Blizzard Bonanza
It was a fierce, snowy night as I slowly made my way to the motel where I was the night manager. It was my job to handle late night check-ins, post all the room charges, then balance out the books in the wee hours of the morning. Usually, I was finished by 2:30 am and then locked the front office door and sacked out on the couch. If anyone came, I'd just pop up off the couch and take care of checking them in, then get another bit of shut-eye.
This particular night was slow because of the blizzard weather and I was wrapped up and sacking out by 1:30 am. A short time later a battered old car pulled up under the canopy and this college stud knocked on the glass door. I could see as I approached the door to let him in that he was a cute little bugger, studious looking with glasses, sandy, wavy hair, average height and build. He came in, all damp and shivering, as soon as I threw the dead bolt open.
"Hope you have a vacancy," he said. "My car's acting up and there's no way I want to risk being on the road in this weather."
"You bet," I replied.
"How much for a single?
"$15.95."
"Ouch!" he responded. I've only got $12 on me."
"How can you travel with so little cash?" I asked.
He pulled out a Texaco credit card. "My dad gave me this. The cash is supposed to cover tolls and a hamburger."
"Well, I'm sorry, but that's the cheapest rate I've got available tonight. But you're welcome to throw a couple of chairs together and sack out here in the lobby with me for a few hours."
He had seen me lying on the couch under a blanket when he came to the door. He took a quick survey of the lobby and gave me a nod.
"Got another blanket I could use? The heater in the car is bummed, and I'm really frozen to the bone!"
I quickly got another blanket from the closet in the back office and by the time I came back out, he'd moved two overstuffed lobby chairs together, right near the couch, and right under the heat duct in the ceiling.
"There," I said, handing him the blanket. Looking him over, he looked harmless enough, but wet. "You're soaked from the knees down," I said. "Why don't you slip under the blanket and then give me those slacks and your socks and I'll put them on the heat register in the back office so they dry."
Within a few minutes, he was under the covers and I had draped his slacks and socks over the register. "I'm still freezing, especially my feet. They're really numb," he complained.
I reached over and felt his left foot. It was clammy and cold as ice. "Here, let me have those," I said, taking his feet and placing them between my thighs. "That ought to warm them up pretty quickly."
"Thanks, that feels great, but isn't it uncomfortable for you?" he asked.
"Not at all," I replied. "I just want to help you warm up as quickly as possible. Can't have you suffering from frostbite."
With that I rested my hand on his lower leg, just above the ankle. His lightly hairy leg felt strong and muscular. I gently squeezed his calf.
"Hmm, that feels good," he commented.
"Feels like you're a runner. You run track?" I asked.
"Nah, just jog now and then when I have time."
I continued my leg massage, moving further and further up. And the farther up I went the better it felt! Nate didn't seem to object as my hand moved to his inner thigh. In fact he opened his legs a bit to give me easier access.
After about a half hour I couldn't stand it any longer. "You know, I have a room at my disposal, and sometimes I sack out for an hour or so when things are dead, like tonight. Why don't we go back there and then we can really relax," I suggested.
Nate jumped at the idea. I quickly got his pants and socks so he could dress and we headed through the connecting door to a room in Building 1. "One thing I forgot to mention, and that is there's only one double bed in this room."
"Cool," Nate replied.
As we entered the room, Nate asked if would be OK if he took a quick shower. "It sure would help me thaw out," he said.
"No problem. You'll find everything you need in the bathroom, I'm sure," I said.
I heard the water in the tub start running as I quickly stripped down to my black bikini underwear and slipped into the nice fresh bed. This was going to be heaven, I thought, getting a chance to lie next to him in next to nothing and occasionally brush against his neat body. Really, that's all I was planning, since this guy appeared to be a straight arrow.
"Hey, Bob, how do you turn on the shower?" came the question from the bathroom.
"Hold on, I'll come and show you," I replied, jumping from the bed. I was in the bathroom in a second, and found Nate standing in the tub behind the frosted glass shower door. As I slid the shower door open, my eyes feasted on a sight to behold! There stood a naked Nate. He was no Adonis, but a really well proportioned 22-year-old college jock. His chest was lightly hairy (Just the way I like), and the hair trailed down his belly and expanded into his heavenly crotch. His cock was thick, long and cut, and actually was out of proportion to the rest of his build.
I fiddled with the water knobs for a few seconds, trying to get the temperature just right (and hoping to extend this brief encounter with him in the nude for as long as possible). When I looked up, I saw he was getting hard. Well, things were certainly looking up, so to speak.
"I want to get the temperature just right for you," I commented as I continued to fiddle with the hot and cold knobs. When I looked up again he was fully erect, and holding the flat of his hand in front of him, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his state as he flattened his huge prick against his stomach. It rose right up to his navel!
I'd seen enough. I gave the shower outlet button a quick poke and the hot water gushed out, surprising him. "There, that should get you going," I said, sliding the shower door closed.
