A Guy in a Hotel Bar

I am Spencer, a college frat boy graduate.

I know the stereotype and, yes, I fit it perfectly: 5'11", dirty blonde bushy hair, some light facial hair, decent build, not a gym rat, yet not a slob. I'm a white boy from Jersey City.

Size doesn't matter. I have 6 inches hard, and I know how to use them!

I have an IT degree and often travel for work. I rarely hook up while I travel for business; however, there was a bachelorette party at the hot bar, and there were some hot women!

Despite my looks and charm, none of the party women worked out!

He sat two seats over from me at the bar, and soon we were drinking buddies.

I had a few, yet I was still sober!

We moved to a circle booth with a great view of the entire bar. I presumed he sat near me for the view.

Uncharacteristically, I felt very comfortable with him. He helped me lower my guard, and we talked about things I wouldn't normally share with strangers.

He has a way of getting you to drop your guard. He's extremely personable.

We felt like old buddies, until we felt like more.

I took a long look at him for the first time. Fuck, he looks like a model. He's clearly better looking than me. I had friends like him in the frat, and I lived off their cast-offs!

I asked, "Dude, you are a great-looking, young guy; why are you single tonight?"

He shrugged me off.

I said, as I motioned to the bachelorette party, "I am off my game. Normally, I would have one of them in my room, on her knees sucking my dick by now."

He asked, "Why don't you hit up your drinking buddy from earlier for a little bro helping bro?"

I said, "Fuck, Bro, that was Frank, and he and I are co-workers!"

I continued, "And my dick doesn't rise for guys. My dick and I are not gay, bro!"

He said, "I don't subscribe to the notion. I bet you I can get you rock hard."

His gaze was different. He looked at me, and I thought, fuck, he's sexy looking. His gorgeous sparkling eyes were warm, reassuring, confident, and hot.

Even as a straight man, I could admit he's hot!

Why? Why did I say, "I will take that bet!"

His right hand brushed my inner thigh, and I got a tingle in my groin.

He asked, "How does that feel?"

I didn't answer; I was embarrassed, even more so as his hand made its way up to my dick.

He looked me in the eyes, and I didn't object, so he gently grabbed my dick, and I got hard instantly.

A guy has not touched me like that. I knew I could not get hard from a guy's touch, yet here I am getting hard from his warm, strong fingers.

Then he palmed my dick.

I whimpered.

I don't ever whimper.

I said, "Fuck, bro, I am hard."

He said, smiling, like we were having a casual conversation, "Nice hard dick, Spencer."

I thought, wait, I don't remember saying my name.

He firmly stroked my dick and, again, I moaned. I whimpered.

He gave my dick a little squeeze before he retreated.

He asked, "So, did I win the bet?"

I was speechless.

He kept acting like we were having a casual conversation. He didn't want anyone to know he was seducing me.

He went on and said, "You know that feeling when a mouth is wrapped tight around your dick?"

I nodded yes.

He said, "That feeling is better when it's a guy's mouth. Guys give better head."

I immediately said, "I don't have a point of reference."

He asked, "You know how great it feels to be balls deep inside a tight little pussy?"

He continued:

"When she is begging to be fucked, and you just keep your dick in her until she's begging, begging, to be fucked?"

"It's so much better when your dick is inside a guy's tight ass. Especially a guy who loves to work out his ass muscles on hot little dicks like yours."

"A guy wraps his ass around your dick, and you can lose all perspective!"

"A guy's ass is tighter, hotter, and stronger than a pussy."

Then he offered, sipping a beer and discreetly licking the bottle neck, "Go ahead and reach over to mine."

I did. I grabbed it. I didn't stroke him; I just grabbed it!

I said, "Bro, it feels huge."

He said, "It is soft right now."

I gulped and said, "Bull shit!"

He said, "Stroke it and find out."

He mentioned the game on TV, loud enough for others to think we were two buds hanging out.

I reached over and stroked him through his pants.

And he grew!

I said, "Fuck you are right, it's bigger."

He said, "Keep going, I am almost hard."

I said out loud, "Fuck!" a little too loud. Fortunately, our team fumbled, and others thought I meant my comment about the game. Rather than his huge cock I was stroking under the table.

He again casually spoke like we were two buds enjoying the game.

He asked, "If I unzip, will you reach in and take some of my precum to your lips?"

I nodded yes like a love-struck pixie with a stud enticing her!

He reached with both hands and presumably unzipped.

I discreetly wiggled my hand into this unzipped opening and, fuck, his cock was hard, warm, and I liked holding it!

He asked, smiling and gesturing to the game today, "The defense is getting stroked good right now!"

I found the tip of his cock, squeezed it, and felt some liquid on my finger.

I freaked out a bit, yet continued stroking him. I wanted a larger portion.

At that brief moment, I questioned if this was more than my curiosity!

His cock felt so much stronger than my own. Bigger than my own. He throbbed under my touch.

I felt a large glob of his liquid on my fingers!

I quickly took it to my mouth, licked it, and said, "Fuck, it tastes better than my own."

He smiled and said, "Mine always tastes great!"

He commanded, "Okay, put your hand back in and stroke me."

And I did. I didn't hesitate!

He encouraged me, "Grab hold of it like a man. I am not weak! I want a strong hand wrapped around my monster cock!"

