I drank too much at the bar, so my friends took my car keys and dropped me at the baths, telling me to sleep it off. Nice idea, but my dick had other plans. After all, it was Saturday night, the place was full, and I was horny. So I tossed my clothes, wrapped up in a towel, and went off in search of sex.
Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body. I keep in shape, and don't have a bad complexion or anything like that. My dick may not be the greatest at only 6-1/2 inches, but it gets me by. The problem was that I couldn't walk down the well-lit hallway without stumbling into the wall. I even fell down the stairs once. I couldn't connect with anybody.
After a while, this old guy starts following me. You know the kind: a little bit of a gut, no tan but lots of body hair. He was kinda bald on top, but had let the rest of his hair grow long and tied it in the back. And worst of all, he wore glasses. He didn't talk to me or grope me, but everywhere I went he was there. It was beginning to get to me. Here I was, a good-looking guy only a little drunk, and not only could I not snag any of the cute guys, this old guy keeps following me around. There was this really cute guy on the top floor playing with himself.
I stopped at his door and grabbed myself, the usual signal for "wanna fool around?" He didn't say yes or no, so I walked into his room, leaned over and grabbed his dick, a nice seven-incher. I tried to take it in my mouth, but, being drunk as I was, I fell on him. He pushed me off, sat up, and said "Get out." I did.
And there was that old guy again, standing at the end of the hall. I was so pissed that I decided that he needed to learn a lesson. I groped him when I walked by, knowing he would follow me, and headed for the big truck on the third floor. At the back of the truck I turned the corner, but then wheeled around, dropped my towel and just glared at him. Without a word he fell to his knees, swallowed my dick and sucked hard. Then he pulled off, letting my dick fall with a small plop, got up and walked away.
Sonovabitch! This guy had been following me for close to an hour, and as soon as he gets me, he leaves! That made me even madder. I ambled around some more, looking for guys ready for action. Passing the door of the guy whose crotch I fell into, I noticed another one open three doors down. It was that old guy, just sitting there smoking a cigarette. I gave him the finger and stumbled off. But a little while later I found myself at his door again. Without asking, I walked in and sat down.
"You're an asshole." I snarled at him. His expression didn't change. "So why did you come in here?" Suddenly I just started crying. He didn't move. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"M drunk, 'm horny, I can't get home, I can't get laid, I just get chased by groaners like you." I kept crying. He laughed. The bastard actually laughed. "Well," he said, "I can't help you with getting sober or home, but I can tell you I'm not a groaner." He pulled me into his arms. "You know, if you weren't so pathetic, I'd throw you out of here with some bitchy remark. My favorite one is: Long after your looks are gone I'll still have my personality."
I managed to quit crying, and it felt real strange to be in his arms.
"I gotta go." I said, pushing him away. "Okay." he said. I stood up. And then fell down. Luckily his arms caught me and pulled me back to him. I started crying again. "I don't think you're in any shape to go anywhere." he said. "Shit." I mumbled through my tears. "Shit." He leaned me back on the bed and pulled my towel off. Then he lay down next to me. Goddam, I thought, this groaner's gonna do me. Sure enough, he kissed my neck. But it wasn't an ordinary kiss. He spread his lips and made wide wet circles with his tongue. That sent a ripple of electricity through my body and my dick came to attention. Still licking my skin, he wandered down to my left nipple and chewed gently, causing more waves of lust. He wet two fingers of his hand and started teasing my other nipple. Then his tongue slid across my chest to replace the fingers, which stroked their way down to my balls. He pressed his furry chest against my already wet nipple and moved it a bit to tease me even more.
I was getting hot! I tingled all over, and started sweating. My dick was twitching. He fingered my balls a bit more, then moved down and kneaded the skin under them. His mouth left my nipple and headed south. I closed my eyes in anticipation of those lips on my rod. But nothing happened.
