Just One Night

Just One Night

First time publishing an erotic story. Any polite feedback is welcomed.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

It started out as a bad day. I had traveled to another city for a product trade show and nothing was going well. After ten hours of hard work, I was about ready to give up on everything.

I was walking back to my room through the hotel lobby when I saw him sitting there alone at the hotel bar.

He was older than he was in his videos. This made sense because it was probably about ten years since he last filmed something. His hair was the same light blonde as it was in videos, and while glancing at his face it was clear that he had aged, he had aged rather well. He was no longer the athletic twink from the videos, but not quite a twunk or daddy. He had put on some weight so that he no longer had that perfect body build with his defined abs, but not enough weight in which one; outside of the gay community; would call him fat.

But what stood out to me was his eyes. His bright blue eyes. I don't know if others saw them the same way I did, but they had always been a unique feature to me. They had always stood out to me when I was watching his videos. Even now, I could see those same eyes, shimmering under the gentle light.

That's why I was so sure it was him.

I took a deep breath, and walk across the lobby and sat next to him. "Hello," I say, trying to hide both my excitement and nervousness.

He didn't really look at me. "Hi," he says finally, and nothing more.

I didn't really know to do, but after a moment of silence, I blurt out. "I have always been a big fan of your work. Can I buy you a drink?" I looked about to find the bartender, but they were nowhere to be found.

He sighs and looks at me. It was clear he had been put in this position before. "I don't do that anymore." He says finally. He held up his hand, with a small silver band. "I am married, to a woman, with two kids."

"I didn't mean anything by that," I say quickly. "I just want to get to know you. To hang out, you know. See what happens"

He looks at his phone briefly, before putting it in his pocket. He chuckles quietly, and stirs the straw in his drink. He's silent for a moment, and doesn't quite look at me as he says. "How about this? Just one night. For 500 bucks, I let you suck my dick."

It wasn't what I was expecting him to say, and I don't know why I say what I say next. "Can I worship your body too?"

He chuckles this time, a little louder. Like me, I don't think he had quite thought this far ahead. "Sure, why not?" he says, getting up. "But no kissing, no fucking. Body worship, and you can blow me. I assume you're staying in the hotel?

"Yeah." I reply quickly, feigning a sense of confidence I did not have.

"Lead the way!" he laughs. His bright blue eyes flashes in front of me, giving me a slight boost of confidence for what I am about to do.

We walk across the hotel lobby in silence. Upon entering the elevator and choosing my floor, I say. "I'm Mark, by the way."

He didn't reply.

I felt lucky that my room wasn't far from the elevator. I suddenly had the feeling he wasn't quite comfortable with this. It was as if he didn't think it through before making this decision, and to be fair, I didn't either. It felt like time was of the essence, and if I didn't take this opportunity immediately, he would quickly change his mind.

We entered my room in silence, and I turned on some lights, just enough to bring what I hoped was a comfortable, somewhat romantic atmosphere.

"Wow, nice room!" he exclaims, walking through my suite to the large bayview windows. "You can see so much of the city from here."

"Yeah." I acknowledge, taking off my jacket and tossing it on to the sofa. "So... how should we start?" I begin awkwardly. "I have never done this before?"

"You have never been with a man?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"No," I reply quickly, as if I was defending myself. "I have never... I mean... I have the cash."

"Oh." He looks about, as if unsure of himself. "Umm... why don't you put the money on the counter over there, and we can get started."

I walk over to the counter, took out my wallet, and flash five one-hundred-dollar bills, before putting it on the counter.

He nods. Which I understood as an acknowledgement of consent, and slowly walked back to him standing next to the bayview windows.

"Just one night." He says, quietly. "We can have fun if it's just one night."

I get close to him, close enough to kiss, but respectful of his boundaries, and stare into his crystal blue eyes. They shine like sapphires in the dim hotel light. "I have always loved your eyes." I say, as I begin to unbutton his shirt. "They are just such a beautiful blue."

"Thanks." He says, somewhat awkwardly, standing stiffly.

As I slowly unbutton his shirt, I start to kiss his chest. He is slightly sweaty, but in a good way. He has enough chest hair to feel masculine, but not enough I would find unattractive. His dark nipples contrast against his light skin, and I pinch them gently while sucking on them. As I lick his chest, I am pleased to see him looking down at me with his bright blue eyes.

"Does this feel good?" I ask. He nods, saying nothing, but I can see a smile slowly forming on his face as he becomes more comfortable.

