Debauchery In Atlanta

Hey y’all! Here is a little inspired story I wrote tonight. It feels like it will be a 2 or 3 part story when it’s all done. The rating on my last one wasn’t very good. I hope y’all enjoy this one more. Let me know what you think. Please and thank you!

~Aiden

5am Monday Morning

“I know, I know! You’ve said it a hundred times.” Jason’s shoulders tensed in the mirror he was growling into. 

“I just don’t like it. You weren’t supposed to have to travel for this job.” Stephie whined from the bedroom. 

“It’s two weeks of training babe. I can’t do anything about it.” That vein was starting to poke out of his forehead. 

Stephie quieted in the defeating knowledge that Jason was right, there wasn’t much that could be done. It was a good job that allowed him to be home every night and weekend. She hated being away from him for so long.

Jason quietly relished the idea of a couple of weeks away from Stephie though he’d never say it out loud. He loved his wife, but sometimes she could be smothering. In the six years that they had been married, he couldn’t remember a night that they were apart. He had enmeshed himself into her from day one. A choice he had grown to regret. 

“At least get something to eat before you head out?” He could hear the resignation in Stephie’s suggestion.

“I’m just gonna grab some Mickey D’s on the way out. I wanna get heading, Atlanta traffic is going to be horrible.” 

He wasn’t wrong, as he neared the sprawling metropolis, Monday morning traffic was like a caution flag at a NASCAR race. It was bumper to bumper and everyone was jockeying for a better position. Jason, being from a more rural area was white-knuckling the steering wheel and literally sitting on the edge of this truck seat. 

Horns blew and cars zoomed around him on the busy city streets he was trying to navigate through, looking for the PLC training facility. Jason sat and exhaled heavily when he finally landed in a parking spot at his destination. In eight hours, he’d have to do this all again in search of the hotel his company had booked for him.

The first day of his two-week course was typical, introductions, class mission, and the itinerary. It was a small class of himself, nine other people, and the instructor and the day was painfully dragging. 

4:45 Monday Afternoon

After class, Jason joined the rat race of Atlanta again, dodging three thousand pound bullets through the city until he landed safely at the Holiday Inn that would be his temporary home. 

“Two fucking weeks!” He breathed out in relief. How do people do this shit every day? 

All checked in and trying to relax in the business class hotel room he occupied, Jason pulled his laptop out of its bag and powered it up. 

His heart rate increased as he fingered pornhub across the keyboard. Memories of his teen years came back to him. A time when he and a couple of friends were in their exploratory years, a time of unbridled fun. 

When his selected video started, Jason slid his hand between the waistband of his jeans and palmed his hardening cock. Being married, there wasn’t much time for these little hidden pleasures and this had been in his mind since the prospect of out-of-town training first came up.

On the screen in front of him, he watched the man on the couch talking about his girlfriend being out of town and wanting the extra money to do something nice for her when she came back home. 

“No, I’ve never done porn before.” The cute young man told the disembodied voice that asked questions from behind the camera.

“Ok. So, take your shirt off so we can see what you’re working with.” The cameraman suggested. 

The shy guy flushed and hesitated for a few seconds before standing and stripping his hoodie off. There was a hint of trepidation in his body language as he followed directions, flexed his hairless chest, and turned around. 

From behind the camera, a hand extended and rubbed along the edge of the young man’s shoulders and down the center of his back. The man complimented the interviewee’s body.

Jason’s pants had become increasingly restrictive so he fumbled, with his free hand to release the pressure. With his top button unfastened and his zipper lowered, he began stroking himself while he watched the young man being offered increasing amounts of money to take his pants off and stroke himself for the camera. He held out for a while but inevitably gave in when the dollar amount got enough.

The laptop on Jason’s chest shook tremendously while Jason jacked himself off to watching this muscular lad being paid to have his cock sucked and ultimately give what was supposed to be his first blow job. 

Jason reminisced about that time with his best friend, when they had agreed to suck each other off and not tell anyone. He remembered the feel of his buddy’s cock on his tongue and the way it tasted. 

Before his memory could play through until his friend came in his mouth, Jason had reached the pinnacle of his self-induced orgasm and spilled his cum across his belly. 

He ran his fingers through the warm creamy puddle before bringing his hand to his mouth. His cum slicked fingers traced his lips before he pushed them into his mouth, tasting his seed and sucking his fingers clean.

7:30pm Wednesday Evening

The class had gone as expected, and he was learning about the new logic-controlled system he would be working with when his company got some new equipment. The class was mostly full of friendly people that would all go to lunch together. 

But tonight, Jason had plans that he couldn’t stop thinking about. Last night he decided he was going to check out a bar on the outskirts of the city. 

