Hotel Room Surprise

His voice rang out from inside the hotel room bathroom, strengthening your resolve for what you wanted to happen next.  “Okay, Ace.  I’m ready for you.  I’m sorry to make you wait like this.  It must not seem logical to you for me to shower when I’m just going to be working up a sweat again.  But, there’s just something about doing it clean.  Know what I mean?”

He strolled out of the bathroom, wearing just an oversized white towel wrapped around his waist, looking down at his phone.  “I took a few pics while I was in there.  I can send them to you if you want.  I promise I’ll delete your number from my phone after I send them.”  When there was no answer to his plea, he looked up.  “Ace?”  His eyes widened when he saw you sitting on the bed.

“I sent Ace home,” you said to him, coldly.  Admittedly, it wasn’t easy to be cold to him.  All you wanted was to reach over and undo the towel so you could have your way with him.  But this is the way it had to be.  You needed him to beg for it.  And soon enough, he would.

“Todd....how did you...?”  He let the rest of his question go unasked.

“How did I know you ditched the conference to have a nooner with some random rent boy?”

“Uh, yeah...”  He smiled at you, obviously trying to normalize the situation as much as he possibly could.  “I-I wasn’t expecting you to show up here.”

“Obviously...”  You smirked at him.

“S-so, uh...  Y-you off work today?”

“Small talk?  Really?”

“You’re the one who barged in here unannounced and sent home my...company.  I’m trying my best to keep calm in this situation.  What do you want from me, Todd?”

“I want to hear you say that you’re screwing around behind her back.  I want to hear you admit that you’re living a lie and that you don’t give a fuck who you hurt!”

He put his hands on his hips and his consternation was apparent from the way he was pursing his lips and shifting his stance.  Even with all of that, you found him incredibly sexy.  Those graying temples, his muscular arms and pecs..the way his towel had started to sling even lower on his waist, causing the ‘smile’ of his pelvic bone to come into view.

“You’re right, Todd.  I’ve been living a lie.  I’m having...  I’ve BEEN having sex with men...for a long time.  I know it’s fucked up...more than fucked up.  But, what’s not true is that I don’t care who I hurt.  Having to sneak around like this kills me.”

Bull shit!  “You don’t HAVE to sneak around," I scolded him.  "You choose to.  You could be honest and live openly.”

He chuckled, still with his hands on his hips, and you had to use all of your willpower not yank his towel down the rest of the way.  “Oh, to be your age and still view the world through rose-colored glasses.  I’ve been married for nearly 30 years.  When we married, I had nothing.  There was no prenuptial agreement.  I built my life, my business, and my reputation afterward.  If I decided to - as you put it - be honest and live openly, she’d take me to the cleaners.  I’d be left with nothing.  Over the hill and broke!”

“So, you think guys are attracted to you only because of your money and your status?”

He chuckled again.  He seemed to enjoy exerting some sort of moral superiority over you, even though he’d been the one caught red-handed, cheating.  “I’m a realist, Todd.  If I didn’t have any money, none of the guys I fool around with would take a second look at me.”

You couldn’t believe it.  Could he really not know just how sexy he is?  “So, when you were in the bathroom just a few minutes ago, taking photos for your whore, did you NOT look at yourself in the mirror?”

“Yeah.  I looked in a mirror.  And I saw an old man with graying hair and a body that requires me spending over an hour at the gym five days a week to maintain.  I’m thisclose to being a pile of junk.”  He held his index finger and thumb close together to emphasize his point.

You brushed past him on your way to the bathroom and motioned for him to follow you.  In the small room, under the glare of the fluorescent lights, you gestured toward his body in the mirror.  “Look at yourself.  You’re not a pile of junk...not even close!  You’re one of the hottest, most desirable men I’ve ever laid eyes on.  You could go to a bar in a wrinkled shirt and ripped jeans, with mussed-up hair, and only a couple dollars in your wallet and you’d have your pick of any guy in the place.”

He blushed and grinned in the mirror for a brief moment before clearing his throat and adopting a sober tone to his voice.  “Uh, this conversation has taken a strange turn...and not just because you were chewing me out a minute ago and now you’re giving me a pep talk.”

