Browsers

This is about an encounter on a business trip to Atlanta. Comments or feedback can be directed to me at tommy922@hotmail.com. Thanks and I hope you enjoy it,

Tommy

The interior of the Barnes and Noble was pretty much the same as any other in the national chain. Cozy, well stocked, and friendly to readers and browsers. I was in Atlanta for a few days on business and just needed a place to decompress and unwind. The latest techno-thriller on the New York Times best seller list had caught my eye.

"That one's pretty good, but have you read the one that came before it?" said a fellow browser.

"No, I haven't read much from this guy". I said.

The man smiled. "You'd be wasting your time then to read the new one first. There's a lot of critical character background in the first book. You'll be kind of lost if you read the new one first."

"Thanks."

The guy was a couple of years younger than me, which would make him about thirty five. He had dark curly hair and olive skin and a slightly Mediterranean look about him. He had a slight build, was a bit shorter than me, and dressed very casually.

"Did you ever read the one they made the movie from?" I asked, "The one with Angelina Jolie?"

He smiled again, "That was Force Protection. It was excellent, way better than the movie."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I read that one last year when I was on vacation. I do a little writing myself, short stories mainly, and I like that genre. By the way", I said, extending my hand, "I'm Thomas."

"Pablo, nice to meet you. Well, Thomas, I'm heading to the café to get something to drink. You want to join me?" he asked.

"Sure."

We got our coffees and sat down. We talked about my writing and about books we'd read and ones we planned to read, but somehow couldn't find the time to get to. We talked about our families. I told him about my wife and kids back home and he told me about being a boy in Spain and how he and his family moved to Atlanta when he was seven.

Pablo had almond colored eyes that were almost hypnotic and a disarming smile. It was difficult not to feel totally comfortable talking to him. I found him to be attractive and I suspected by his body language that he liked me too.

I was hoping for an opportunity like this. I had met a few guys over the years over the internet. Mostly gay chat rooms and personals and the like, but I had never actually just met someone and struck up a conversation that led to more. I had done so with women, but with men there was always the fear and threat of being seen by a co-worker or friend, or any other situation that could result in an unanticipated and unwanted outing. Here in Atlanta I didn't know anyone and hoped to take advantage of that anonymity.

I was nervous, but I figured, Why not? Big rewards involve big risks.

"Hey,' I asked a little sheepishly, "would you like to come back to my hotel? It's the Marriott and it's not far from here."

For just a split second, Pablo glanced at the gold wedding band on my finger before looking up and replying, "Sure. I'd like that." We left the bookstore together and Pablo drove us to my hotel.

We got into the elevator with an older couple from Europe. They got off on the third floor and the doors closed leaving us alone to ride the rest of the way up. Pablo and I were riding the elevator in silence when he reached up and placed his hand on my ass just above my back pocket. I guess he was playing from the same sheet of music.

Walking into my room, Pablo looked around in appreciation and commented on how nice the accommodations here were. I agreed that it was nice and added that it was even nicer that my company was paying the tab.

Pablo turned to face me. "Well?" he asked. "What now?"

I asked him nervously if he'd like to have a drink and watch a little TV.

"Thomas, baby," he replied in sarcastic disbelief, "did you really invite me here to watch the ABC movie of the week?"

"Well, uh, no, I guess I didn't. I, um^Å" Pablo mercifully cut me off from making more of a fool of myself by placing his finger on my lips to silence me. "Shhh^Å." He said softly, "Don't say anything else. Just relax."

He kissed my cheek and promised to be right back as he went into the bathroom.

I was excited and nervous now. I turned on the television to help me relax. Some old western was playing on the classic movie channel. I watched for a while and the bathroom door opened.

When my new friend stepped out he was naked with nothing on but a yellow LiveStrong bracelet. His skin was completely smooth and taught with the same olive complexion all over. He had a slight build and nice muscle tone. Not muscular or cut up, but toned. He had a flat stomach and sculpted arms. My eyes continued to take him in but locked in on his hard cock. It was at least eight and a half inches and cut. Given his size, it looked much larger. He was stroking it slowly.

"Why don't you get undressed and meet me I the bed?" he said as he pulled back the sheets and covers and slid under them.