He’d just go in, order a burger from their menu and have a couple beers. Although he thought about it often, Jason had never seen the inside of a gay bar. It definitely wasn’t something he couldn’t discuss with Stephie, she’d lose her mind. 

The curiosity and the short-term freedom brought on a temptation that was hard to pass on. He was showered up and the once over in the hotel mirror confirmed he was ready for his adventure. 

Jason sat in his truck, looking at the building. His heart was pounding against his ribs while he tried to fend off the sudden fear of what was on the other side of the wall. 

Fuck!

With a shaky hand, he slowly opened the truck’s door and took the trek across the parking lot. It wasn’t quite dark outside which made him look around feeling conspicuous, even in a city where no one knew him. 

Inside was pretty underwhelming. It looked a lot like any other bar he had been in, very dimly lit with neon signs on the walls. It wasn’t busy, but he knew that by the barren parking lot. The few people he saw inside were congregated around a wrap-around bar. 

Jason went up and sat on an empty stool and waited patiently for the older, pierced bartender to come to him. “First time here cutie?” The thin man asked.

Jason tried to steady his voice when he replied. “Ah yeah. First time in Atlanta.” 

“Welcome to Woofs. What can I get for you?” 

Jason ordered his burger and beer and sat uncomfortably silent for a few minutes before he decided to wander around. The bar was big and sectioned off into individual spaces. 

He strolled through what he assumed was the dancing area, a big space with hardwood floors and tower speakers in every corner. There was a slightly raised area on one end that he thought was probably a stage. 

Through a doorway at the left of the room, he walked down a hall that had a few closed doors on either side before it opened into another larger room with two pool tables. At one table, two guys were playing the game, the second was empty. Jason took a seat at a corner table opposite where the men were playing pool.

They acknowledged him when he came in and sat. Jason tried to be stealthy about watching them play and flirt around with each other while he sat and sipped his Budweiser. He got caught a couple times and inadvertently made eye contact with the smaller of the two guys on one occasion. 

At the end of one of the games, the guy he had got caught looking at walked up to him. “We’ll hello boo?”

“Hey.” Jason’s voice shook when he spoke. 

“You’re cute. What are ya looking for?” The man asked. 

He was older than Jason by a few years. His shaved head shimmered in the overhead light. He was attractive in Jason’s mind but he had never been approached by a man that was so obviously hitting on him. 

“Ah,” Jason tremored, “In town for a couple weeks and was lookin for somewhere to grab a burger.” It was partially true. He intentionally left out the part about his curiosity.

The man smelled sweet when he stepped in closer to Jason. His knowing eyes locked into Jason’s. “Are you straight?”

“Ah, yeah. Married.” Jason waved his left hand, displaying the gold band. 

“She’s a lucky woman. You’re scrumptious.”

Heat filled Jason’s face and he looked away. Oh my god! kept racing through Jason’s mind. He suddenly questioned life, was this what he intended? He knew deep down, that it was. He struggled to admit it to himself and he damn sure wasn’t ready to admit it to some stranger.

He felt the guy’s hand brush up his leg before grabbing his hot and hard cock through his jeans. “Straight huh?” 

Put on the spot, Jason stammered “Maybe bi?” It was more of a question than a confession. But it was the first time the question was put into words. 

“Maybe?” The guy repeated with a laugh, while kneading Jason’s tool through his pants. 

Jason was frozen, though he was unsure at the moment if it was fear or realization. Either way, he was motionless against the man’s advances. 

“Devin.” The man told him. 

“Jason, nice to meet you.” Jason’s voice sounded higher than usual to himself. 

Devin knelt a little more until his smooth cheek brushed Jason’s. His lips pressed into Jason’s pulse point before a light smack of a kiss left Jason fluttery. 

Fuck! This is happening! Jason sighed at Devin’s touch. His body had taken off on him! Pulses of electricity shot through his nerve endings and his eyes closed.

Another hand brushed across his cheek and he opened his eyes to find the taller man had gravitated toward him and Devin. Now Jason was sure it was fear that disabled his ability to move. 

Devin still held his crotch, still moved his hand along Jason’s restricted length while both men kissed and sucked on either side of his neck. Jason breathed out heavy hot breaths.

Devin lowered himself and turned Jason’s chair before crawling between his legs. He began stripping Jason by opening the fly on his pants, button first then zipper down. 

The taller man was still focused on Jason’s tender skin around his neck and jawline when Devin reached into Jason’s boxers and freed his erection. 

Devin licked around the rim of Jason’s mushroom head before pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit. Jason moaned at the sensations, his head leaned back and rested on the wall behind him. 

