Warning!! Looking further will bring you to graphic descriptions of male/male consensual sex (I consent! I consent! Oh baby do I consent!) Avert your sensitive eyes if you are easily shocked or this kind of material is illegal in your area.
Gas station seduction; Part III
We pulled into a "Number 7" Motel on the outskirts of town, not far from the interstate. Room 117 was the place I was going to have my life change I thought to myself as we went in together. As we had ridden over on the bike I had started out with my arms wrapped around his midsection. Then, he had taken one of my hands in his, and placed it directly on his crotch. With my cheek pressed against his leather-clad back I gently squeezed the lump I now found under my hand. I felt the lump stir and it seemed to grow bigger with my touch. I started to gently rub him and my excitement grew along with the length of his cock. I could feel its hard length and heat underneath the denim. Soon I was using both hands to caress him. One hand cupped his wonderfully full feeling testicles, while the other massaged the length of his big shaft. I think we were both glad when the motel came into view.
After he opened the door to the room he stepped aside and politely motioned for me to go in. "Ladies first." He said smiling again. I was getting determined to wipe that smile off his face. But I was very flattered and referring to me as a lady turned me on even more. I stepped into the room and heard him close the door behind me. Before I could turn to face him he was behind me, holding me by the shoulders. "Don't turn around," he said. "Just stand there." So I did. He reached around me and gently cupped my "breasts." I mean, where I would have had breasts. But I do have nipples, and they were on fire as he slowly squeezed and massaged them. I felt a moan escape my lips as his hands continued to roam my body. I felt his face nuzzling my cheek and without thinking I turned and found his lips on mine.
If I wasn't lost before, I certainly was now because as he kissed me I felt everything fall into place. It felt natural for this man to be kissing me. I felt every bit a girl. I turned to face him and felt his arms encircle me and I kissed him back with everything in my teenage body. I wanted this man, and I wanted him to know that. And feeling his hard cock press against me I was determined to make him never regret picking me to be his lover.
Just when I was ready to jump on him, he broke the kiss. "Strip" was all he said. I stood back from him and noticed I was panting from the excitement of what we had just been doing. At this point it felt very natural to do what he told me, and letting him see my naked body was pretty much exactly what I wanted him to do. Now I'm not a jock, but I am in damn good shape. Not muscular, but trim. And if I do say so myself, I have really good legs, and a soft, round, bum. My hair was long because it was the "in" style back then in the early eighties, or so I thought. Now I knew the real reason my hair was especially long was because when I looked in the mirror I looked like a girl. I had enough confidence in my body to belive he would like what he saw. God, I hoped he would.
Our eyes were locked as I unbuttoned my shirt. Tossing it aside, he could now see my smooth white chest. Then I unzipped my pants and began to slowly slide them down my legs, enjoying the feeling of becoming naked in front of him. After quickly pulling off my socks, there I stood, completely naked, in front of a man I knew had a raging hard-on for me. It was quite a thrill.
Now I expected him to do the same, but he didn't.
"Take that bag on the bed, and go into the bathroom. Don't come out until you're ready," and with that he turned and walked out of the room. Now I didn't know what to think. I had just committed myself to doing something that until a couple hours ago I never would have thought I'd do, and now I was all alone before anything had happened. There I was standing in the middle of a cheap motel room, naked and with a majorly stiff cock. What else was there to do but take the bag into the bathroom.
What did I expect to find? You must remember that all this was very new to me. I didn't expect to find what I did, but then I wasn't surprised either. The first hing I noticed was the shoes. Their heels seemed much longer than anything I'd ever seen my mother wear, and they were all sparkly and silver. Then I pulled out long, narrow pieces of material that was all lacey and had snaps at the ends. Finally, was the stockings. These I recognized and then I figured out what they all were; long white stockings, a garter belt, and very high heels. There was also a small make-up bag. I wasn't shocked by this at all, but incredibly turned on. He wanted me to be his sluty girl, he had told me. And with this on, I certainly would be.
