome; a woman worthy of the kid's good looks and manner. I tried
not to look taken aback when he showed me a picture of her. She was all
big-hair and spandex.

A cab dropped us at a little restaurant that the cabbie recommended.
Wholesome American food, nothing fancy or pretentious. We ordered to the
limits of our appetite, since our budget was substantially enriched by
sharing the room. By the time desert rolled around (the best apple pie
I've ever had) we were both overfull.

Back at the motel, the AC had taken the smell out of the air, but the
room was as warm as it had been when we first arrived. I fiddled with the
controls, but it was pretty evident that the unit had seen it's peak
long ago. When I turned around, Jerry had stripped to his boxers and was
rummaging through his backpack.

"Shit" he said, "I don't have a change of clothes in here."

I chuckled, "Ah, the inexperienced flier."

He shot me a sarcastic look, "Very funny. I usually pack a change of
clothes on my carry-on, Mr. Perfect, but I forgot underwear." He gave me
a wicked smile and headed for the bathroom. I had to consciously keep my
eyes level and not leer at his now almost-naked body. "Call me fussy"
he said over his shoulder, "but gotta have clean skivvies." He peeled
off his boxers and set to wash them in the tiny sink. My eyes drifted
down his back, and locked onto tight, white globes staring at me from
across the room. They were absolutely perfect, muscled, smooth and
moonbeam white, in sharp contrast to the tanned torso and legs above and
below. He turned to hang the boxers on the clothesline in the shower and
I saw the nicely curved manhood. He was cut and beefy, but not abnormally
so, it suited his athletic body well. Of course it did, I thought, this
kid's just about perfect from head to toe, with a personality to match.

He shut the door to use the toilet, and I stripped down to my own boxers.
I had a spare set for tomorrow, but nothing to sleep in since I didn't
usually share a room with anyone. Out of deference, I'd keep the boxers
on tonight. He emerged from the bathroom unabashedly nude. His bearing
spoke of absolute comfort with his body, but that slacker slouch
diminished his beauty. He pulled the covers back and slid into the bed,
pulling the sheet back over himself. I went into the bathroom, partly to
empty my bladder and partly to hide my growing woody.

When I emerged, I'd gotten a bit more control of myself. Jerry had
turned on the TV and was casually surfing through the channels. I peeled
back my own covers, but I couldn't bear the sheet over me, it was just
too damned hot. Jerry may have the lean long body, but mine was much
furrier and bulkier. Years of working out had avoided the usual mid-drift
bulge, but at 220 pounds, I wasn't going to be mistaken for a surfer boy
anytime soon. I was a polar bear when it came to temperature, the colder
the better. I stretched out on top of the sheets and doubled up on the
pillows. The combination of warm air, noise, and a full stomach made me
drowsy very quickly. At some point, I dozed off, feeling that weightless
feeling overtake me. I wasn't fully asleep yet, but I lost my sense of
place and time. I could feel a raging hardon, and did what I always did,
to run my hand down the shaft. As I felt the pleasant feeling of my cock
against my hand, I rolled over and somewhere in the back of my mind a
alarm went off: I wasn't alone.

My eyes snapped open. Fortunately I'd rolled away from Jerry, but the TV
was on, the dim flicker illuminating the room. My boner was unleashed
through the fly of my boxers, and there was no doubt that if Jerry was
awake, he'd seen it in it's full glory, and my happy handshake. I lay
on my side, facing away from him, hoping he'd dozed off too.

The TV went quiet for a moment as a commercial ended and I heard the
unmistakable sound of meat being stroked. The soft, wet, slup-slup of
pleasure now invaded my senses, even when the TV's sound returned to an
insipid science program. Jerry was jacking off that beautiful meat just
five feed from me. I listened intently, focused completely on the sound
of his masturbation. The TV clicked off unexpectedly, plunging the room
into total darkness. I rolled over to the other side quickly, hoping his
eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the darkness and he wouldn't see my
own eyes open.

In the dim light of the bathroom switch nightlight, I saw the outline of
his body, stretched out taunt on the bed, the sheets pushed down to
mid-thigh. His legs were slightly opened and he was gently stroking his
cock with his left hand, while to my utmost surprise, his right hand
seemed to be massaging his hole. My cock hadn't come down from the
erection that awoke me, and with my little nap done, I was wide awake,
enjoying the show. I reached down casually, placing only my fingertips on
my throbbing cock, gently and silently massaging it.