“Oh fuck!” Jason cried when he felt the moist heat of Devin’s mouth engulf his needy cock. 

Devin moaned vibrations through Jason’s shaft that courted through him, blending into the chills that the taller dark haired man sent through him from his neck. “Oh…” Jason whimpered. 

Devin’s cheeks were hollowed while his lips slid skillfully up and down the length of Jason’s cock, his tongue padded side to side as he descended to the hilt of Jason and back up.

“Ahem” 

Jason’s eyes shot open to see the bartender standing in the doorway with his burger and some fries on a plate. “Shit.” he mumbled under his breath. 

The bartender barely flinched at the sight he walked into. He walked over smiling and set the food down next to Jason’s half-empty beer. “You boys take it easy on our guest here. Got it?” 

Devin never stopped sucking on Jason, but his head moved slightly in agreement. The other man grunted his willingness to follow the command. And the third guy left, looking back for a few seconds before leaving the three of them to their play. 

Breaking away from Jason’s neck, the third guy bent down and licked Devin’s ear lobe and Devin released Jason from his mouth to take the other man’s mouth in a deep kiss. 

When their kiss found its end, Devin stood and backed away leaving room for his buddy to squat in front of Jason and take over where Devin had left off. He moved to Jason’s side and opened his pants, bringing out his cock and stroking it next to Jason’s face. 

Fucking fuck!

There was a voice in Jason’s mind where he heard Get up, get the fuck outta here. But the other voice he heard told him to, Turn your head, take him into your mouth!

He salivated at the thought of taking Devin into his mouth. His mind was wrecked from the sensations and hormones that raced through his body and veins. He turned his head, watching Devin stroke his meat, and looked up at him. 

Devin’s devilish grin sparked a need in Jason and he opened his mouth. Devin moved closer and rested the head of his cock on Jason’s lower lip. 

It was uncontrollable, involuntary when Jason’s tongue pushed forward and connected with the soft skin. He lapped around before his tongue slid up, tasting the little stream of precum that began leaking from Devin’s slit. 

The man between his legs was cupping and fondling Jason’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Pressure was building in Jason’s core. Devin, with his cock resting impatiently on Jason’s lip started sliding himself in slowly. 

When Devin’s mushroom rested on Jason’s tongue he closed his lips around the shaft of Devin’s cock. He couldn’t bring himself to suck, or to move. He felt immobilized from everything he felt, both internally and externally. Like a puppet, Jason waited for someone to pull his strings. 

There was a coldness building in his toes, that crept up his legs. He moaned around Devin’s cock, his tongue feeling weighed down. The early signs of his own orgasm climbed through his body like a slow-moving hurricane. 

Devin’s impatience overtook him and he pushed into Jason’s warm, wet mouth and started skull fucking him. He slid across Jason’s lightly closed lips dragging filthy moans as he pulled out, pushing unholy groans when he pushed in. 

The first time Jason felt Devin’s cock ram the back of his throat, he knew it was over. His body tensed even more and his cock throbbed in the other man’s mouth. Jason’s eyes closed, darkening everything around him when he erupted gobs of cum into the taller man’s throat. 

Humming and slurping sounds rang out from between Jason’s legs from his new friend. Jason’s body writhed from the force of his release, his lips opened around the cock that penetrated his mouth to allow the passage of breathy moans and sighs over the man below him milking him dry. 

When his wherewithal came back to him, Jason locked his lips around the shaft that was unscrupulously fucking his face and hollowed his cheeks, increasing the vacuum around Devin. 

Jason felt Devin’s hands lock on the sides of his head just before the motion into his mouth increased in velocity. Devin grunted and groaned and fucked into Jason’s willing mouth for who knows how many minutes until he found his limit. Jason didn’t know. 

Devin forced his cock deep into Jason’s throat and held it, holding Jason’s lips around his base until he boiled over. The cock in Jason’s mouth jumped and spasmed, fighting for release. 

Jason nearly threw up when he felt the first of several rivers of cum slide down his throat. Devin regained his ability to move and began milking himself through Jason’s lips, leaving smaller drops of cum across his tongue before smearing and pushing it down his throat too. 

Jason was wrecked, thrashed, and euphoric from the scene that just played out. He sat winded and still exposed while he watched Devin drop to his knees and let the taller man finish in his mouth. His tongue licked around the inside of his mouth, searching for more of the taste of Devin’s cum. 

12:00am Thursday Morning

Jason was showered and in the hotel bed, exhausted and ready for sleep after agreeing to meet the two men, Devin and Clyde back at the bar Friday night. He was informed that it was much busier and there was a lot more fun to be had on weekends.