To others, it looked like we were talking about the game, yet he was giving me demands to grab his cock!

Like a schoolgirl, I begged, "I want to see it."

He smiled and said, "Dude, their defense is choking!"

Then, softly, so only I could hear, "Women pretend to choke on your dick; a guy's capacity to take a dick is amazing!"

His stamina is amazing. He flinched at times, yet didn't show much emotion from my stroking.

He directed:

"Continue to stroke."

"Yeah, you clearly know how to work a cock!"

"When I scream at the game, remove your hand."

"You will discreetly slide your extra room key, with the sleeve and the room number on it, to me."

"You will say your goodbye like any bro would."

"You will go up to your room, shower, and be ready for me."

Like a dazed and horny guy that I was, I was ready for some action. He was going to be on his knees taking my dick in place of one of the women who turned me down.

Inside my room, I was walking out of the bathroom when he walked in.

He walked straight up to me, looked me up and down, and said, "Hot!"

He gently grabbed my hard dick and began stroking me.

His grip was firm, and he knew when to stroke and when to squeeze. He was working me up, and my head leaned back into a moan from deep inside me.

He laid me down on the bed, and he stripped down to his hot white boxer briefs.

He positioned his clothed cock above my face, and he quickly took my dick into his hot mouth.

Fuck, maybe I was horny, yet his mouth felt better than any other woman's mouth.

His tongue worked my shaft. His suction removed the air around my shaft!

He licked my precum and said, "Bro, you taste so good - like sandalwood!"

I know you want to suck on my cock.

I said, "Nope."

He said, "We both know that is a lie!"

He lowered his clothed cock closer to my face, and like a starved animal, I tried to eat his cock through his underwear.

He continued to suck my dick, and I tried to get his.

He had wrapped my arms down with his legs, so my mouth was my only tool.

He removed my dick from his mouth, and he leaned up to watch me fight to get to his cock.

He asked, "Ever been this hungry for a cock?"

I nodded no and returned to his clothed cock.

He stood up, moved around, and sat next to me and said, "Stroke yourself. I want to watch."

So I did my best to show him how I liked to be touched.

He slid his fingers into my ass crack, and he was soon ready to penetrate my ass with his fingers.

He said, "Your ass crack is so tight. It's going to be fun shoving my cock up your chute for the first time."

I gulped and was genuinely scared.

In my mind, I would be the one to fuck. I didn't plan for him to fuck me!

And quickly he was back in a 69, and he had my dick down his throat.

I mumbled around his clothed cock, "No girl has ever deep... throated me... fuck!"

I reached my tongue around the pant leg of his underwear and got my first real taste of balls!

He moaned, "Nice. You found a spot to taste me."

His scent only drove me farther over the edge!

He quickly stood up, and I objected, petulantly!

He asked, "Have you ever had hard sex? The kind that leaves you sweaty, used, and takes you hours to recover from? Has any woman ever left you like that?"

I didn't answer, and he said, "I didn't fucking think so."

He stood me up, moved my hands to the seam of his underwear, and I understood the assignment and my new place as bottom!

He would not touch my dick again the rest of the night. He would train me and take me like the bottom boy I truly am!

As I lowered his underwear, I assumed my kneeling position.

His cock is amazing, must be over 8 inches, and it's healthy, without being grotesque.

I said, "It won't fit."

He laughed and said, "I am glad you are imagining how it's going to feel when I am balls deep, bottoming out in your ass!"

I gently licked his precum and, in that moment, I fully accepted my new role - as a bottom!

He asked, "Spencer, do you want to fuck hard? Do you want to man fuck?"

I said, "Yes!"

And swallowed as much of his cock as would immediately fill my mouth.

The taste was amazing! It's better than any pussy. It's salty, and his precum is thicker than mine.

I found I had a very low gag reflex.

He slowly moved his hands into place around the backside of my head and began face fucking me deep.

He said, "Fuck, you love my cock!"

I was too busy swallowing his liquids to answer.

And then he slowly stopped fucking my mouth and lifted me and threw me on the bed.

He dragged me to the edge, so that my ass was leaning off; he raised my legs and quickly grabbed a tube of lube. He must have emptied the tube's contents into my hole.

Half standing, half leaning over, while his eyes looked into mine, without warning, without discussion he slowly ripped my ass apart with his huge cock.

My first was painful, erotic, and he made sure I felt every part of his cock as he pushed deep inside me. He wanted me to be owned. He was my owner.

When I thought he had bottomed out, he'd smile and say, "You have more to give," and he raised my legs even higher.

When he finally was in so deep, he said, "Now let's fuck!"

His gyrations took me to new highs.

I cam early and frequently without my dick being touched!

His stamina was amazing. His cock was even more amazing!

Despite the condom around his cock, I felt every part of him on my insides!

He fucked me and fucked me, and I lost track of time.

When he was ready, he quickly moved up to my chest, and I watched that hunk of a man use both of his hands to stroke himself to a huge eruption expertly.

His cum was everywhere - on my chest, my abs, and my dick.

He took several minutes to scoop up his cum and feed it all to me.

Who was I kidding before? I am a cum slut and swallowed every morsel he fed me!

As he was dressing, I asked, "What the fuck is your name?"

He chuckled, walked to the door, put on his shirt, and finally said, "My name is Kip. Welcome to the club."