As I move down my tongue down towards his stomach, it's clear that he is hard, and I feel a great sense of pride. He no longer has the defined abs of his youth, but he isn't exactly out of shape. I stand up to rub his arms and massage his shoulders. His eyes close, and his head leans back as he lets out an involuntarily groan.

As I stand behind him, I reach down and unzip his pants, his hard cock bounces out immediately. I whisper into his ear. "Do you want me to suck you off?"

"Yes..." he replies, in a voice barely more audible than a whisper.

I drop to my knees in front of him, pulling his pants down to his knees. It turns me on more to see that he manscapes. His cock, cut, though probably smaller than compared to his peers in his previous industry's average, is just the right size for me. I feel it throb harder in my hand as I gently stroke it. "When was the last time you were with a man?" I ask curiously.

He looks down at me. "A long time... not since my last video, about ten years ago." As I start to lick the head of his cock, he adds, sounding somewhat unsure of himself. "I'm... I'm... straight, you know. It was only for the money. It was all... gay for pay."

"Then I feel lucky you chose me." I say, looking up at him before swallowing his head, taking a moment to savor his naturally salty sweet flavor. He let out a groan, as he gently holds my head and thrusts himself down my throat, gently yet clearly in his control. I relax as he goes down my throat. His bright blue eyes looking down at me. I feel happier than I had all day, letting him use me for his pleasure.

This goes on for a few minutes before he pulls out, give me a chance to catch my breath. "Am I going too rough?" he asks. I am pleased by his politeness, we may have just met, but it makes its feel more intimate, more respectful, and not just a situation where I am paying someone to play out a fantasy from when I was younger.

"Nope." I say before going back down on his hard cock. I reach out to hold on to his thighs, trying to gain a sense of balance, and deep throat him once more. My dick throbs hard between my knees, but I am afraid to take it out of my pants.

"Do you want to play with my ass?" he asks, breaking the rhythm. "You can finger me while you suck me... if you want?" He sounds as surprised asking as I do hearing him asking.

Since my mouth is full, I just reach my hands up towards his butt. Within moments he groans loudly. It's clear I have found his prostate, it's clear, I am pressing his buttons.

Within moments, I feel his dick throb and pulse. It's clear he is about to cum. I look up into his crystal blue eyes with his cock still in my mouth, trying to signal that I am okay with him finishing in my mouth. But instead, he quickly pulls out, and steps backwards, he looks oddly confused and unsure.

I kneel there, waiting for instructions on how to continue. "It's okay," I say, after what it feels for like an eternity. "You can cum in my mouth if you like. I, I, I... would like... to taste you, taste all of you."

"Actually," he says hesitantly. He reaches down and lifts me off my knees. "I was wondering... how would you like to fuck me? Just this one night?"

"What?" I say, shocked by what he just asked me. He had made the conditions very clear.

"I mean, if you top that is?" He continues, sounding very unsure. "Don't worry, I am not going to charge you more." He adds quickly, as he pulls off his pants, lies down on my bed, and spreads open his legs.

"Yeah, of course!" I say eagerly. I don't think I ever stripped off my clothes that fast. I don't think any person in history has ever stripped off their clothes so fast.

But as I rush towards him, reality hits me. "I don't have lube on me." I say awkwardly. "I think I only have a condom..."

He frowns for a moment, and I am suddenly afraid that my fantasy is about to come to an end. But once again, he surprises me. "That's okay, why don't you finger and rim me first. Let's see what happens from there."

I am not normally biggest fan of eating ass, especially of a man I just met. But I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass away from me. I quickly walk across the room to grab a condom out of my suitcase, just in case, and quickly walk back to him.

Within moments, I am back between his legs, trying to demonstrate all sorts of skills with my tongue. Whatever hesitation I felt about rimming, I was determined not to let him know. With concentration and determination, I switch between my tongue and fingers, trying out different speeds, and different techniques. Trying my best to please this man.

But I need not to worry. His body betrays how he is feeling. Gentle moans and involuntary cries of pleasure. As he relaxes, I feel his hole loosen, and begin sucking my fingers in. I look up at him, hoping to see his bright blue eyes, but they are closed. "Can I..." I began reluctantly, "can I still fuck you?"

"Yes," he replies immediately, "quickly... please..."

I stand up, and roll on the condom. I don't think I have ever been this hard in my life. As I pull him towards me, holding his legs over my shoulders, and enter him. He moans and gasps, as my cock slides slowly in to him. "Wow... you're bigger than I was expecting... gently... please. Its... been... its... been... over... ten years..."

