The receptionist, a handsome Arab, had given Marco the one over, but Marco hadn't seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, or maybe he had already been there once and fucked the hell out of the Arab. Anything seemed probable with this guy. I got my key, and we found my hotel room. Our hotel room. Hell, what was happening? How had it come to this, that all of the sudden I was bringing a young man with me to my hotel room? A man that had just made me, against my will, suck his cock?
Guys never admit they need assistance. Just take male drivers that get lost - how often do they admit they need directions? It never happens. And this is what is so great with guys - you can fuck them in semi-public, and they will rarely, if ever, shout for help! Ever straight guys - or as a matter of fact - ESPECIALLY straight guys. Which I have done repeatedly, and will continue doing as long as it gets me off pounding my chocolate colored-dick into muscular, white, asses.
I had been on the road for some time. Once again, on my way from point A, via unspecified hotel, to point B. As the CEO of a firm I had to do a lot of travelling. Usually by plane, but every now and then, especially when I had several meetings in more or less the same area, I would rent a car and get moving – which was fine, as it gave me some time on my own. Although I loved my wife and children very much, it is sometimes good to be on one's own. All I needed to think of was me myself and I. An
The sensation of sucking the cock, the dark brown cock of the hard-bodied young stranger I just picked up from the roadside, in the middle of back-country Europe, where any passerby might see us... I had no idea how it all happened. Or I did, but I couldn't understand how I had let it happen. All I knew that I was out of my mind in lust. I wanted to get his cock, I wanted to taste it, feel what it was like to pleasure another man - this man! - and I wanted a part of what all those other men had
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