1. The Hotel Hookup


    Date: 4/3/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byblatant_bi_guy 

    ... blood in my ears calmed.

I was still rock hard as I looked down. A cooling string of jizz out of the slit down to a pool on his belly that had flowed towards his side.

He took a shower first and I followed suit. Washing the lube from my ass. The dried slobber from my face. In my mind's eye, his load churned inside as I absorbed him, bringing his essence into me.

When I left the bathroom, he was in his pajamas, lying in bed, snoring away. I smiled and put my clothes on.

Down in the lobby I grabbed the payphone and called the house, "Hey Cy." I replied after the greeting, "Can you come and pick me up? I'm at X hotel. Thanks." He was on his way.

I sat on a pillar support outside the midnight lobby. Cy would be there in under twenty minutes.

My ass tingled against my pants and the hard concrete. The nervous system memory pulsing through my system.

Cy pulled up in what seemed like no time at all. I got in the passenger side. He couldn't help but laugh at my grin.

"That good, huh?" I nodded, "think you'll still have some room left for me when we get home?" I nodded again.

It was cool and relaxed that evening and I rolled down the window to smell autumn. The moon was full, driving wild creatures into lunatic rituals. Maybe that's what happened to me?

The minute we walked in the door I was on my ...
    ... knees in front of Cy. His six inches in my throat as Rich tongued my asshole. Only a few moments later his six and a half would be thudding into me and I'd be swallowing Cy's load, coating my throat with his delicious taste.

It was November, 1990. Four months ago I'd turned 18. A hair over three months ago, I'd slept with Rich, my college landlord, the first time. A week later, his best friend and lover Cy had come into the picture.

I quit sleeping in my room two and a half months ago and stayed in Rich's, where every night he taught me his sexual talents. I soaked up the knowledge greedily, hungrily. The same way I took his loads.

Tonight had been my first 'strange' night. The first time I would screw someone other than Rich and Cy. I had to learn, to use what I'd learned to satisfy the man. To take my satisfaction from his.

He wasn't 'strange' or 'anonymous', of course. He was Rich's brother, come to town for a seminar.

I'd fuck him one other time while he was there. My little blue book, a diary of my sexual adventures, held him as the third partner I'd ever had.

Granted, our memory lies to us. I'm sure in the last 34 years some of the details have blurred and the senses heightened, but as I'm turning the pages of the first volume of my blue books, now on the sixth, I remember it like it was yesterday.
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