My flight was the last to land at Denver International Airport before they closed it for the winter storm that was moving in. As the plane approached for landing the winds had picked up and the turbulence made for a bumpy landing. I looked out of the airplane window and watched as service vehicles attempted in vain to clear the snow from the runway, it was a field of white with yellow blinking punctuating the darkness.
Finding a ride to the hotel was a challenge. Most of the cab companies had stopped service to the airport because of the storm, but I was able to find a ride on a mini-bus that agreed to drop me at my hotel. The mini-bus was full to capacity, we were practically sitting on each others laps as we rolled slowly down the snow covered roads. It took nearly an hour to get to the hotel, by then the bus was mostly empty. As I departed the bus, the driver told me "Stay warm" and closed the door as I trudged through the snow into the hotel lobby.
The lobby was bright and welcoming and most of all warm. A large fireplace was blazing at one end of the room while guests were checking in at the reception desk. Since there was a line, I decided to wait by the fireplace until things slowed down a little. I made my way over towards the fireplace where there were a pair of brown leather sofas. I took off my coat and took a seat on the empty sofa. Across from me on the other sofa was a very good looking man, mid thirties, neatly trimmed beard, wearing a blue dress shirt and a tightly fitted pair of jeans. He had a drink in his hand, most likely bourbon with ice that he sipped at slowly. We made eye contact briefly as I sat down, then he looked to the fireplace. He seemed a little pre-occupied with something so I didn't make conversation, but sat quietly, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace.
After a few minutes I noticed him looking at me, discretely, a glance now and again. Now he looked a little nervous, anxious about something. I didn't think about it too much, because the line had evaporated at the check-in desk. I got up and grabbed my coat and bag and headed to the desk. A lovely young lady with a brilliant smile greeted me and took my information. She looked pensively at the computer screen and then swallowed and smiled again as she looked at me.
"Because of the snowstorm, we've a bit overbooked. Many of our guests flights were canceled so we're trying to find everyone a room..." Another nervous smile. "My management has authorized me to upgrade you to a suite of rooms for your stay, if you would be willing to share the suite with another person. It would only be until the storm blows over and flights resume."
I thought about the offer for a moment and decided to take it. The Inverness Hotel in Denver is a very nice hotel, I was a little curious what it might be like to stay in the suite and thought that the inconvenience of a roommate for a day or two wouldn't be much trouble. "Yes, that will be fine I said, but I would like to request that I have the master bedroom and that the other guest stay in the secondary room."
"Of course, if you'll just wait a moment, I'll have the concierge get the other guest and accompany you to the room." I thanked her and took my bag to the concierge desk and waited while he went about finding the other guest. My gaze followed him across the room as he headed right for the sofa by the fireplace. He stopped and leaned in to speak to the man I had sat across from on the other Sofa. The man smiled and got up and accompanied the concierge back to his desk. As they neared I was able to get a better look at this man, he was tall, maybe 6'2", broad shoulders, muscular, he moved with the gait of an athlete. As he neared I caught a glimpse of his package, I wasn't sure when I was sitting across from him, but I could tell now as it bulged slightly, pressing against the faded denim as he walked. Hmmmm, I thought to myself, I wonder if there's a shared bathroom, smiling faintly I returned to reality from my fantasy. The concierge stepped forward and said to me "Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Bender". The man smiled warmly and stuck out his hand to shake hands with me saying "Please, call me Todd". I smiled, shook his hand and replied "Nice to meet you Todd, I'm Mike."
The concierge said "Right this way gentlemen" as he lead off towards the elevators. "I really appreciate your willingness to share a room tonight Mike, my flight got canceled and every hotel in town is full because of the storm." "As long as you don't snore..." I joked back, Todd laughed and smiled. Things seemed to be going very well. I thought at least I would have a nice evening with a handsome man, even if nothing else transpires. After a short elevator ride to the twelfth floor, we exited and walked to the end of the hall. The concierge opened the room with the key-card and showed us in. The suite was large and well appointed with a gas fireplace in the corner near a 3 person whirlpool. The concierge took my bag to the master suite as Todd took his bag into the guest room. A moment later as the concierge left he said "And, please help yourself to anything in the mini bar, compliments of the hotel. We do appreciate your willingness to share this room, have a pleasant stay." He departed and closed the door behind him.
"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink" Todd said as he headed right for the mini bar. I knew he had already had a drink or two, but it's not like either one of us had anywhere to go that night. "What's your poison?" he said crouching in front of the mini bar. "I call dibs on the bourbon", he said over his shoulder, smiling. "I'll take the vodka." I replied as I headed towards the chairs near the fireplace and whirlpool. As I relaxed in the chair I watched Todd's muscular ass as I hear cubes of ice clink into the a glass. He turned about smiling, a glass in each hand as he walked a few steps and handed me mine. "Cheers" he said tapping his glass to mine. We each took a drink. He stepped back and walked over to the fireplace and flipped on the switch. "I hope you don't mind" he said, "It just feels more comfortable by the fireplace."
