I got a pretty favorable reaction from my first posted story, so I’ll try another.
As I pull into the parking lot that familiar voice from the radio scrolls thru my head “We’ll leave the light on for ya!” Looking for the second flight of stairs, I find a place to park that is kind of out of the way so my car wouldn’t be so easily spotted from the road. Turning off the ignition and getting out I slowly look around to see if anybody is watching and gently lock and close the door. Cautiously, I start my journey to the stairs seeking room 224. Slightly out of breath as I reach the top of the stairs I see a sign on the wall pointing directions to odd numbered rooms to the front and even numbered rooms to the back of the building, so I follow the arrow until I reach the end of the corridor. Looking over the edge I can see the swimming pool, still full of water, lights on but no one around. Why would they be, its January for God’s sake. Turning to the left I look at doors as I walk by 218, 216, I realize I am heading in the wrong direction and the number I want is the other way. After turning around I pass the end of the corridor and reach my destination. Looking across the way there is a heavy set man standing outside his door smoking a cigarette and watching me as I lightly knock on the door. The door opens and my company for the night invites me in.
A white towel wrapped around his waist and his blue plaid shirt unbuttoned I start to feel a little exited looking at his chest and those tattoos. “Hey,” he says as he puts his arms around me and I embrace him back. He is about four inches taller than me so my head rests nicely on his chest when he holds me. Pulling slightly away, I lift my head up to feel his lips on mine as we kiss a soft hello kiss. I sit on a small couch on the wall to the right of the door and start to remove my shoes as Tim sits next to me resting his hand on my leg and gently rubbing in a comforting way, as if to say everything will be ok. After taking my shoes off I sit back and try to relax, although we have been together many times over the last few years this will be our first overnight visit and I am feeling just a little nervous. Sensing my insecurity he pulls me closer to his chest and I nuzzle in and let him hold me for a minute as my heart races.
It feels nice to be in his arms I think to myself as I feel the warmth of his freshly showered body touching me. And I can smell the Lever 2000 soap on his skin as his hand rubs my shoulder and upper arm to help make me feel safe. He offers me a Stella Artois and we make idle small talk. As we talk about the mundane drone of our daily lives, my anxiety start to dissipate. I can feel my breathing deepening and my mouth getting dry as his soft touch sends just a little tingle throughout my body. A fire is starting to build in my pants, I start to caress his chest and stomach. I love the tattoos he has and his body is slim and somewhat defined. As I glide my hands across his chest and down his stomach I can feel the ab muscles constrict and retract under my touch and it fuels the fire I have burning inside of me. Gliding my fingertips just inside the rim of the towel, I tug gently to release the makeshift knot holding his growing member under cover and allow the chill of the air in the motel room to surround his now hard manhood.
As we move in to kiss, I put my warm hand on Tim’s stomach and move down to where I make contact with the soft head of his rock hard rod and lightly tease him with my thumb. There is something about kissing him that drives me crazy, I don’t know if it’s the taste of weed on his lips or if it’s just so comfortable and natural and when we are together, but I can’t seem to stop myself. As we passionately make out on the couch and I stroke him we get lost in each other for a few minutes. Abruptly stopping, Tim stands and takes my hand pulling me up off the couch. “I am gonna take care of my man.” He says as he starts to undress me. Pulling my shirt tail out of my pants and touching my sides with his hands as he lifts my shirt over my head I can feel the goose bumps poking out of my skin and my nipples harden with anticipation. On his way back down he again brushes my skin with his fingertips all the way down my chest and belly until he reaches my pants. Unfastening my belt and button of my pants, his hand skillfully lowers my zipper and using both hands he lightly forces my pants to the floor. As I step out of the pant legs I realize I am now standing in the middle of this motel room completely exposed, rock hard and excited.
“Lay down,” he whispers as he gets a bottle off of the table and rubs its contents into his hands. Laying on my belly, he begins to rub this oil on my shoulders and my back, breaking up the knots as he moves his hands around my back. In this moment, my senses are so alive, and my body is tingling with every movement he makes. Grinding my hard member into the bed, eyes closed I start to wiggle and set out little sighs that are driving Tim crazy. Taking his lubricated hands he glides down my back over my bubble ass and moves my legs apart.
“Oh,” I moan, “Holy shit!” as his finger penetrates my ass and connects with my prostate. This puts me into a mad frenzy of wiggling and heavy breathing while he works my ass over with his finger and his warm wet lips travel around my back leaving wet marks where his kisses once were. Spreading my legs a little farther apart Tim grabs my hips and rocks them up just a little as he moves in behind and between my legs. My mind is racing, all I can think about in this moment is how good it is going to feel as I feel his staff move down the crack of my ass like a heat seeking missile looking for its target and he brushes my anus with the head of his penis. Just about the time I reach that thought I feel him probing and invading my cavity, and my member swells even tighter between me, the sheet and my stomach. Slowly he slides in and out of me with one hand bracing himself up and the other tangled in my hair pushing my head deep into the pillow he starts to move faster.
Moving his hand from my head and pulling out of me, he grabs my hips and jerks me up onto all fours and strokes my back with his hands as he targets my ass once more and moves back inside of me. Pushing deep into me as he pulls my hips back to him, he grinds and pushes himself as deep as he can and rocks his hips. I feel my balls tighten up as they started to convulse and move around just about to let my cum flow. He takes a hand off of my hip and runs his fingers up my back to the base of my neck and into my hair and I can feel myself more than I ever thought possible as he grabs my hair and yanks my head back until I am looking up at the ceiling. Using one, now free hand in my hair and the other hand that is still on my hip, he slams into me as he pulls me into him and after the third thrust into me, I explode cum and my penis convulses and bounces shooting my juices everywhere. Not caring or even thinking about the people in the room next door I am almost screaming with the pleasure and the ecstasy he is bringing me as he moves in and out faster and faster until his breathing is so labored I can hear him over my own noises. And all at once, with one hard last push he grunts and moans so loudly that I know, if that fat guy I was watching earlier is still out there, he could hear it, as he fills me full of his hot cum. Feeling him throbbing inside me feels so good my mind doesn’t want him to stop, so I start to rock back and forth with him still inside of me, while he is groaning with a ticklish pleasure.
As he pulls himself out of me, I can feel my ass pushing out his cum and the warmth starts running down my leg. Getting a towel, Tim wipes off my leg and cleans himself off, passing me the towel to finish taking care of myself. Both of us are breathing hard and sweaty as we lay in the bed, him holding me and my head on his raising and lowering chest, all snuggled into the blanket and drifting off to what will end up being a great night’s sleep.
Awakened by the morning by the sun breaking through the heavy flowered wool curtains, I look over Tim’s still sleeping body and am surprised to read 10:14 on the cheap digital clock sitting on the night table across the bed. Thinking about last nights events and the restful sleep I got, I lean up and arouse my bedmate to consciousness with a few light kisses against his hairy chest.
“Last night was amazing,” I tell him. “I slept like a baby!”
In agreement, he confirms his happiness as well. “We must do this again.” he adds as we both instinctively move towards our clothes and start to dress. After we were dressed and our belongings gathered, we walked to the door. With one last goodbye hug, I looked back into the musty, cheesy motel room. A memory of the night before flashed like a slide show of pictures on a computer monitor as we walk out the door together. Turning in opposite directions, heading towards different staircases I am hit with a barrage of emotions. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter, because I know this will not be our last encounter.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o3ndb8/room_224_mm_romance