This story is intended for those of legal age and depicts acts between adult males of legal age. Any similarities to reality are purely coincidental.
Room 31 Part 1
I was ready. Six years of waiting and today was finally the day it would happen.
We started talking in 2014 on Grindr, go figure, but I never thought it would be a six-year-long waiting game for anything to finally happen. I can't remember how the conversation started but I remember being so excited to hookup with him. He was kinky, bi, and uncut. What wasn't to like? Unfortunately, I only had my dorm room and his car was "being worked on," so nothing happened. But we kept talking and sending each other dirty fantasies of what we would do once we finally met up, even after I graduated and moved back home and was five hours away from him. Of course there were periods where we didn't sext much either because we were dating other people or just not as interested, but somehow we managed to stay in touch until now.
And thank the gay gods we did. I managed to secure a job with an okay salary, with the benefit that they would send me every few months to their central office for periodic trainings. Free rental car, hotel room, and food were more than enough for me to not mind getting to spend a few days away from the office, and lucky for me the central office was nearly right back where I went to university - and only an hour and a half from my kinky internet lover. This would be my fourth time driving out for a training, and you bet I asked him to meet up each time, and now it was finally going to happen. The stars aligned, he had a working car, and I was able to get a motel only 45 minutes from him - took some convincing my boss why I wasn't choosing a hotel closer to the central office, but if I was willing to stay in a cheap motel instead of a cushy hotel he didn't mind me saving the office some money.
It worked out better for us, anyway. No one calls and complains about people having loud sex at a motel or expects the room to not smell like dried piss; this was going to be best case scenario.
Reaching over to the passenger seat, I picked up and drank the last bit of water from the gallon I bought before setting out on my drive. It joined the other empty gallon on the floor and I thought about reaching in the back and grabbing another jug. It was my aching bladder that convinced me otherwise. I could manage another fifteen minutes if I didn't drink anymore, and I think two gallons would be enough to start our fun. We both decided that after six years, we weren't going to waste any time once we arrived. He would be arriving first and getting the shower warmed up so we could hop right in once I got there.
Only ten minutes left.
My phone buzzed, and I saw his name attached to the incoming Snapchat. My dick swelled in a Pavlovian way. Opening the app and clicking on his name, I was greeted with a snap of him in an obviously cheap motel bathroom, completely naked and with two fingers up his ass. My foot pressed a bit harder on the pedal.
After the initial lusting over the sexual nature of the snap, I started at the rest of him. Tall, slender body with exactly the right amount of otter furriness that I craved. I could tell that he trimmed the pubes around his uncut dick. His fingers prevented me from seeing what his asshole situation was like. I knew from all of our sexts, snaps, and videos that he kept his crack pretty furry, just like me. I shaved last week, so I left myself alone before leaving today. A little more rugged than I would like, but I knew he wouldn't mind.
Five minutes.
I nearly wrecked the car trying to respond to him, so I let my phone rest in the passenger seat with my bag and briefcase. By the time I pulled up to the motel I was tenting so bad that I had to keep my bags awkwardly in front of me the entire time I manuvered past the check-in desk and through the hallways. We got lucky and were given a room at the very end: Room 31. The 1 had fallen to the side so it looked like it was positioned right in the crevice of the 3, just like...
Why was I focusing on the number plates?! Without anymore hesitation I opened the door and dropped my bags on the floor. I must have startled him because his back stiffened and he sat up straight on the edge of the bed. Our eyes locked for only a moment before we were both moving to the middle of the room. I let the door close behind me. My shirt was off by the time we reached each other and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and let them drop.
Without a word we embraced. Our toungues fought for dominance and our hands clutched for pieces of each other. It was the most wanted I've ever felt in my entire life. His skin against mine was like fire that ignited all of my senses. All of his scents hit me at once and made me feel like I would pass out from pleasure - the lingering toothpaste on his breath, the faint deodorant he must have put on this morning, the sweat coming from his balls, the smell of his hole on the fingers that held my face.
It was too much and not enough all at the same time. We only broke once to stare lovingly - lustily - into each others eyes.
"Ken," I said.
"Dell," he said.
And then neither of us could say anything because our toungues were folding over each other. I could feel our hard cocks finally pressed up against each other, held up by our furry stomachs. My hands found their way to his ass and my middle finger easily slipped inside. He let out a soft moan and that was all I needed to hear. Without thinking, I let my bladder release. The warmth from the stream made it up to our nipples before it started to splatter onto the floor. He gasped in shock but never stopped making out with me. Before I knew it, I could tell that he was joining in. Our feet were in a puddle of piss in no time.
Before either of us finished with our pissfest I placed my hand on his head and pushed him to his knees. His mouth enveloped the head of my dick without hesitation and in between the gulps to not miss a drop I could hear him moaning. He continued pissing on our feet and drinking everything I had for him just like I knew he would. We've dreamt of this day for long enough that every possible fantasty was played out in our heads and I knew every limit (or lack thereof) for him. With that in mind, I grabbed the sides of his head and held it in place while I shoved the full length of my cock into his throat. He never once objected and continued to thirstily drink from me. With his eagerness to let me do whatever I wanted, I started pulling my dick back just enough that some piss hit his face and then pushing it all the way back in. Once I bent over to make out with him some more and the swiftness of it caused him to cough some of my piss into my face, but I didn't care. It only turned me on more.
I kept kissing him and lapping up the piss on his face while I climbed on top of him so we were lying on the carpet in our piss. Our streams died down by this point but there would be plenty more over the next few days. Our makeout only lasted about a minute before I rotated so my dick could enter his throat once again. That left me to stare at his gorgeous, 8-inch uncut cock. I was proud of my 6.5" because the thickness made it look like a nice dick (and please many an asshole in my years), but I loved that I could finally have his meat inside of me. I started by gentily licking around the head, savoring the musk and mixture of piss covering it. But before long my lust took over and I was taking his entire length with ease while I pumped myself into his mouth. He soon started doing the same and our bodies began writhing on the piss-soaked carpet, wanting and needing the cum we each craved. Through our moans I heard a casual knock on the door, but neither of us were about to take ourselves out of this moment. Let them complain- we waited too long for this.
Whether or not the person left, I have no idea, but if they didn't they heard him let out a deep moan over my dick and I felt his cock erupt in my mouth. The warmth that slid over my tongue and down my throat got me there and I began unloading into him. Along with agreeing to drink enough water before arriving and planning to get in the shower, we also made a pact to not cum all week long. I nearly broke it several times but feeling my cock shoot over ten times into his mouth made it all worth it. And I was thankful for my full mouth of cum as well. So much so that when I felt him stop shooting I brought my face to his and shared the gooey mess with him. Our tounges met once again and reveled in the piss and cum that now covered our faces.
It had finally happened, but I still wanted more.
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