"Fine with me." I said smiling. I hadn't eaten anything all day and the vodka was going straight to my head. The next hour seemed a blur when I think back about it. We chatted about where we were from, what we did, whether we were married or not. As we started into our second glasses of alcohol, I noticed that he had unbuttoned his shirt another button. It was obvious we were both getting a little drunk. Lots of smiles and jokes and once in a while a fleeting glance at my crotch. He had been sitting with his hands resting on the arms of the chair, but now he had one hand in his lap, or more appropriately over his crotch. Every so often, when he thought I wouldn't notice he was rubbing it. Just a quick rub or squeeze, often quite while he was talking with me and thought he was holding my eye contact.
As we drained the second cocktail, the conversation changed a bit, double entendres, comments about how long it had been since he got laid. I played along and joined him in the conversation. I wasn't quite sure yet if he figured out that I was gay or if he really didn't care. He stood up to excuse himself to go to the rest room and I noticed that his package had become a full-on bulge. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I was getting pretty turned on at the thought of him in the other room touching his cock, wishing I was in there to see it. The sound of the door opening snapped me back into reality as he emerged. He was obviously turned on, what had been a bulge before had been "straightened out", I could clearly see the outline of his cock heading from his crotch towards his thigh. He smiled at me as he crossed the room, a little wobbly as he walked. "What do you say, we try out the whirlpool?" he said as he leaned over the tub trying to figure out the controls.
I was a little surprised and said nervously "I didn't bring a swimsuit." "Neither did I" he said slyly as he turned on the water. "We're both guys, it's not like you haven't seen a dick before." He said with a sheepish grin as he started to unbutton his shirt. "Sure, sounds like fun." I said as I stood up and started to undress. As I undressed, I watched his every move, and enjoyed seeing his toned body as it was slowly revealed to me. I tried not to be too obvious while I watched him, but he didn't seem to notice and he certainly wasn't shy about it.
As he folded his shirt, I watched his broad shoulders and toned arms flex. He turned right towards me and unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped them. Slipping them to the floor and sliding them off his thick, powerful legs. He was wearing a tight pair of white boxer-briefs, and his erection was pretty noticeable. He stopped for a moment, looking down at his body as his handed glided over his cock, he looked up smiling at me, he caught me looking. He didn't make it awkward, he just slid his thumbs under the waistband and bent over to take off his underwear. I had just taken off my pants and was standing up to take off my underwear as I looked at him, standing there, arms at his sides, with a thick, rock hard, 8.5" cock standing straight out.
Any apprehension I had about taking off my underwear to reveal my erection vanished immediately. I took off my briefs and my hard 7" cock popped up immediately. As I looked up I saw him getting into the water. A moment of confusion and embarrassment washed over me. Was I wrong about his intentions? Did he not like the way I looked? What was going on? He seemed kind of indifferent to the fact that both of us were within 5 feet of each other with raging hard-ons. I stepped forward and climbed into the whirlpool, my cock bouncing around as I did. I relaxed as the warm water flowed around me. "I have a confession to make..." he said looking at me quite earnestly. "Bless you son, go ahead with your confession..." I said in a priestly voice, trying to break the tension I felt.
"I'm straight, but I've always wanted to try it..., you know, with a guy." he said his voice sounding suddenly nervous. "When I saw you in the lobby by the fireplace, I kind of hoped you would be who I was sharing a room with." he continued. "I hope that doesn't weird you out and if you're not into guys, I completely understand...." he said as he started to back pedal. I smiled and reached out to take his hand. "It's ok, I like you too, and I would be happy to be your first experience with a guy,"
"Don't be nervous, the hard part is done, just working up the courage to say what your were interested in is the scary part. We'll take things slow and if you figure out this isn't for you, no harm – no foul." I said. "God, I didn't think I would be this nervous. I mean I'm really turned on, well, you saw that as I got into the tub, but I just thought...." he said as I shushed him. "It's just one night, it doesn't mean anything about who you are or what you want, it's just something you want to try, just relax and enjoy it. We'll be careful and it's just between the two of us." I said with a soothing voice. He smiled and started to relax. I moved closer to him in the tub, facing him, putting both my hands on his knees. His smiled again, I could tell the nerves were back, I needed to get him to focus on feeling good instead of feeling nervous. I slid my hand up his thigh, encircling his cock and slowly caressed it under the water.