Then I felt it: a gentle breeze of hot air washed across my dick while his soft wet tongue started at the bottom and slid to the tip. It went back down, and another warm breeze guided it up again, making me ache with desire. His fingers worked their way down to my asshole, and started rubbing around the edge. On a downstroke, his tongue floated over my balls and lapped them up. Another hand grabbed my tool and jacked it, while his tongue kept pushing my balls around and making them real wet. My whole body was trembling with feelings. A pair of velvety-soft lips wrapped themselves around the tip of my dick, while a finger pressed harder against my backhole. Slowly he sucked my rod deep into his eager mouth, tongue dancing along my shaft. His finger squeezed through my ass muscle and snaked its way up to my prostate. His mouth backed off my rod and plunged hungrily again. He kept up a steady rhythm and, even as drunk as I was, it wasn't long before it achieved the desired effect. I felt a churning sensation in my balls, which grew stronger every time he buried my cock in the soft tissues of his throat. Waves of erotic sparks washed across my body. I was gonna blow a big one. He must've known, because just as I was ready to blast his tonsils, he pulled off, mashed my prostate, and watched me shudder and groan as I shot all over the place. I literally felt a blast of energy gather up from my head and my feet and blow itself out my cumming cock.
"Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww" I groaned. Cum shot everywhere, over his head, over my head, on his glasses. Each pulsing stream spewed wildly in different directions. My head was swimming. For several seconds afterward my cock twitched madly with orgastic spasms. I thought I was going to pass out. He kept still, his arm over me. "Geezus!" I panted, "Geezus!" I lay spent, my cock still rockhard from the intense activi- ty. He said something. "Huh?" I asked, lifting my head. "I said, it's my turn now." I looked down to see that he had taken off his towel, revealing a nice plump piece of meat that had to be at least seven inches stiff. I guessed that his finger had only been the first thing that was going to snake its way into my bunghole. He turned me over, spread my legs, and lay down on top of me, his furry chest resting on my smooth back. I felt his cock nestle itself in my ass- crack, and slowly it started sliding up and down. "C'mon man, fuck me, that's what you want." "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," he replied, "But it's no fun if you don't play a little bit first."
With that, his hands slid under my armpits and started massaging my tits, making them hard and hot. His tongue traced wet designs on the back of my neck. Even though I had cum less than five minutes ago, my still-rockhard dick started twitching again. And, to my surprise, so did my asshole. Each downward slide brought the tip of his cock closer to my chute, and I itched with the thought of having it inside me. Suddenly the pumping stopped, and he sat up. I listened to the gooey sounds of lube and a condom being applied. Then he pumped my asscrack again. "Ready?" he asked. I grunted heavily.
The tip of his tool aimed itself for entry, pressing against me, while he nibbled on my neck and massaged my shoulders. After about a minute, his cock slid gently in, burying itself deep inside me. I was surprised to find myself filled with seven inches of good hot groaner manmeat. "Oh that feels good. Now do something with it." I commanded. "As you wish." he replied. He raised up on his arms, pulled his cock out to the tip, and rammed it back in, his pubes mashing against my buns. He kept this up, stretching my hole and then pulling out, his balls slapping against mine. Occasionally he would shift his aim so his cock pressed hard against one side. He would piston pound for a couple of minutes, then slow down to a gentle sliding motion. Drops of sweat fell from him and mixed with my own. Breathing harder, I spread my legs even wider. "C'mon, fuck me, dammit!" I hollered.
That did it. He slammed that cock home, aiming it this way and that, and made sure my prostate got a deep massage. Each drilling thrust rattled my body like jello, washing me with electricity, adding to the rumbling load building in my nuts. My ass was on fire, and my dick felt like it was going to explode.
Suddenly he grunted and changed his fuckspeed, straining my ass- muscles even more. I thought he was going to split me open. "Omigod!" he screamed, "Here it comes!" With that he buried himself deep inside me and shot spurt after spurt of jizz into the condom. I could feel his cock spasming against my guts. That's all it took: my cock exploded hot cream over the sheet beneath me. I think I screamed; I know I passed out.
When I came to, I was alone, my towel draped across me. I stumbled back to my room and got dressed. At the desk, I asked who was regis- tered in room 36. "I can't tell you that." said the attendant. "But I can tell you that he paid extra time on his room and yours too." "Oh, I see. Is that all he did?"
"Nope. He kept complaining about the young guys in here. Twinks, he called them. Said he couldn't wait for them to grow up." I smiled to myself. The game of young men disliking older ones was still going, with no end in sight. But every once in a while a truce could be made.
Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. At 25 years old, I still have a full head of golden brown hair, which goes nicely with my lightly tanned body. I keep in shape, and don't have a bad complexion or anything like that. My dick may not be the greatest at only 6-1/2 inches, but it gets me by. The problem was that I couldn't walk down the well-lit hallway without stumbling into the wall. I even fell down the stairs once. I couldn't connect with anybody.
After a while, this old guy starts following me. You know the kind: a little bit of a gut, no tan but lots of body hair. He was kinda bald on top, but had let the rest of his hair grow long and tied it in the back. And worst of all, he wore glasses. He didn't talk to me or grope me, but everywhere I went he was there. It was beginning to get to me. Here I was, a good-looking guy only a little drunk, and not only could I not snag any of the cute guys, this old guy keeps following me around. There was this really cute guy on the top floor playing with himself.
I stopped at his door and grabbed myself, the usual signal for "wanna fool around?" He didn't say yes or no, so I walked into his room, leaned over and grabbed his dick, a nice seven-incher. I tried to take it in my mouth, but, being drunk as I was, I fell on him. He pushed me off, sat up, and said "Get out." I did.
And there was that old guy again, standing at the end of the hall. I was so pissed that I decided that he needed to learn a lesson. I groped him when I walked by, knowing he would follow me, and headed for the big truck on the third floor. At the back of the truck I turned the corner, but then wheeled around, dropped my towel and just glared at him. Without a word he fell to his knees, swallowed my dick and sucked hard. Then he pulled off, letting my dick fall with a small plop, got up and walked away.
Sonovabitch! This guy had been following me for close to an hour, and as soon as he gets me, he leaves! That made me even madder. I ambled around some more, looking for guys ready for action. Passing the door of the guy whose crotch I fell into, I noticed another one open three doors down. It was that old guy, just sitting there smoking a cigarette. I gave him the finger and stumbled off. But a little while later I found myself at his door again. Without asking, I walked in and sat down.
"You're an asshole." I snarled at him. His expression didn't change. "So why did you come in here?" Suddenly I just started crying. He didn't move. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"M drunk, 'm horny, I can't get home, I can't get laid, I just get chased by groaners like you." I kept crying. He laughed. The bastard actually laughed. "Well," he said, "I can't help you with getting sober or home, but I can tell you I'm not a groaner." He pulled me into his arms. "You know, if you weren't so pathetic, I'd throw you out of here with some bitchy remark. My favorite one is: Long after your looks are gone I'll still have my personality."
I managed to quit crying, and it felt real strange to be in his arms.
"I gotta go." I said, pushing him away. "Okay." he said. I stood up. And then fell down. Luckily his arms caught me and pulled me back to him. I started crying again. "I don't think you're in any shape to go anywhere." he said. "Shit." I mumbled through my tears. "Shit." He leaned me back on the bed and pulled my towel off. Then he lay down next to me. Goddam, I thought, this groaner's gonna do me. Sure enough, he kissed my neck. But it wasn't an ordinary kiss. He spread his lips and made wide wet circles with his tongue. That sent a ripple of electricity through my body and my dick came to attention. Still licking my skin, he wandered down to my left nipple and chewed gently, causing more waves of lust. He wet two fingers of his hand and started teasing my other nipple. Then his tongue slid across my chest to replace the fingers, which stroked their way down to my balls. He pressed his furry chest against my already wet nipple and moved it a bit to tease me even more.
I was getting hot! I tingled all over, and started sweating. My dick was twitching. He fingered my balls a bit more, then moved down and kneaded the skin under them. His mouth left my nipple and headed south. I closed my eyes in anticipation of those lips on my rod. But nothing happened.