If he thought things were strange now, he’d better prepare himself.  The time had come for you to make your move.  Taking a deep breath, you reached over and snatched the towel off of his waist, letting it drop from your hand onto the floor.  Standing there completely naked, he was an impressive sight.  Even soft, his cock and balls looked hefty and powerful.  And, just like the rest of his body, his ass had definitely benefited from all those hours in the gym.  Damn!

His eyes widened at your boldness.  “Todd, what the fuck...!?”

“Look at yourself.  This is what you have to offer.  Any guy would be a fool to turn you down.  So, why you restrict yourself to being in a marriage that’s obviously loveless and screwing around with guys you have to pay is a mystery to me.  You don’t have to put up with any of it,” you heard yourself bark out like a motivational speaker.

The next step was important.  He was standing there next to you looking at your reflection in the mirror, probably still trying to figure out where in the hell all of this was all going.  For your part, you were nervous as fuck, but determined to carry out your plan.  You took a step back and moved behind him, bringing both of your hands up to caress his upper arms and continued talking.  “You can be happy, you know?  Any guy would want you with arms like this...feeling them wrapped around him in bed after a hot fuck”  Your hands drifted up to his shoulders and muscular traps.  “Shoulders like this...”  You bit your lip and reached under his arms to rub his pecs...letting your fingers roam over his erect nipples.  “To latch onto these tits...”

The two of you had been staring into each others eyes through the mirror.  But, as you let your hands drift down his torso toward his hardening cock, his eyes drifted with them.  He opened his mouth as if he wanted to object.  But, his arms didn’t move to swat you away and, when your right hand hefted his ball sac in them and your left hand encircled his hardness, he closed his eyes, sighed, and let his head lean backward into your own.  “To feel this weapon punishing his hole all night long or to feel it pulsing and shooting a load down his throat.”

Your right hand let his balls go and gripped onto his right ass cheek.  Not only did his ass look good for a guy his age, it felt hard and muscular as hell!  “To be able to smack this ass playfully as he gazes at you from bed in the morning and tells you how fuckin’ cute or sexy it is.”  Your index finger dipped into his crack, playing with the hair and skin until it found his hole.  In the mirror, you saw his eyelids spring open.  But, instead of putting a stop to it, he let a small moan escape his lips when your finger traced the opening.  “To be able to use his eager mouth to open up the pussy of one of the most powerful figures in the country before fucking him like a jackhammer.”  You let the tip of your finger push lightly inside him as you leaned down to plant a series of soft and sensual kisses on his neck.  When you pulled back, you whispered into his ear.  “You deserve something real like that.  Not unsatisfying blow and gos or cum and runs with a rotation of randos.”

You removed your hands from his body and stepped back once you were sure that he wouldn’t fall backward, since he’d rested his weight on you while you’d been feeling him up.  He turned and faced you, looking at you this time without using the mirror as a shield...desire and longing - but also questioning - in his eyes.  He hadn’t lost one bit of his erection.  He was yours for the taking.  You just had to reel him in.  And, you would do just that.  “Did you mean what you just said?  I mean...  Do you really think those things about me?”

You grinned at him.  It felt good to be this honest with him.  “For longer than you think.”

He smirked at you.  “Wow...  Un fucking believable!”

He opened his mouth again as if he was going to say something else, but before he could let a word escape his lips, you leaned in to kiss him...something you’d fantasized about for years.  When you pulled back, you grinned at him.  “Does that answer your question?”  You reached down to lightly stroke his still-hard cock.

He swallowed hard and tried to look at you seriously.  “Todd, I don’t think...  I mean, what you wanna do...and frankly, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it too...  I don’t think it’s a good idea.  If we go down that road, people could get hurt.”

“So you’re gonna turn me down, then?  You’re gonna turn down sex with someone you have an honest-to-God connection with...someone who wants you and who you want?  You’re seriously gonna keep on hooking up with rent boys?”

He chuckled again and spoke with that same smugness he’d used earlier out in the other room.  “You don’t REALLY want me.  I don’t know what this is.  But, it’s probably some sort of complicated revenge plot.”  He put his hand on the bathroom counter to steady himself and he moaned as you continued stroking him, letting your thumb graze over his fat cockhead.

