Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:30:37 -0500
From: Adam Smith <biguyinwestport@gmail.com>
Subject: NYC Hotel

DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fiction written by an
adult for the purpose of entertaining other adults. If you are not eighteen
years of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this
is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible
for any reason if you choose to disregard this disclaimer. If it is not
legal to read the following fictional story in your country then please
stop now.

If you like this, please contact me at biguyinwestport@gmail.com

I will start by being brutally honest. I am 42 just your average guy. Not a
gym rat, not a ?distinguished? older guy, just your average middle-aged
guy, happily married but with a continuing desire to be intimate with other
guys. My wife is a great lady, and she would give me all the sex I could
handle at home, but the one thing she simply can?t give me is what I find
with another guy, and you guys all know what that is.

Anyway - on to the story.

It is cold in New York City in December, and thankfully life in the office
slows during this time of year, allowing me more time to surf the internet,
reading hot stories like those on nifty.org, and checking out other avenues
for me to quench my thirst for hot guys. Just a few days ago, I happened to
be hitting the net early in the day, and began to look over the ?casual
encounters? section of craigslist. I look this section over once and a
while, checking out the posts and ogling the hot photos some of the guys
attach to their ads. Usually I just look them over, get my fantasy-juices
flowing, and hope for the best when I get home that evening, so I can think
of the ads and those pics while my wife gives her best go at sucking my
cock, but today was different. I opened an ad entitled ?Curious, discrete
for same ? hosting now? and on reading the ad I thought that I might have
found my twin ? the ad read like this:

?42, healthy white guy, just your average Joe. DD free looking to have a
hot first time experience with another guy. No BS. Not into kissing or
anal. Just looking for some hot JO/BJ fun. 100% discrete. Hosing at my
hotel room today.?

I must have read the ad six or seven times until I got up the courage to
respond. I logged onto my anonymous gmail account, and sent a quick reply,
not really knowing what I would say or do if I got one in return. I sent my
stats; WM 42 y/o, 5?07?, 180, ?just your average guy, looking for the
same?. After hitting the send button, I sat back, tried to relax, and got
started on my regular work for the day, checking as often as I could to see
if there was a reply.

After about 45 minute, I clicked onto the gmail link and there was a
message. The subject line simply said ?Sounds like fun?, and after closing
my office door to ensure at least a bit of privacy, I cautiously opened the
mail. Although I was definitely alone in the office, opening a taboo e-mail
like this one had me on edge, and my heart was racing. The reply went
something like this:

?Hi guy. Sounds like we are a close match. I am 5?08?, 190, balding, and in
shape but starting to get those not-so-sexy love handles. I have received a
few responses, but for some reason yours interests me. I guess it just
seems honest. I have NO experience with guys, and am taking the time while
in NYC on business to give it a try. I would just like to experience
touching another guy, maybe sucking a cock. Let?s meet and see how it
goes. By the way, I love how guys look in underwear. What are you wearing
today? I am in Mid-Town. Write me soon. PS ? I am 7 inches, cut. Average
Joe?

I had to look around my office again, maybe I was just being paranoid, but
it seemed too good to be true. I wrote back.

?Hi Average Joe. Sounds like you read minds. I guess we are a pretty close
match indeed. I have very little experience, and have never ?gone all the
way? with a guy, so I would be interested in meeting if you are. I am very
discrete and clean. Today I am wearing white Jockey mesh boxer-briefs under
my business suit. Is that OK? I am available today, also in Mid-Town. Let
me know. PS ? 6.5 inches, cut. What are YOU wearing? Average Adam.? I hit
send.

Less than 5 minutes later my gmail listed an incoming message. With my door
still closed, I opened it in an excited rush.

?WOW! Sounds like a great match. Let?s do it. I am at the Marriott hotel,
Mid-Town East, room 1120. Let me know if you are coming. I am really
nervous. PS ? white 2xist fly fronts today. Average Joe.?

I immediately began to look over my schedule and saw that I was clear for
lunch and an hour afterwards. Knowing that the Marriott was not too far
from my office, I sent off a quick e-mail to Joe, asking if noon was OK,
and telling him I had 2 hours free. Almost immediately he replied that the
time was perfect, and to just come up and knock on the door when I got
there.

I closed g-mail and my mind began to fill with a thousand
possibilities. Was this guy a nut-case? Was I setting myself up for
something I would regret later? Was he even serious or was this some
gay-basher just getting his kicks? Was it a guy playing a joke on a friend?
My mind raced with the possibilities. As I prepared to leave for my
?lunch-date? I nervously jotted down the address on a yellow post-it note
and placed it under my computer?s keyboard, thinking that if I didn?t
return, or if something happened to me, at least there would be a clue, and
at that point if my hidden desires were revealed, it wouldn?t really
matter.

I closed the door to my office, locked it, and put on my heavy coat as I
headed to the elevator. I tried to think of ways to deal with any situation
that I might face. Would I just run and scream if I was assaulted? Would I
just knock, see what happens and maybe leave? How far would I go? My mind
raced and without realizing it, I soon found myself standing in front of
the hotel.