I got naked and climbed in beside him. I was already hard myself. When I was beside him under the covers, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I was caught off guard at first, but I soon relaxed and began to kiss him back. My tongue explored his mouth and my hands explored his body.

He felt as toned and taut as he looked. He was nearly hairless, save a little patch of stubble above his groin. He apparently kept himself clean shaven, but hadn't done any upkeep for a couple of days.

I stroked his hard cock in my hand and began to kiss his neck and shoulders. He reached up and pinched my nipples. I pushed the covers back off of us so I could see this magnificent body as I devoured it.

Pablo lay on his back and I started to suck his nipples, first one, then the next. The one I wasn't sucking was being rolled between my fingers and pinched. I kissed and licked him further down until I felt his cock head rubbing my cheek. I reached down and stroked it slowly and played with his balls.

I wanted to deep throat him, but he was very big and I wasn't sure I'd be able to without choking. I didn't care, I was going to try anyway. I wrapped my hungry lips around the head and sucked. With every suck, I lowered myself farther and farther down onto his pulsing meat. I felt myself start to gag, so I pulled back.

I was impressed. I'd been with only a few guys, but none were as hung as this young Spaniard. He placed a hand on the back of my head and guided me up and down his dick. After a while, he decided to take a little more control of the situation. The hand that was placed gently on my head was now gripping a fistful of hair and the gentle guiding was now Pablo forcing me onto his cock as he thrust his hips into my face. I was loving it. I love it when a man takes charge in bed and forces me to give him what he wants.

He must have enjoyed taking charge, too, because I began to see a much different side of the gentle man with the easy smile I had shared coffee with in the bookstore.

"Yeah", he growled, "suck it, Thomas, suck that cock. Oh yes, you suck so nice^Åmmmmm."

He pulled out, pushed me onto my back, and mounted me. He straddled my chest and grabbed my head behind the ears. He pulled my head up off the mattress, shoved his cock into my mouth and started to fuck it some more. I had never been so manhandled and denigrated sexually by anyone^Åand I couldn't get enough. This is how I liked it and this is how I had tried to get other men to treat me. When I sleep with a man, I want to be his. I am there to bring him pleasure and get him off.

Pablo reached down with his right hand started to stroke himself as I sucked him. He was still holding my head with his other hand and pulling me into his rod. I felt a shudder in his legs and his breathing became rapid and shallow. He gripped my head even tighter.

"Oh yeah^Åoh yeah^Åoh baby^Å..!"

Pablo's hot and salty load spurted into my mouth and across my tongue. I swallowed quickly before I spilled any. More come as he dumped load after load of thick semen into my mouth and over my lips. He began to pull out and one last spurt shot across my face and cheek. He kept stroking his softening shaft slowly and a few drops dribbled out the head and onto my smiling lips. I licked them away and looked up to see him smiling down at me.

He climbed off my chest and kissed me some more. "That was great, Thomas," he said, "you give an incredible blowjob."

"Thanks, bud, but it's easy to be good when you're doing what you love." I laughed.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should have asked first if I could cum in your mouth, but I was so into it."

Now he was the sheepish one. "No problem, baby, I enjoyed it." I assured him. "You have a great cock and I loved swallowing every drop of your stuff."

"Now it's my turn to pay you back." He said, moving between my legs.

He started sucking my cock and licking around the head. He licked it like a lollipop and ran his tongue up and down the shaft. I moaned in appreciation of his talent. He buried his face in my crotch and sucked on one of my balls, then the other. He spent quite a while sucking on my balls and stroking my dick.

He shifted around some and got his hands under my legs and pushed them up in the air. When he started to tongue my asshole, I took over and held my legs so that my feet were high in the air and he could get to my ass. Pablo took his hands, now that they were free, and spread my ass cheeks wide so he could really get in there. He licked and sucked on my puckering asshole like it was a pussy. I could feel his warm, thick saliva running down my ass crack and soaking the sheet underneath me.

I could feel him toying with my sphincter with the tip of a finger; massaging it and stretching it. It felt great. The longer he played with it the more finger he slid in until he was finger fucking me with the full length. He bent forward and started to suck on my cock and balls again as he continued to finger fuck my asshole. After a bit, he slid in a second finger. I couldn't believe how gentle he was being. It was as if he knew exactly when I was ready for the next level. I could see that he could be just as smooth and gentle a lover as he could be an forceful and assertive one.