“You don’t believe me.  Okay.  I get it.  But, let me prove you wrong.”  You leaned in to kiss him softly.  “Let me show you how badly I want you.”

You took a step back, undid your shorts, and let them fall to the bathroom floor.  You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.  Then, you lifted your shirt over your head and piled it on top of your shorts, leaving only your underwear on.  The pouch of your boxer briefs was distended with a straining bulge.  “See me?  See how hot I am for you, mister!?”  You locked your fingers behind your head and let him take in the sight of you.

And he drank in every last drop of your body, even reaching over to feel your left bicep and roam his fingers over your hard chest and stomach.  “Damn, kid!  I didn’t know you were this built!  The type of clothes you wear hide your body.”

“So, what do you say?” you asked, ignoring his observation of your fashion sense.  “You wanna step out on your marriage with someone who wants you and not your money?”  When he didn’t speak right away, you grabbed his hand, which had been resting on your chest and directed it down to your underwear-clad bulge.  “Feel how much I want you.”

It was a good sign in your favor when he took his hand from your bulge, brought both hands to the waistband of your underwear, and pulled them downward.  Your hardness popped out and pointed toward him at an upward angle, causing his eyes to widen.  “Damn!”  he exclaimed in another moment in a series of surprises this afternoon.  “That’s one hell of a cock you’ve got on you, Todd.”  He smirked and then looked down as he grabbed his own hard cock.  “Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised you’re so big...”

“So, what’s it gonna be?” you stepped closer to him, pressing your body to his and letting your cock rub against his hip.  He inhaled deeply when you moved behind him to rub it over his ass cheek.  “We could have a great afternoon.  I mean, you DID shower, thinking you were going to get down n dirty, after all.  Why let that go to waste?”

He turned around to face you, uncertainty on his face.  “Todd, I just don’t know...”

Despite his weak protestations, you were certain you had him hooked.  “I do.”  You stepped out of the bathroom.  “I’ll be waiting in here.  Come and join me when you’re ready.”

Feeling pretty confident, you strode into the other room, past the bed, your cock pointing the way, and went over to stand at the sliding glass door that led to the balcony.  You didn’t even bother to cover yourself.  If anyone was actually able to see you that high up...well then, they deserved the show.  You figured you’d have to wait several minutes for him to find the courage to leave the bathroom and join you.  It wasn’t that you thought he didn’t want you.  You saw in his eyes and felt in his body that he did.  But, cheating on your wife with someone you know and someone you have as intimate a connection with as you showed him the two of you have while you were in the bathroom is a lot different - more of a heavy decision - than cheating with random strangers, after all.  You’d only been standing there at the glass door for about 20 seconds when you felt his hand on your shoulder.  Before facing him, you grinned to yourself.  Apparently it wasn’t as heavy a decision for him as you thought it might be.  You turned to see him standing there, his cock now semi-hard, but with a smile on his face and desire in his eyes.

“Todd...  I...  I think.  No.  I KNOW I want this.  I’m still not sure it’s a good idea.  And I think people are going to end up getting hurt.  B-but, I want this.”

Bingo!  This was really going to happen!  “What exactly is it that you want?” you prodded him further.

“This!”  He said, frustration at having to keep talking when he was so damn horny, coming through in his voice.  “I want you.”  He reached out to run his hands over your muscular chest.

You grinned at him and reached over to fondle his bicep and hairy forearm.  “I want you, too.”

“Well, then...” he gave you a smoldering look with a lilt in his voice.  “Let’s see what all of this pent up want and desire looks like when we let it go.”

The two of you met in an embrace and kissed.  The kiss started off slow and sweet - your lips meeting in several mini-kisses - before you connected in a longer clinch.  As it lengthened, the kiss deepened and became more soulful.  When you felt his tongue darting at your lips. you opened them and let him in.  While the kiss raged on, your embrace took on a more passionate stance.  You each gripped each other as passionately as you kissed.  Your hard cocks wrestled against each other between you.  This is what all of that pent up want and desire looked like...at least partially.