Nate never said a word and I went back to the bed and stripped out of my bikini and got back into bed, ready for action. My prick was harder than I could ever remember it in the past and pulsed in anticipation. I heard the shower go off and a few minutes later, Nate came out of the bathroom, in his white briefs, snapped off the bedside light and climbed into the bed next to me.
A soft glow of light seeped into the room from the pole lamp in the parking lot outside, just enough so we could see each other in the dim illumination.
His hand moved over and brushed against my throbbing cock. "Hmm, what's this," he asked playfully as he took my prick in his hand.
"It's called a hard on," I replied as I reached aver and grabbed his equally hard cock through his underwear. I quickly slipped his underwear off and it was lost in the folds of blanket by our feet.
As I slid down and took him into my mouth, I heard is sigh of contentment as his massive tool slid in and out of my hungry mouth. Wasting no time, I nudged him over on his belly and my mouth attacked his gorgeous, willing buns. I slowly separated his firm ass cheeks and slip my tongue up his crack, finally tasting his fresh rosebud which he'd just finished soaping to perfection.
Within a few seconds I replaced my tongue with my roaring poker and my cock easily slipped up his hole. He offered no resistance; in fact, he bucked his ass up to meet my thrust and moments later I felt my hot cum reaching the boiling point. The explosion was the most intense I'd ever experienced, as load after load gushed into his waiting hole.
I reached under his belly to help bring him off while I was still in him, but I was too late. As my hand found his cock, the pulsing had already begun and he shot into my hand.
I flipped over onto my back and slowly tasted his nectar as I licked my hand almost clean. I saved the last savoring drop and fed it to Nate, who thrilled in the taste of his own juice. Then we lay cuddling in each other's arms for another hour as the snow and wind danced outside the motel room window.
A little later I returned to the front office to finish my shift and coordinate things for the morning crew. When 7:00 am rolled around and the morning shift arrived, I slipped back to Room 240 to give Nate a personal wake up call. It was the best wake up he ever got, or so he told me later. But that I'll save for another time.
Blizzard Bonanza, Part 2
You'll recall that in Part 1 of this story, posted April 6th, I met Nate when he came into the motel without enough money for a room. We made an arrangement and things proceeded beautifully from there.
The following morning, after I finished my shift as night manager at the motel, I promised I'd give him a personal wake-up call. And I always keep my promises.
I turned over my front desk duties to the day clerk who quickly began processing early morning checkouts. In the meantime, I slipped back to Room 240, and using my passkey, let myself back into the room. Nate had left the security bolt off the door as I instructed, and therefore I had easy access to the room without waking him.
I came into the room and through the alcove to find him lying blissfully asleep in the crumpled bed. His right leg extended out from under the covers and I couldn't help but notice his beautiful, hairy leg and magnificent foot, exposed for my viewing pleasure. He was a meticulously clean young man, toes neatly manicured. His leg, as I mentioned before, was hairy, but the hair abruptly stopped at his ankle, resuming at the top of his foot and also with some sprinkling on his toes.
Nate was sound asleep, on arm resting across his midriff, the other stretched across the bed, resting on the pillow I had previously used during our early-morning romp. The covers were pulled up on his left side, but angled down on the right, exposing a portion of his delightfully hairy chest and one luscious nipple.
I quietly stripped down and crawled under the covers. As I lifted them to slip into the bed, I was welcomed by the heady scent of him. It's hard to describe the aroma, but you all know what I mean. A slight damp smell, sort of what you'd experience if you went right for his crotch or armpit. What heaven!
Even after I snuggled up close to him and began enjoying the warmth of his body, he didn't stir. I slowly pulled back the covers, salivating over his beautiful well-proportioned torso. His magnificent, lightly hairy belly rose and fell in rhythm with his breathing.
Quietly, I snuck up on him, bringing my hand in contact with his half-hard cock. Still, he didn't stir. I brought my mouth down to his heavy balls and extended my tongue. Finally, contact! He twitched, slightly startled, but did not fully awaken. Then I moved my tongue up his hardening shaft, finally enveloping the head of his now stiff cock. His magnificent tool was now in my mouth . . . and Nate was finally awake.
I smiled up at him without releasing his cock, and proceeded to begin the blowjob of his (and my) life. I deep throated, swirled my tongue around his shaft, and took deep long slow strokes on his meat, then alternated with faster up-and-down attacks. There's no other word for it, I was attacking him. But lovingly, and thoroughly.
Nate began to squirm and respond to me. He bucked up his hips. He grabbed my hair, pushing my face down into his crotch. I took in the sweet aroma of his pubes, still smelling of our heavy romp earlier. He pulled his legs apart and drew them up slightly. I responded by grabbing his thighs and caressing the hair on the back of his thighs. He pulled his legs up higher and I again responded by releasing his cock and diving for his rosebud ass. He reached behind him, separating his asscheeks to give me better access. I tasted some of my still-wet cum in his crack, and as I write this I can still smell his beautiful crack, the scent of soap mingling with my cum and a slight aroma of sweat.
