What the Hell Am I Doing?-- Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

What the Hell Am I Doing?-- Chapter 3

... his own small travel bag. “This way” was all he said, and he led me off to one side of the main building, the residential-style hotel rooms meaning there was a myriad of smaller buildings, and paths leading here and there and everywhere. What I didn’t know was Juan was staying in the same hotel I was. Even worse, it meant I was going to see him beyond this night. Yes, I was going to another client, but the next client was only a few miles away. I was staying in the same place for the rest of the week! We meandered, past the way to my own suite, and towards the volleyball lot. I had explored and walked there before, and always wondered why they had such a thing. No one ever used it, though it got raked and manicured every day. We got to the far edge, between two buildings, and stopped. He turned to me, and I spoke first. “Juan… not here. This isn’t the place for this.” I fairly pleaded. His only reply was to use his meaty hand on my shoulder and give me a hearty shove to the side, and I tripped and flopped sideways, stopping half-way along the volleyball court, on the grass. I took a moment to recover, rolling onto my hands and knees, when I heard the metallic clinking of a man’s belt being undone. I looked over my shoulder at him, and spoke almost nastily. “I am not going to give you a blowjob here, Juan… get dressed!” In the shadows of the building, I could see his body, and I realized, that like me, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His manhood stood there, poking out under his paunch, menacing at me while he laughed softly. “You got part of that right…” and he advanced on me.