But there was one other thing you still wanted to hear him ask for.  You’d fantasized about it for a long time.  And you were about to hear him say the words you’d always wanted him to say.  As the two of you continued to kiss and his hands were feeling your body up, you let your own two hands roam down his muscular back to begin kneading and massaging that sexy ass of his.  You once again let the index finger of your right hand run through his trench until you found his asshole.  With your left hand and the other four fingers on your right hand,  you pulled his cheeks apart slightly and began running your index finger over and around his hole.  When you finally let your finger slip inside him, you felt his body tense up.  As you slowly slid further inside him, he moaned into your mouth.

You’d only gone as deep as the first knuckle of your finger when he pulled back from the kiss, causing you to pull your finger from him.  “You know, Todd, I’m sure you can guess this because of the career path I chose for myself and who I am, that I’ve always been the kind of guy who likes to stay on top of things.  But, I gotta tell you...”  Here it comes!  He’s going to say it!  “...whatever else we do here this afternoon, I’m not letting you out of this room until you fuck me.  I gotta know how it...how you feel in me.”

To top it all off, he reached up and ran the back of his hand softly down your cheek.  You reached over to rub one of his pecs.  As if it was a scene from some sort of cheesy romance novel, he took your hand from his chest and pulled it up to kiss it softly.

That afternoon in his hotel room seemed to both last forever and not long enough.  You did everything together.  You took his load down your throat and he did the same for you.  You spent a lot of time snuggling together, enjoying the body contact...kissing, touching each other, saying sweet nothings and dirty everythings to each other.  You enjoyed making him moan and squirm with pleasure when you ate him out to prepare him for your cock.  When you were inside him, his tightness and warmth enveloping you like a welcome glove with a perfect fit, you locked eyes.  And, when you finally seeded him, the roar that both of you let out was probably loud enough to be heard on the entire floor.

You must have drifted off to sleep afterward because you woke up on your side to his arms enveloping you and the feel of his hard cock against your hip.  When he leaned in to kiss your neck and wander up to your cheek and ear, you laughed.  “Someone’s horny again!”

He chuckled back.  “Again?!  Try still!”

You rolled over on your back and he leaned down to kiss you on the mouth.  “I have that effect on guys, I guess.”

He smiled back at your faux arrogance.  “At least this one, you do.”  He sighed and looked into your eyes, true affection in them.  “Today has been so great...better than I could’ve imagined.  You were right, you know.  It was a lot better with you than any of my regular guys.  Our connection made the sex so much better.”  He chuckled softly.  “Out of this world, actually.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for after the divorce, when we’re able to be together like this more easily and more often.”

His eyes widened.  “Hold on.  I said the sex was great.  I never said I was getting a divorce.”

“I know.”  You reached over to rub his chest, playing with the light hairs below his pec line.  “I’m not saying I think you’re going - or I expect you - to get a divorce anytime soon.  But, what we have between us is too powerful to go away.  Eventually, you’re going to want more for yourself than you can get by staying married to Mom.  If you’re worried about the monetary fallout, don’t.  The two of you will work out an amicable and mutually beneficial financial settlement.  I’ll make sure of that.  Just think of me as the angel on her shoulder, whispering in her ear about doing the right thing instead of taking you to the cleaners.”

He laughed.  “You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Not a chance,” you grinned back at him.  “But I’ve got one thing figured out.  I’m horny as fuck for you, Dad.  And now that I know the feeling’s mutual, I’m ready to go all in on helping you have a monogamous affair behind Mom’s back.  Having sex with my stud DILF father as often as we possibly can.”

“You make it easy to talk me into it, Kid.”  He reached over and squeezed your bicep.  "I think of the two of us, the word ‘stud’ is better applicable to you.”

“Yeah, Dad?  You think I’m a stud?”

“Definitely!”

“Prove it!”

He bit his lip.  “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Oh-ho, It definitely is!”

He took your hand and brought it to his hard on.  “You know...  You got to fulfill a fantasy of yours earlier.  I think it’s only fair that I get to have a go of my own.”

“Oh fuck, Dad...”

“Precisely!”  He smiled as the two of you leaned in for an extended make out session before he filled you full of your brothers and sisters.