An instant look of pleasure washed over him and his shoulders dropped. "Oh god, that feels really good" he moaned as I tightened my grip on his cock. I moved my other hand up to feel his balls. His sack was loose because of the warm water and his balls were about the size of golf balls in my hand. As I continued to jack him off and massage his balls, he let out another almost inaudible moan. His head fell back onto the deck around the tub and he spread his legs to let me get closer. His cock was so hard as I rubbed the head with my thumb, in circles on the underside. It was slippery with pre-cum, even in the water I could feel it.
I slid my hands down his sides and under his ass as I learned in to kiss him. I kissed his neck and his chest while his cock rubbed against mine under the water. He looked at me and took my head in his hands, drawing me closer to kiss his. His lips burned with passion as his eager tongue explored my mouth. Each breath seemed like the Santa-Anna winds, swirling past my face with eddies of heat tracing their way to my neck. I lifted him out of the water to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Finally I got a clear look at his magnificent cock. Hard, thick, long, dripping with water. The head a duskier red than the shaft and flaring beautifully wider than the shaft before narrowing to the rounded tip. I flicked my tongue at the head of his cock and it bounced around as it glanced off my tongue, so hard and rigid than any motion caused it to bounce around to re-center. I could see his cock throbbing with his pulse as I moved in to take a mouthful.
Slowly I took his member into my mouth from tip to base, the further I slid down his shaft the more tension I could feel in his powerful legs. As I neared the base, his hips rose gently to thrust the last inch into my throat. As I reached the base, he put his hands on the back of my head and groaned as his pushed his hard cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I held the position as long as I could, but just as I was running out of air and it seemed like he might be reaching orgasm, I had to pull back. Coughing out the first inch, then more slowly sliding back to the tip. "Oh god, my girlfriend has never been able to do that..." he said, almost a whisper, his voice shaking slightly. I just smiled and continued my work.
I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and worked it in unison with my mouth. As my head slid up and down on his shaft, my hand made sure that all of his cock received the attention is deserved. My left hand went down to caress his balls and explore a little. After a few minutes of working his cock with my mouth and my hand, I started tasting his pre-cum. I knew that an orgasm was near. With my left hand I slid beneath his balls and gently massaged his tight hole. "Oh.... Oh...." he moaned in sync with each advancing probe of my finger. It was if he knew it was pleasure, but didn't know where it was coming from. Feeling daring, I slid my finger into his hole deeper, instantly he let out "Oh god..." and filled my mouth with cum. I could feel his ass tightening around my finger, clamping down on it like it was holding on for dear life.
His abdomen flexed, his legs tightened, his cock spraying load after load of cum in my mouth. His body was completely rigid, like he had been hit with a tazer, convulsing with pleasure as he came. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, the contractions started to release and the fountain of cum slowed to a trickle. His body started to relax and his balls started to drop. His cock was still hard as a rock and very sensitive. It continued to flex erratically after the orgasm, completely independent of the state of his body. I was very careful not to apply too much pressure to it now, knowing how sensitive it would be. He literally slumped into a heap on the deck around the tub, for a moment I thought he had passed out. I could tell he was still breathing and his cock was still twitching. "Todd... Are you ok?" I said quietly.
"I don't even know where I am,,," he replied with a smile broadly across his face. I knew then, he was just enjoying the afterglow of a really good orgasm. I switched off the jets, rinsed the cum off my face and neck and pulled up the drain plug. The water was starting to cool off and it was time to get out. I stood up and grabbed a towl, drying myself with it. Todd just lied there eyes slightly open, smile from ear to ear, his massive cock finally reduced to a flaccid state. After I dried myself off I covered him with a towel and started to dry him off. He finally pushed himself up to a seated position and leaned forward and kissed my very tenderly and sweetly. Not a passionate kiss like before, but the kiss of a lover who is glad to see you after a long absence.
I finished drying him off and he stumbled to the bed, as did I to relax after the workout. "Well, what did you think?" I said. "Really? You have to ask?" he replied with a smile. "I thought the mouthful of cum was a pretty good sign I was enjoying myself." He said. "It was, but wanted to see how you felt about being with a man, after the orgasm, some guys have 'buyers remorse'". I offered.
"Not me" He said, smiling, "I thinking that I may make this switch permanent." he continued. At first I thought he was just being flippant about my inquiry, but the look on his face said that maybe he was serious. "Only you know what's right for you." I said supportively. We laid on the bed for a while talking, and periodically touching and kissing. He was tender and sweet, but with a edge of confidence and cockiness that made him very attractive. "There are just a few things I need to figure out yet." he said. "Like what?" I replied.
