It was a hot summer night when I let myself get picked up in a raunchy roadhouse by this studly hairy-chested muscle dude with a two-day stubble. He said his name was Harry, I thought that was a good enough pun. We sat in a booth and talked and drank and we both got pretty drunk, enough that he let me feel him up under the table. I would have sucked him right then and there, but he said, "Let's get out of here. I know a place we can go."
Out in the parking lot we staggered to his beat-up pick-up truck. I opened the passenger door and as I slid in over the torn leatherette seat cover I was assailed by the odor of old dust, grease, and stale sweat inside. As he turned over the ignition, the engine coughed and the hood rattled and shook. Harry, swearing profusely, put the transmission in gear. The tires started to spin in the gravel then caught hold and the truck shot forward. Somehow he managed to weave down the two-lane highway. After a few minutes on this deserted road we arrived at an isolated motel. It was the cheap old-fashioned kind with a blinking, half-burnt out neon sign announcing the Bide-a-Wee Motel, a semi-circle of detached cottages. Dinky and run-down, they lacked air-conditioning and pretty much everything else that would provide normal comfort. To rent one Harry had to wake the night clerk, who smirked and muttered snide remarks as he reached up to fetch our key.
Our stifling room reeked of mildew and we threw open the window, but for not much benefit, It was a still night, with no breeze, loud with the serenades of tree frogs. The only thing I remember as we stripped naked was that he ripped off the new black lace panties -- bought that very afternoon at Vicky's Secret -- that I was wearing under my jeans. Then we collapsed in a boozy haze onto the sagging, lumpy bed. Harry was soon lying close on top of me, his right hand under my butt, feeling for my pucker. At the same time he nuzzled my neck with his bristly stubble and then flicked his tongue on my lips, before thrusting it deep inside my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, moaning appreciatively and then lifting my legs, our hardening cocks rubbing together. He grabbed my legs and lifted them over his shoulders, aiming his thick cock head at my rosebud. Then he spat in a hand and lubed his cock, pressing hard. As his thick knob entered my tender ass chute the pain was awful, but I wanted him so much it was worth it, just to have him on me and in me.
He took my legs off his shoulders and I wrapped them around his butt and my arms around his back, so that he was lying close on top of me. The intense heat between our joined bodies made the sweat from his hairy chest trickle all over me. He grunted and groaned and I moaned, both of us crazy with unleashed desire. The bedsprings creaked with each rhythmic thrust, undoubtedly audible in the office three cottages away. I swiveled my hips to let him know how much I appreciated his big thick cock. By now the male aroma of his pits and crotch filled the air, as he satisfied his lust slowly, slowly -- it seemed for hours. Finally, with a great rush of thrashing and thrusting and groaning he came and I could feel a warm glow spreading inside me. After a few more thrusts there was a big sticky spot on the sheet. I was in heaven and then -- glory be! -- I also came and squirted my juice between us. He lay on top of me for some time, our sweat co-mingling, and then he rolled off and fell asleep almost at once. I lay awake, for maybe a half hour, listening to the tree frogs outside and Harry's snoring inside. And then I, too, slept.
I woke only at full daylight, with Harry sprawled all over the bed, leaving little room for me. I had a terrible hangover and a rotten taste in my mouth. I looked at this guy, then at our clothes scattered all over everywhere, and I could scarcely believe where I was or what I had just done. I shuddered to think what my country-club lawyer parents would say if they knew their 21-year-old son was in a place like this with a trashy man like this, and had just done what I did with him. But I also reflected that I know stuff about the real world that they haven't a clue about