"Reach over and pass me a condom, baby." He said softly. I did it without question. It was obvious to me that I was going to get fucked and that my dark haired Spaniard had no intention of asking me my opinion on the matter.

Pablo took the condom from my hand and sat back on his knees as he pulled the wrapper open and took it out. I reached down and played with my own asshole for a few seconds as he rolled the condom down the length of his shaft, which was now hard again and seemed like it was even bigger and more swollen than it was while I was sucking it. As he finished, I laid back and pulled my knees and feet as high up as I could so Pablo could mount me.

He held his dick and pushed the cock head slowly into me. This was always the toughest part for me. Once the head was in, I was usually fine. Luckily, even though Pablo had an above average sized cock, the head was not too large. He looked at me with those gentle brown eyes and gave me smile that assured me I would be OK. He held eye contact with me until his big Spanish chorizo was fully inside me and was starting to hump me. God, how could this little man have such a calming affect with his smile that I barely felt any discomfort as he entered me?

Now he took over, hold my feet up by the ankles and sliding his dick in and out of my tight hole. Sweat was running down his chest and flat stomach as he picked up his pace. Wet ringlets of black hair were stuck to his face as he concentrated on fucking me. He must have noticed me staring because he smiled down at me. He pushed my legs further back and leaned forward so he could kiss me as we made love. I held onto his strong shoulders and felt him inside me.

He sat up, pulled out, and told me to roll over. I asked him how he wanted me and he told me to get on all fours. I did it and he mounted me from behind. I was glad because this is how I like to be fucked.

He held onto my hips and pulled me towards him as he thrust inside me. I could feel that he was really getting into it.

CRACK!

The room echoed with the sudden sound of Pablo's hand smacking my ass hard. I winced against the sting of it and I felt his hand smack me again. He was claiming his territory here. I was his bitch and he made sure I knew it. I wanted him to know that I knew it too.

"Yeah, Pablo, fuck me! This ass is all yours! I'm your bitch, I'm your fucking slut, baby!"

CRACK!

Another slap on my ass. The sting of it was really setting in now, but I didn't mind. He reached forward and grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me back towards him as he fucked me. I reached under myself and stroked my cock. I stroked my own cock faster. The pressure on my prostate from Pablo being inside me and my own self stimulation caused me to spew my load all over the bed underneath me.

I could feel Pablo's sweat dripping onto the small of my back and every couple of minutes he gave me another smack on the ass. Sometimes he would slow down his base and push himself forward, burying his cock deep in my ass and making me cry out. I thought I could feel his cock in my throat when he would do that.

He was getting tired, I could feel it. It felt like we'd been fucking forever. Then I felt a shudder in him and I knew he'd cum soon. He gripped me tighter and another shudder ran through him. He started to fuck me faster and faster. It hurt, but I wanted him to get off again. He kept fucking me and I kept moaning. I told him that I wanted to feel him cum.

Suddenly, he gripped my hips as tight as he could and pushed his cock so deep inside me that I thought I'd die. I felt him throb and pulse as he dumped waves of warm and sticky cum into my ass. If not for the condom, I'm sure he would have filled me up.

When he was done, he nearly collapsed on me in a heap. The heat coming off of him was intense and he was dripping in sweat. He was panting so hard he could barely speak. He stayed draped over me with his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulders for what seemed like several minutes. When he had caught his breath, he pulled out and climbed off of me and stepped off to the bathroom. I just lay their staring at the ceiling and feeling exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

I heard the bathroom door open and Pablo returned to the bed and lay down next to me. He asked if I had enjoyed myself and I told that I had; he was an incredible lover. I still felt immensely comfortable and at ease around him. So much so, in fact, that I lay my head on his chest and draped my arm across his midsection and ran my finger up and down his stomach. He put an arm around my shoulders, held me close to him, and kissed my forehead. We fell asleep like that.

When I woke up the next morning Pablo was gone. On the desk I found a note written on the hotel's stationary.

"I had an incredible time last night. You were a wonderful host and I

hope you have a nice time while you're here in Atlanta. Thanks again

for everything.

Love,

Pablo."