Twenty minutes later I was ready to come out. The stockings fit well and I think the garter was on right, but the heels made me feel tippy and red lipstick I had put on was not like the girls in the magazines. But I could wait no longer. I opened the door and said, "are you out there?" "Yes, and I can hardly wait to see you." My heart was pounding when I heard him say this. I wanted so badly not to disappoint him. Then I made my first grand entrance. A little wobbly, but I did my best to have some wiggle in my walk as I paraded into the room. He was lying on the bed, and I could tell right away he liked what he saw. He sat right up and watched my every move as I did my best to walk like a hot slut in front of him.
"Did I do OK?" I asked in a quavering voice.
"Oh yeah. You did very OK, my sweet little fuck bunny. You did very OK. The only question is, are you going to keep doing OK?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Are you going to please me?"
Having gone this far, I knew what I liked, and what I wanted. I wasn't afraid anymore. So my answer came without hesitation. "Of course I am. I'll do anything you want me to do. Just ask me to do something. I'd be happy to do anything that will make you feel good." I think he was a little surprised by my candor, but not for long.
"Good. Then come over here and suck my cock."
I walked as femininely as possible to the side of the bed, and then knelt between his legs. I ran my hands along his thighs, feeling and rubbing his muscles. Then I carresed his cock through the material of his jeans like I had on the ride to the motel.
"You really want it, don't you?" he said looking down at me.
"Yes" was all I could say as I concentrated on my task at hand.
"You really are going to suck me aren't you?" he continued. "You know I'm going to blow my load in your mouth don't you. And I've been saving this one for days so there's going to be lots of it. Do you still want to be my little slut, and drain my balls?"
I unconsciously licked dry lips and said, "yes."
He leaned back, smiled at me and said, "then do it."
I unzipped his pants. I thought the best way to do this was to get his pant right off, so I stood up and pulled them off from the bottoms. And I just wanted him naked anyway. Then I did the same with his underwear. Now he lay naked from the waist down with a cock as large as a child's arm, throbbing above his flat stomach. It's head was like a fist, looking tense, and somehow angry. I decided I would try to be its friend, because at that moment I wanted more than I had ever wanted anything to take it into my mouth and sooth it. I wanted it to loose that tremendous tension I could see within it, and the only way I knew to do that was to allow it to release the seed built up inside.
I moved forward until my face was above the base of that magnificent cock. Then I slowly stuck out my tongue and touched my first cock. I started out licking from the base to the head until I could wait no longer. Grabbing the shaft with one hand I pulled his cock upright, aimed it at my mouth, and lowered myself onto it. Oh, the feeling! The texture. The taste. I was overloaded by sensations but all I wanted was more. More sucking. More cock. As I did my best to cram every inch of his beautiful shaft into my mouth he began to coach me.
"That's it, suck it, suck it, Oh yeah! Shit! Oh take it in you. Mmmmm my little slut that's it you want it Oh yeah you're gonna get it soon enough, Oh fuck oh fuck I'm cummin!" I guess I did an OK job because he came so soon. I felt the fat head swell and then my mouth was filled with thick, hot, sperm as he fired shot, after shot into my waiting throat. I swallowed.
There was never any debate in my mind about it. He was giving me my reward for sucking him well and there was no way I was going to waste it. I continued to bob my head up and down on his spurting cock as I lashed my tongue across the stream of love milk. I had never imagined so much semen could come from one cock. Again and again my cheeks would bulge with jism and I would quickly swallow that load before the next would fill my mouth. Over and over my throat would pass the mouthfuls into my satisfied tummy. Eventually his pulses of cum slowed and I could take his cock out of my mouth and rub it over my face, glorying in the sexy feeling of having a man cum on my face. Finally, I ran my finger up the fat tube on the underside of his cock to squeeze out the last of his cream.
He looked down across his sperm-splattered stomach at this young boy-girl that had just taken his load like no one ever had before and said, " Wow. That was fucking intense. You are a fucking amazing cocksucker. You really got of on that didn't you?"
I looked up at him as I continued to rum his semen all over my face. "Yeah it was pretty good, but..."
"But what?" he said still gasping for breath.
"I'm not happy yet."
"Well what would make you happy."
"Am I, or am I not your personal slut?" I demanded.
"Yeah," he said slightly puzzled. "Of course you are."
"Then why haven't you fucked me yet."
TO BE CONTINUED..
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