He allowed me a moment of bliss making love to his responsive hole. He flexed his hole, opening and clamping it, allowing my tongue to slip in and out. Then, as I rose up on my knees, anticipating a repeat of the fabulous fuck session we had enjoyed just a few hours earlier, he reared up and pushed my head away from his ass.
"Oh, no you don't," were the first words out of his mouth since I'd re-entered the room. "I have something else in mind for my wake- up call!"
"And that would be, kind sir?" I inquired.
He didn't answer, but with a forceful shove on his part, I suddenly found myself sprawled face down on the bed with Nate hovering over me. I looked back over my shoulder and it became rather clear what his intentions were. His cock was throbbing menacingly. And he had a gleam in his eye that told me I was in for a real working over.
And I was ready, willing, and---as I found out---able.
Suddenly, Nate's face was buried in my firm asscheeks. He roughly spread them as his tongue attacked my puckered hole. He was ravenous as he sucked on my brownish bud. There was no time to waste. It was plain and simple: He had to have my ass and he had to have it right then and there. And I wanted him to take it.
I'm not accustomed to being on the receiving end, usually, but these were unusual and welcome circumstances, and I was ready to submit. I pulled my knees up and reached back, separating my cheeks as much as possible to give him easier access.
He pulled away momentarily. "Do we have any kind of lube?"
"No," I replied in a husky, guttural tone that surprised even me. (My God, I thought, I sound so fuckin' butch!) Nate backed off a little, I suppose because he was afraid I couldn't handle that massive cock.
"It's fine," I said in an effort to encourage him. "Go for it! I'm ready for you, Baby."
"No! I don't want to tear you apart . . . "
"If you don't put that rod in my right now I'm gonna' pin you down and impale myself on it. And I'd rather take it this way. Now do it, you stud fucker, and let me feel you in my gut."
That was all the encouragement he needed. I felt the crown break through and pass my sphincter, which was offering little resistance. But, oh, what I would have given for a strong hit of poppers at this point. Even without them it was glorious, and I was delirious with pleasure.
It felt like Nate was pulling my insides out with reverse suction as he backed off for the final plunge before giving it to me to the hilt. And then suddenly I had it all, every fabulous inch. I felt his pubes tickling my ass. I was on fire as he stopped, giving me time to adjust to him.
Then he slowly pulled back and began a rhythmic penetration that soon had me clutching and pounding the headboard. My knees were forced out from under me and I was splayed, spread-eagle on the bed. Nate kept up a steady rhythm and I felt his breathing quicken. I knew he'd shoot soon and I wanted to be right there with him. I reached under my belly and grabbed my throbbing cock. A few strokes was all it took and I was there.
Seconds later I felt Nate gushing as he filled my willing ass with his hot cum. He came and came, his cock pulsing as he dropped his load into my eager, waiting asshole.
Suddenly it was over. We were both spent and breathing heavily. He relaxed on top of me, pulling up the covers. We drifted off and napped for about an hour, and then it was time. He awoke, quietly slipped off to the bathroom and then I heard the shower running.
I slipped into the bathroom, that same bathroom where I'd first gazed on his beautiful hairy form through the frosted glass shower enclosure. I slid back the door and entered the shower. He was shampooing his hair and didn't realize I was right in there with him until I grabbed his ass with a soapy hand. I caressed his crack as he turned toward me.
We kissed.
Yes, that kind of kiss, a deep tongue probe that sent my cock and his, into another stance of rigid attention. I was on my knees and his meat was down my throat within seconds. It took a few minutes, but I brought him off one more time. As I felt his cum gushing down my throat, I dropped a load into the swirling, soapy water lingering in the bottom of the tub.
Now extremely sensitive to my continued sucking, he pulled me off his shrinking tool and back up to my feet. We kissed again, then rinsed off.
It was over. Complete. We were satiated.
He quickly dressed, gathered up his odds and ends and was gone. He said he'd stop as he came through town on his way back after the holidays. He didn't. Somehow I knew he wouldn't. But that didn't stop me from staring out the big glass window in the front of the office for weeks afterward, waiting, and hoping that maybe this time things would be different and the knight in shining armor would reappear, as promised.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to Nate, what he looks like these days. Does he still have the slightly wavy hair, the twinkle in his eyes, the alluring sprinkle of hair on his toes? I just hope he's happy. God knows, he made me VERY happy and gave me a lasting memory of a wonderful night (and morning) that I will take with me to my grave.
Some people go through life waiting for that terrific encounter, that electrical moment. Sometimes it never comes, or if it does, they don't recognize it. My moment came. I recognized it, seized it, and continue to savor it to this day, many years later.
Thanks, Nate, wherever you are. I hope you're healthy and happy.