Jerry squirmed at his own attentions, his breathing coming in little
bursts. I could tell by the way he was arching his back he was close. I
tightened my own grip and matched his strokes. The kid was amazing to
watch in silhouette. The light from the hall seeped in under the door,
and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, his outline became clearer. I
could see the taunt ripples of his belly as he arched gently upwards, and
that almost luminescent glow of his ass. His graceful, muscular torso
rose off the bed as his cock erupted. A little gasp escaped his mouth as
he drew in air he'd been holding. A few more strokes emptied that
magnificent tool completely. I couldn't see the results of his little
diversion, but from the way his hands moved, it had been a decent
emission.

He lay still, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hands flat on his
taunt stomach. I stopped stroking, aware of the fact that his attention
could now swing over to me at any moment. The air conditioner fan blasted
away in the corner, covering the soft rustling of my hand as I
repositioned it on my thigh and away from my now hidden cock. He rose out
of bed in a fluid motion, like a wave breaking silently into the air. He
stepped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. I saw the light go
on, a brilliant bar at the bottom of the door. The noise of the bathroom
fan covered any movement now, so I quickly jumped up and slid under the
sheet, despite the heat. I didn't want my fuck stick making another
unauthorized escape. He'd probably been fantasizing about the big-hair
broad, I didn't need him freaking out and keeping me up all night. I
flipped over to my right, leaving my back to the bathroom door and
Jerry's bed, then casually tossed my arm over my hip, trying to look as
asleep as possible.

The light went off and the bathroom door opened quietly. I waited to hear
the rustle of the sheets, but it was hard to hear something so soft over
the drone of the air conditioner. Oh well, at least he'd given me jack
off material for a week, I sighed.  I closed my eyes to visualize that
last wonderful moment when his body gave up it's energy, letting my cock
throb in almost painful need of release. I was hoping to have one hell of
a wet dream tonight.

"Your turn"

My eyes snapped open. Did I drift off to sleep? Did I just imagine his
voice? A second later I felt the sheet being pulled gently off my body,
and the unmistakable shift in the bed as Jerry slid under the sheets.
Before I could think of my next action, I felt his arm reaching over my
body and his hot hand slowly searching for my groin. At this point, there
were several things I could do: I could leap out of bed, play the
offended straight guy and act all freaked out, I could pretend to be
asleep, or I could moan happily and let him find my all-to-eager cock. I
didn't really consider the first two seriously for more than a
millisecond, and as his hand found my shaft, the moan I uttered was
genuine.

"I know you were watching" he said, whispering in my ear, "It made it
incredible man." He slipped the boxers off me quickly, kicking them off
the bed with ease. I had to protest, at least on principle.

"Pretty hard not to watch" I said, my voice unexpectedly husky. The
feeling of his hand gently stroking my cock and his body pressing against
my back was making my head spin into that unreality where anything's
possible, even a hot surfer-boy groping my engorged manhood like it was
his own. I didn't dare move, lest this be just an erotic dream. I
squirmed at his touch, enjoying the sensation of his heat, his scent, and
his eager attack on my shaft. I felt his lips graze my left shoulder,
moving down my immobile left arm, still strategically positioned on my
hip. I wanted to reach back, to touch him, but I feared spooking him
somehow. If he thought I was straight, let him seduce me, let him work
hard to seduce me, it was a win-win situation for me.

As his lips moved past my elbow, hovering just above my abs, his forearm
pushed down on my hip, turning me gently onto my back. I decided to play
the role. "Jerry" I said, again in that husky voice, "I, I don't..."
His mouth moving to the head of my cock stopped my sentence, as I had
anticipated.  He wasn't exactly expert, but he certainly made up for it
with enthusiasm. I'm about seven and a half inches hard, and thick from
top to bottom. His tongue flicked over my cock head, teasing the crown
and eliciting more happy sounds from deep in my chest. He devoured my
cock, forcing a gasp out of me as he unexpectedly deep throated my thick
meat. Not many guys could take the girth, at least not without warming up
first. My right hand inadvertently slid to his head, caressing his hair
and urging him on.

He repositioned himself, moving down the bed and kicking the covers
completely off. His mouth wandered up and down my shaft in erotic,
erratic patterns that left me in gasping. Just when I thought he'd hit a
stride, he'd change it, bringing more sensations to bear. His hand
massaged the shaft, his thumb finding the spot behind my balls that made
me groan and moan. He was clearly enjoying his control over my
experience, chucking as he carefully polished my now leaking head. My
hips moved up and down almost involuntarily, trying to get into his hot
mouth deeper. He adjusted his position again, moving his body between my
legs and parting my knees. I'd had enough of the `straight guy
seduction' routine, I wanted this boy's ass, and I wanted it now.