"Of course." I say quietly, trying to contain my excitement. His warm hole sucks me in, and things are starting to feel just right, as if we are meant to fit together.

I listen to him moan, "Yes... no... quicker... slow down... more... that's nice... yes... yes..." to find the rhythm, letting him take control of what is happening. I want him to enjoy this as much as I am enjoying him.

As I hit his prostate, I look down, I see how his barely visible abs, react to my movement. I am pleased to see his cock is still rock hard, although he isn't stroking it. His hands lay on the bed by his side. I can see the pleasure spreading across his face. I am disappointed, however, to see his eyes are closed.

Suddenly, his bright blue eyes open. "I am about to cum. He gasps loudly, almost gutturally.

"Can I say swallow your load?" I ask quickly. He nods, I pull out, and immediately go down on him. His hands push down my head. Within moments, I feel him cum down my throat. It is more than I expected, but I am determined to swallow it all. I hold him in my mouth, until it I feel him soften, falling out of my mouth.

"Wow!" he says quietly, lying still. His hands slide off of me, as I look up over him to see his deep blue eyes.

"Yeah." Though I am still hard, I feel like the evening might be over. I reluctantly accept in my heart that I am probably going to have to finish off by myself once he leaves.

However, once again he surprises me. "Are you clean"? He asks. "When was the last time you got tested?"

"Recently, actually. I got my results back less than a week ago." I tell him sincerely. For a moment I want to tell him why. "But, yeah, I am clean!" I add quickly.

"You want to breed me?" He asks with a broad smile. It immediately brings me back to watching videos. His youthful natural charm, his eagerness. On video, I knew it was all acting, but at this moment it all felt very real.

"YEAH!" I reply rather loudly. Unable to contain the excitement of my luck, I rip off the condom, tossing it on the floor next to me, pull his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him. Judging by his facial reaction, a little too fast, faster than he would have preferred. But he doesn't complain or say anything.

Within seconds, he is hard again. Unlike last time, he seems to be more comfortable letting me take control. This time he strokes himself, gently yet almost with an innate desperateness. I feel a bit jealous; I want to be the one touching his cock.

As I breathe faster, and faster. Sweat roll downs my face. I know I am coming close. He knows I am too, and asks. "Want to cum together?"

"Yes." I gasp, feeling barely still in control.

"Ready when you are!" he says smiling. I look deeply into his crystal blue eyes as I thrust myself forward, pushing his legs further in the air. We cum at the same time, our bodies shaking with waves of mutual pleasure. I feel his cum hit my stomach, as I shoot the biggest load of my life deep into him.

It's as time has stopped. We stay there for a moment, me still inside of him. I stare into his blue eyes as he looks back at me. I think he is happy, but I am not sure if the regret of life's reality will hit him now that he has came twice.

A drop of sweat falls from my head and hits his forehead, breaking the quiet moment that we have been sharing. "Well, that was nice." he says finally. I feel myself slip out of him.

"Thanks," I say as I slide myself off of him, and stumble off of the bed. "I really needed that."

"Yeah." He agrees, somewhat unsure of himself. "I think I did too."

I look at him lying on my bed. It appears that we are both unsure what comes next. "Do you want to spend the night?" I ask awkwardly. "Just one night?"

"Sure." He smiles gently, his eyes sparkling. "Just one night. Let me go clean up first."

He doesn't invite me to go shower with him, and for some reason, I don't feel it's appropriate to ask. I think like me, he needs a moment to process. I sit naked on the sofa, reliving the night's events in my mind. When he comes out, I go in, with no words exchanged between us, just a brief glance of acknowledgment.

After a quick shower, I find him standing next to the bayview window, looking out into the distance. I can see his crystal blue eyes, reflecting in the glass. The fact his boxers are on makes it clear that nothing more will happen tonight.

Picking up my boxers off the floor, I too put them on before crawling into my bed. He suddenly notices me, and quietly crawls into bed with me. He leans up against me, his face coming up close, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. He looks in my eyes, and I am still astounded by how blue his eyes are. For a second, I think he is about to break his second guideline, but nothing happens.

"Okay. Good night." he says awkwardly, and slides towards his side of the bed. He falls asleep quickly. I listen to the rhythm of him snoring, before drifting off myself.

Though I wake up rather early, he is already gone by the time I awake. I walk over to the counter. I am not surprised he took the money. It was after all, what we agreed upon. However, I am surprised to see he left me a note. I pick it up and read it, "Thanks for the great time, even if it was, just one night."