It was damn cold out, so I stepped though the revolving doors, and into the
warmer lobby.  A doorman smiled at me, and I just walked calmly towards the
elevator. Was it room 1120 or 1020, or was it 2011 or 2010. I knew, I had
it written on an envelope in my pocket and had already stared at it dozens
of times, but my mind kept telling me otherwise. I stepped into the
elevator and touched the button for the 11th floor.

The elevator doors opened with an almost silent swoosh, and I stepped off
at the 11th floor, following the gold sign towards my destiny at room
1120. As I got to the door, I stopped, almost petrified to knock. I took a
deep breath and gave the door a few quick raps. My heart leapt as I heard
the doorknob turn and the door open just slightly.

As the door opened, I saw Average Joe, and instantly I knew that my fears
and misgivings were misplaced. He had a warm smile and quietly invited me
in. true to his e-mail, he was 5?08? and about 190 pounds. He had short
hair, brownish, and his hairline was receding. He was wearing light tan
chinos and a striped shirt, and I thought that he was handsome for an
?average? guy. He seemed very nervous, pacing in front of his bed, while I
hung my coat in the small closet.  The radio on the nightstand was playing
music, but I couldn?t tell you what it was, but it seemed to break the
awkward silence in the room.

He smiled again and I smiled back, introducing myself, and thanking him for
the invitation. In a few minutes, we seemed to overcome our mutual
nervousness, and he sat on the bottom edge of the bed. ?So what do you want
to do to get started?? he asked. I slowly sat beside him, and just said
?let?s take it slow?. He smiled and slowly extended his arm, so that his
hand rested on my upper thigh.

I could feel my cock twitch at his touch. The warmth of his hand flowing
through the wool of my suit pants. I began to undo my tie, tossing it onto
a nearby chair, and leaned down to untie my shoes. As I do so, his hand
drifted from my thigh to the small of my back, slowly caressing me just
above my beltline. I kicked off my shoes and sat up, and again his hand
moved to my thigh.

I repeated his movements, placing my hand on the small of his back, and
moving it along his side until it rested on his upper thigh. For a few
minutes, we caressed each other?s thighs? occasionally allowing our hands
to brush over the crotch areas of our pants. Although I couldn?t be
certain, I thought I felt his hardening cock underneath the cotton of his
chinos as I brushed my hand over them, and if his cock was in the same
condition as mine, then I was sure I had felt it, and he must have felt my
hard-on as well.

After a few minutes, mostly in complete silence with only the radio playing
in the background, he stood up and faced me. With me sitting on the edge of
the bed, his beltline was just in front of my face, and I again began to
caress the front of his pants, this time eliciting a low moan from Joe. I
took this as a very positive sign, and began to feel with more fervor,
feeling his thighs, and moving my hands in unison over his crotch area,
feeling definitely now the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric. Joe
reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unfastened the button beneath.

I moved my hands to the invitation he just made, finding the small brass
handle to his zipper and slowly pulling it downwards, watching intently as
the zipper moved and the fly of his tan pants began to separate. I saw the
embroidered waistband of his 2xist briefs, and my cock leaped in my pants,
straining at my own underwear, aching to be released as I was doing for
Joe. As I reached the end of the zipper?s course, I slowly pulled the flaps
of his pants apart, revealing the front of his fly-front briefs, bright,
clean white, silky fabric, taught with the strain of his hardening penis
just beneath.

I leaned forward a bit, and placed my face just a few inches from the
opening, and moved my hands upwards again, pulling down his pants, sliding
them over his thighs so that he was soon standing before me, clad only in
his sexy white briefs.

Moving my hands back to the prize, I began to slowly caress the outside of
his tight briefs, listening to Joe moan gently as I slowly felt the outline
of his hard tool under the white fabric, feeling his cock twitch to my
touch, and gazing at the action only inches from my face. Joe stepped back
and kicked off his pants, and as he did this, I stood up and quickly
stripped off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. Joe and I were almost
face-to-face, and he reached forward to unbutton my pants, which quickly
slid to the floor. I stepped out of them, now wearing only my mesh Jockey
brand boxer-briefs, and it was clear from the bulge in the pouch area that
I was as excited as Joe.

Joe then began to slowly feel the front of my underwear, and I returned the
favor, again hearing him moan as my warm hands caressed his hard cock and
moved over the tight fabric covering his balls.

My dick had moved a bit, so that it extended to the side of the pouch. A
quick glance down and I saw that the mesh, while a bit dense, allowed the
shaft of my hard cock to be clearly seen, and Joe began to run his fingers
over it, teasing a moan out me. He obviously liked the encouragement, and
felt him begin to grope me in earnest; his hand wrapping itself around my
hardening shaft through the mesh fabric, feeling the warmth of his hand as
he caressed me harder, as I moaned gratefully in return.