I twisted around on the bed, my cock in his mouth as the fulcrum. With
one hand I pushed his head down on my cock, with the other I reached for
my goal: His own straining cock. I grabbed it in squeezed it firmly. It
was time he learned that he'd awakened a man who knew what he wanted,
not a confused conquest. I leaned into his crotch and slurped up his wet
cock. He'd cleaned it in the bathroom and tasted of cool water and soap,
mixed with the unmistakable taste of a man aroused. I took control of his
cock, sucking it hard and deep while exploring his balls with my
fingers.  He turned sideways and opened his legs wide, granting me the
access I wanted. I moved my mouth down over his balls, taking each one
into my mouth and warming them up, pulling back until his sac was taunt.
His moans carried down my own shaft, urging me on to more aggressive
desire.

My fingers probed his crack, sliding down past his aching balls and down,
gently enough to tease, firmly enough to let him know who was really
seducing who. He worked my cock furiously, knowing now that it was going
to be inside him soon. His eager mouth now attacked my cock with new
desire, to make it hard, wet, and ready to impale him. His ass twitched
and spasmed at every touch. I let his balls slip slowly out of my mouth
at the end of their tether, and his released my cock long enough to moan
loudly. He threw his head back and lay across my leg spread eagle. His
hand started for his cock, but I stopped it with my own. "No" I said
firmly, and he withdrew it. I had him, and I knew it.

I stopped long enough to reposition him on the bed, I liked an orderly
workspace, and hanging off the edge of a cheap bed was neither
comfortable or conducive for what I had in mind. He quickly situated
himself properly, tucking pillows under his head, pointedly leaving the
other one free. Silly boy, I thought, you've never been drilled by a
real man. In a quick motion I grabbed his legs and thrust them upward. He
got the hint and grabbed the back of his knees, giving me access to his
entry. I paused to handle those perfect glutes, to take their feel in my
hand. Rock hard steel encased in warm velvet, yielding and resisting
under my fingers. My palms enjoyed the heat of his skin as they cupped
and fondled his magnificent ass. My fist encircled his rigid cock, and I
moved my tongue slowly, steadily down his balls, then behind them,
teasing them with the touch of my teeth, danger combined with desire. I
ran my lips over those globes, exhaling softly on their milky face. This
was an ass to conquer, not just use.

His legs were shaking a little, just what I wanted. We had started with
him attempting to introduce me to his talents, and now I was taking him
into uncharted territory. My tongue met his pucker and it contracted
quickly. I released his cock, needing both hands to part those
magnificent globes. My lips gently touched the tender spot, then I pushed
on them, simultaneously sucking in his tight man cunt. This was new to
him, as his legs now convulsed, shaking his whole body.  I wanted to
smile, but I had other things to do. I pointed my tongue into a moist
spear, running it over the little volcano I had created of his ass. When
I felt the twitching subside, I plunged the tip of my tongue into this
boy, and was rewarded not with a gasp, but with a manly cry, starting
from the center of his body and erupting out of his mouth, involuntarily.
It was a cry of surrender. If had had merely been hoping I would breed
him, now it became a necessity for him. With that cry he went from
wanting my cock to needing it, like breath itself.

His ass bucked and moved at my whim. My hands wandered north, finding his
erect nipple and clamping on. A grunt told me all I needed to know about
his tolerance level. I synchronized my tongue fucking with my fingers,
teaching him to take the pain with the pleasure. He was a fast learner,
since his hand flew to his other nipple to inflict the same well
positioned pinch as mine. I let his free leg drop to the bed and
straddled it, deliberately resting my balls on his leg, letting my cock
drip on his calf. I wanted him to feel it, to feel it's weight and heft,
knowing what was in store for his tight ass. In the growing heat of the
room, my balls swung ponderously, grazing his leg at every movement.
Another hint of what was to come.

He didn't speak, but communicated with his body adeptly. His leg moved
to accept my cock, to try and stimulate it, to drive it closer to where
he needed it now. I continued my slow exploration of his ass, introducing
the tip of my finger into the mix and letting his cock flop wildly with
every thrust of his hips. I was learning his topography, the angles of
his body, his movements. When I chose to enter him, it would be a
decisive entry of a man entitled; I did not want to miss.  Each time he
contracted his ass against my finger, I gave him a gentle kiss just under
his sac, a tickle of the tongue. He was learning now, learning how I
wanted him to respond, learning his cue.  There were no words here, there
was no light to aid in his education, only touch and the heat. I wanted
his mind to release the perceptions of light and sound, and focus only on
touch, the climax of all the other senses.

In a fluid motion I brought my hand down his torso. I wished I could see
his face, but I would have to settle for the memory of it now, using his
dark outline against the white sheets as my guide. I ran my hand down his
leg, taking his ankle, while at the same time sliding my body upwards. I
could feel his body tensing, anticipating what was to come. His left leg
was now on my chest, held there by my right hand, pulling him bodily
upwards, off the bed. His left leg lay draped on the bed, feeling my cock
sliding upwards, past his thigh. My left hand slid up to his waist,
helping to raise him up. His body moved at my slightest touch, obeying
his own burning desire. I brought my cock upwards, following the map I
had so carefully laid out, until the wet tip came to rest on the pulsing
center of his attention.