"Well, I need to figure out if I like being a bottom yet..." he said as he straddled me and kissed me, slowly working his way down my chest. "Experience is really the best teacher" I said grinning. "I know..." he replied as his kisses neared my waist. I didn't realize how fast I could get hard, but in just the few scant moments he had been working his way down my body, my cock was as hard as it could get. It bounced off his chest and along side his neck and face as he made his way down to my balls. He started to lick my balls while his hand gently stroked my cock. I propped my head up on a pillow so I could every moment of it.
He wasn't experienced at giving head, but I could tell he had watched a few videos at least. He circled the head of my cock with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He went as far as he could – just a few inches before he gagged and pulled back. "It's ok, take it slow" I said reassuring him. He smiled and returned to working the head of my cock. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. He really seemed to be enjoying it. After about ten minutes of sucking my cock, he stopped, looking me right in the eyes and said "I want you to fuck me". "Are you sure?" I replied a bit surprised.
"Yes, please be gentle with me." He said pensively. "Of course I will" I replied. I walked over to my overnight bag and got out a condom and lube, returning to the bed to find him on his back with a full erection again. "I think we should try this doggy-style for your first time." I said gently, unsure if he had fantasies of missionary position. He jumped up and over, onto his knees, legs spread and ready to receive me. "I'm just going to warm you up" I said. I opened the condom and pulled it on, lubing it well. I could feel how hard my cock was at the thought of fucking him, it was so sensitive, it was like I wasn't wearing a condom. With the extra lube on my fingers, I approached his tight pink hole. Placing a hand on his ass to let him know I was there, then slowly rubbing my finger up and down over his hole. Inserting it ever so slightly as I passed over it each time.
"Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes" he replied softly. "Just relax and if it hurts I stop". I said. Slowly I inserted my finger into his hole stopping after the first knuckle, then pulling back out. Adding some more lube I went again, this time to the second knuckle and stayed for a moment. I could feel him starting to relax a little. I finger fucked him a little to work the lube in and he started to moan. At this point I was pretty sure he was going to enjoy this. After I had worked up to the whole finger, I added a second digit, again slowly working my way in and stretching his hole as I went. "Are you ready?" I asked again. "Fuck yes" he said almost out of breath.
I moved up to the edge of the bed and lubed my cock again, lining it up with his hole, I rubbed it up and down against his tight hole and slowly inserted the head. This is when I could feel him tense up a little bit, but I just stopped and let him adjust. My cock is pretty thick, much thicker than two fingers and I guess he wasn't quick prepared for it yet. After he relaxed I started working my cock in and out of his hole, in gentle, slow, strokes, going just a bit deeper each time. Once I hit about three inches I could feel his prostate and knew I needed to take it slow. If he clenched up now, it would hurt him and he'd want to stop. "I'm just going to give you a little time to stretch out, ok?" I said as I inserted just til I could feel the pressure and stopped. "uh huh." he grunted. I could feel his hole twitching around my cock, squeezing and releasing. It was all I could do to keep myself from ramming him and fucking him hard, I wanted to cum so bad. After a moment of two, I pushed in further and he was relaxed. As I entered him fully he let out a groan of pleasure. I slowly worked my cock in and out of his ass, getting him used to being fucked before I fucked him any harder.
I reached around and grabbed his cock, which was just as hard and before and stroked him as I fucked him. Slowly at first, his hole was so warm and smooth, I couldn't help but to shove my cock in as far as it would go. With each thrust feeling his firm ass contact my groin and belly as we met. As the pressure built in my balls, I let go of his cock and he took over, stroking is hard and fast. I knew I didn't have much time left before I unloaded. I grabbed his hips and plunged in as deep as I could and just then, felt his hole tighten around my cock, pulsing over and over as he moaned and shot his load all over the bed. I stayed balls deep in him until he finished cumming, then it was my turn.
I started slowly with a firm grip on his waist, pounding his hot ass, then faster and harder. I could feel the cum in my balls, starting to work it's way up to my cock. Sweat was running down my face, dripping on his back as I pounded his ass until I couldn't hold back any more. The orgasm torn through me like a lightening strike. Every muscle in my body tightened as my cock throbbed and shot load after load of cum into is ass. I couldn't stop, I just kept fucking and cumming, it seemed to last forever, each stroke pushing out a new jet of cum. My balls ached and I finally started to slow down. As my muscles relaxed and I started to come back to reality, I could finally hear how heavy his breathing was, it was almost like he came a second time, with me, at the same time.
I slowly slid my cock out of his ass, followed by a dribble of cum. I pushed him down on the bed and collapsed on top of him, our bodies hot and sweating, hearts still racing. We both fell asleep a few moments later, I don't know that either one of us was aware of it until we woke almost an hour later, still in the same position we fell asleep in, sticky with sweat and cum. When we both came-to, he rolled over and kissed me. We kissed and embraced for a while, then got up to take a shower together.
As we lathered each others bodies and kissed in the shower, he started to get hard again.....