Then I felt it: a gentle breeze of hot air washed across my dick while his soft wet tongue started at the bottom and slid to the tip. It went back down, and another warm breeze guided it up again, making me ache with desire. His fingers worked their way down to my asshole, and started rubbing around the edge. On a downstroke, his tongue floated over my balls and lapped them up. Another hand grabbed my tool and jacked it, while his tongue kept pushing my balls around and making them real wet. My whole body was trembling with feelings. A pair of velvety-soft lips wrapped themselves around the tip of my dick, while a finger pressed harder against my backhole. Slowly he sucked my rod deep into his eager mouth, tongue dancing along my shaft. His finger squeezed through my ass muscle and snaked its way up to my prostate. His mouth backed off my rod and plunged hungrily again. He kept up a steady rhythm and, even as drunk as I was, it wasn't long before it achieved the desired effect. I felt a churning sensation in my balls, which grew stronger every time he buried my cock in the soft tissues of his throat. Waves of erotic sparks washed across my body. I was gonna blow a big one. He must've known, because just as I was ready to blast his tonsils, he pulled off, mashed my prostate, and watched me shudder and groan as I shot all over the place. I literally felt a blast of energy gather up from my head and my feet and blow itself out my cumming cock.
"Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww" I groaned. Cum shot everywhere, over his head, over my head, on his glasses. Each pulsing stream spewed wildly in different directions. My head was swimming. For several seconds afterward my cock twitched madly with orgastic spasms. I thought I was going to pass out. He kept still, his arm over me. "Geezus!" I panted, "Geezus!" I lay spent, my cock still rockhard from the intense activi- ty. He said something. "Huh?" I asked, lifting my head. "I said, it's my turn now." I looked down to see that he had taken off his towel, revealing a nice plump piece of meat that had to be at least seven inches stiff. I guessed that his finger had only been the first thing that was going to snake its way into my bunghole. He turned me over, spread my legs, and lay down on top of me, his furry chest resting on my smooth back. I felt his cock nestle itself in my ass- crack, and slowly it started sliding up and down. "C'mon man, fuck me, that's what you want." "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't," he replied, "But it's no fun if you don't play a little bit first."
With that, his hands slid under my armpits and started massaging my tits, making them hard and hot. His tongue traced wet designs on the back of my neck. Even though I had cum less than five minutes ago, my still-rockhard dick started twitching again. And, to my surprise, so did my asshole. Each downward slide brought the tip of his cock closer to my chute, and I itched with the thought of having it inside me. Suddenly the pumping stopped, and he sat up. I listened to the gooey sounds of lube and a condom being applied. Then he pumped my asscrack again. "Ready?" he asked. I grunted heavily.
The tip of his tool aimed itself for entry, pressing against me, while he nibbled on my neck and massaged my shoulders. After about a minute, his cock slid gently in, burying itself deep inside me. I was surprised to find myself filled with seven inches of good hot groaner manmeat. "Oh that feels good. Now do something with it." I commanded. "As you wish." he replied. He raised up on his arms, pulled his cock out to the tip, and rammed it back in, his pubes mashing against my buns. He kept this up, stretching my hole and then pulling out, his balls slapping against mine. Occasionally he would shift his aim so his cock pressed hard against one side. He would piston pound for a couple of minutes, then slow down to a gentle sliding motion. Drops of sweat fell from him and mixed with my own. Breathing harder, I spread my legs even wider. "C'mon, fuck me, dammit!" I hollered.
That did it. He slammed that cock home, aiming it this way and that, and made sure my prostate got a deep massage. Each drilling thrust rattled my body like jello, washing me with electricity, adding to the rumbling load building in my nuts. My ass was on fire, and my dick felt like it was going to explode.
Suddenly he grunted and changed his fuckspeed, straining my ass- muscles even more. I thought he was going to split me open. "Omigod!" he screamed, "Here it comes!" With that he buried himself deep inside me and shot spurt after spurt of jizz into the condom. I could feel his cock spasming against my guts. That's all it took: my cock exploded hot cream over the sheet beneath me. I think I screamed; I know I passed out.
When I came to, I was alone, my towel draped across me. I stumbled back to my room and got dressed. At the desk, I asked who was regis- tered in room 36. "I can't tell you that." said the attendant. "But I can tell you that he paid extra time on his room and yours too." "Oh, I see. Is that all he did?"
"Nope. He kept complaining about the young guys in here. Twinks, he called them. Said he couldn't wait for them to grow up." I smiled to myself. The game of young men disliking older ones was still going, with no end in sight. But every once in a while a truce could be made.