I held it there for one breath, then pushed, leaning back at the same
time and taking his leg with me. I felt the resistance, then the gentle
surrender as I entered him. This was the moment he wanted; what would
follow was the encore. This one moment when my body entered his, this was
sex. His sweet ass immediately tightened as the crown passed into him,
involuntary at first, then the learned squeeze of his desire, but I
didn't push further. I wanted him even more focused. I took his hand
with my left and guided it down, holding him by his wrist. I could almost
feel the question through his skin.  I led him down to my cock and his
ass, the point of absolute connection. He understood, his fingers now
gently touching my shaft and his entry. There in the darkness, I wanted
his senses focused there, on the place where I would take my pleasure,
and he would give it. His fingertips ran down the length of my shaft,
then back to the point of penetration. I was telling him to feel it, not
just with his sphincter, but with his hands, the reality of our
connection. The movement of his fingertips told me he understood. When
his fingers passed to his parted ass lips, I plunged deeper, rewarded
with the arch of his back and a low, animal moan.

I drove to the root in a slow, deliberate, thrust. I felt his ass spasm
as my fat cock filled him. I pulled out an inch or two to reseat my tool,
then back in. Another animal grunt from him told me I'd hit my target. I
eased my pull on his leg, letting his weight push him on me deeper. I
roamed up his body with my hand to find those magnificent erect nipples
that begged for attention. I pulled out just as I found my mark, and
drove back in again, establishing a rocking rhythm that enabled me to
bottom out with each down stroke. Jerry was whimpering now, each stroke a
taste of the next, each deep penetration another electric charge of
sexual energy. I moved his leg and drove into him with changing angles,
hitting that magic spot more often than not, sending him into arching
contractions from his head to his toes. I slowed down, it was time for
him to please me with his body.

I pulled halfway out, and reached down to tickle the space between his
balls and my engorged cock. He got the message and squeezed hard, making
my eyes roll back. I pushed in another inch and teased him again. Another
mighty squeeze. I bottomed out and began to fuck him furiously, hard
pounding thrusts augmented by his now well-timed massages on the in
stroke. I wanted to let go, to take my orgasm, but I wasn't done with
him.

I pulled both his legs up, folded him up, his ass now open and exposed to
my persistent invasion. I drilled into him, feeling his ass responding to
my entry, grinding my hips into him, willing myself deeper. My balls
swung wildly into him, slapping his ass high up. His whimpering was now a
wail, punctuated by the staccato of my thrusts pushing his chest. I felt
my balls getting ready to unload, and I timed my thrusts. At the first
pre-eruption, I pulled out of him quickly and audibly. Two strokes and I
blew onto his balls and the base of his cock. Streams of cum erupted
violently, drenching his groin. He started to lower his legs, but I
grabbed him and pushed back. My still-rigid cock wasn't done with this
boy's ass. I rolled him up again, sliding my cum-dripping cock back into
his hot man-pussy. I drove it to the base, then grabbed his cock and
started stroking him, long slow strokes using my cum as lube for him. He
bucked, seating my cock deeper, riding me, his cock ready to burst.

It only took a few strokes and he tensed up and began to cum. His ass
tightened around my cock and milked every last drop from me.  He made
shrill sounds from his throat with a guttural grunting from deep in his
chest. I felt wave after wave of his orgasm transmitted through my turgid
cock, enjoying the soft massage he was now giving me completely
involuntarily. When he finished, I allowed myself to slide out of him
slowly, letting him control my exit. I lowered his legs and stretched out
on top of him, my mouth finding his. A slow, lingering kiss of thanks.
His hands came up and stroked my chest, drawing circles in my chest hair,
drawing maps of his own. In the stifling heat, my mind drifted off to
sleep.

I awoke to the sensation of cold on my chest; the absence of something
roused my conscious mind awake. A brilliant beam of light stabbed through
the curtains that didn't quite manage to close off the window; it was
morning. The air conditioner droned on, the room a little cooler now than
last night, but a blast furnace would have been cooler. The memory of the
past night brought a smile to my face, the feel of his arms around me, of
mine around him, of our bodies sleeping entwined.  I rolled over to see
his beautiful ass entering the bathroom, and for the first time my
attention drifted from those orbs. The slouch was gone. The man entering
the bathroom walked proudly, his full height finally achieved, his
movement a statement of purpose. A Greek god had replaced the slacker.
The sound of the shower brought a sparkle to my eye, and a stirring
somewhere south...

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