I sat down again, feeling Joe?s hand slip away as I did, and he moved
quickly, so that his underwear-bound cock was almost touching my face. I
moved just slightly forward, and placed my warm mouth over his hard shaft,
feeling the roundness of the shaft with my lips, as he slowly grinded it
against my mouth, allowing the length of his shaft top move up and over my
lips, and back down, while I felt the silky fabric slide over my lips, and
the soft head of his cock strain against the fabric with each pass.

I must have moaned or made a motion he understood implicitly, as Joe then
stood up a bit on his tip-toes, so that his covered ball-sac was placed
over my mouth, and I eagerly began to mouth it, feeling the tight fabric
holding his ?boys? press against my mouth, and I opened and closed my mouth
again causing him to moan. I began to extend my tongue, and soon Joe was
moving the entire front of his tight underwear over my mouth lips and
tongue so that the fabric was beginning to dampen.

The feeling of Joe?s hard cock and balls under that fabric, and my mouth
sliding over the slippery cloth as he rose on his toes was
unbelievable. After a few minutes, Joe slowly stepped back and motioned for
me to slide back on the bed. I did so, and soon found myself staring at
Joe?s package again, but now his cockhead was down and his ball-sac up, as
he moved into a 69 with me. I moved my face forward, feeling Joe?s hard
cock again slide over my lips and tongue, still hidden under the fabric of
his 2xist?s. I occasionally opened my eyes, and watched as Joe moved his
package over my mouth, and watching as his covered balls moved over my
tongue, and then to a position right in front of my eyes, so that I could
feel the shaft and after cockhead at my lips, and then back again.

I felt Joe begin to work his mouth over my hard shaft, and in turn I began
to lick and mouth more eagerly at his, so that I could feel the thicker
ridges of the fly-front against my eager lips as he moved his package back
and forth.

I could feel that my cock was as hard as ever, and that in a few moments I
would have no choice but to cum, and cum hard, and at this point I didn?t
care if I was still wearing my boxer-briefs or not, it felt so damn good.

I slowed down and moved a bit to prolong the feelings, trying to get Joe to
slow down as well. He did just for a few seconds. Long enough for me to
lean back and take a couple deep breaths and allow my cock to relax a bit,
putting off the inevitable release for just a while longer.

I opened my eyes when I felt Joe start again to mouth my hard cock, his
tongue licking along the length of my hard shaft, and feeling the wet mesh
slide over my balls as he moved his mouth to them, and then back to the
shaft and head. I glanced up, to see that those few moments had not been
wasted by Joe either.

In the few seconds I took as a break from the action, Joe had taken the
opportunity to maneuver his briefs, so that the fly was now fully opened,
and his hard cock was poking out the fly, and his smooth, shaven balls hung
in the open, the tight fabric still covering his thighs; it was heaven on
earth and I moved back into position, moving my mouth towards the exposed
flesh of his cock, and tasting the warm skin as I slowly slid it over my
lips and onto my tongue.

Joe began to slowly grind his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly at first,
at the same speed that he used as he sucked at my hard tool, then faster,
as he increased his pace of sucking, licking and mouthing at my
mesh-covered cock and balls. I reached forward and felt his smooth
ball-sac, caressing the orbs as he moved his cock-shaft into my mouth and
listening to the two of us moan at the touches we were experiencing.

I could feel that too-familiar pressure mounting and I knew I wouldn?t last
much longer. As if Joe could sense it, he began to let me move my mouth and
lips over his cock-head, only occasionally pushing the shaft further into
my mouth, and as I licked and sucked at the soft head, feeling the tip with
the tip of my tongue, Joe began to moan more deeply, and I felt the first
shot of warm, salty semen slide from the tip of Joe?s moth onto my
tongue. I began to lick in circles at the head of Joe?s cock, feeling his
shaft and balls with my free hand, and then the next squirt and then
another shot forth, sliding over my tongue, as Joe moaned in
ecstasy. Feeling his hard cock in my mouth, the warm jizz sliding over my
tongue and the salty taste of his cum as I swallowed eagerly, was too much
and I felt my cock leap with pleasure, as Joe moved his hot mouth over my
underwear, mouthing the head of my cock as I shot my hot load.

I could feel Joe?s warm mouth against my hard cock, and the warmth of my
cum oozing in and through the mesh of my underwear, as Joe mouthed and
licked at the hot semen; I sucked eagerly, feeling the last of Joe?s cum
shoot from the tip of his cock, coating my mouth.

We both pulled away, and lay back, resting. After a few minutes, Joe got
up, and soon handed me a towel to clean up with. I had to take off my
shorts and place them in one of the plastic hotel laundry bags, since there
was no way to clean them up enough to return to work. Joe just smiled, and
we shook hands and I left; cum stained boxer-briefs in the pocket of my
coat, nobody else the wiser to the fantastic experience I just had.

I can?t wait for Joe, or ?another Joe? to post again on Craigslist ? if
you?re out there, I am definitely up for a repeat.