Hotel fun with a bi-curious boy

Chapter 3

Sweet relief

His hand snapped around my wrist and I stopped. He was grimacing, showing clenched teeth. I pulled back, feeling his tight hole still gripping my cock as I gently pulled an inch out of him. Hunter's other hand was clenching the bed, but he was looking up at me, watching my every move. I carefully lowered myself down to him, his legs dropping down to my sides as my lips found his. His hands went up to my face and he nuzzled against me, still moaning.

"You okay?" I asked and he gave a hoarse laugh.

"You're just really thick." I joined his laugh and traced the tip of my tongue along his jawline, burying my face in his shaggy hair to kiss at the space between his neck and shoulder. He let out a softer, higher pitched "oh" of a moan and I let my cock, gently pump from its place partially inside him.

It was middle of the night now. We'd been fucking for a couple hours. At times just kissing, or letting him go back to sucking on my cock. It had been a long time since l'd gotten to slow down and enjoy every small nuance of sex. And with someone as hot, and downright sweet as Hunter. I was loving it. But making sure this first experience was as safe and enjoyable for him as possible.

At first, he was tensing up too much. I could barely get the head of my cock inside. We tried on my lap, standing over him, doggy-style, but it wasn't much progress until I took hold of his ankles, put them over my shoulders, carefully doubled him over, so that the tip of my cock was pressed right up against his pucker, legs spread wide, that I was finally able to sink in. I watched his eyes get big, jaw dropping, his hands on my hips to stop me if needed. That electric moment, feeling his hole giving way and allowing me to enter. He pushed his forehead to mine, and called out my name as it pushed through and found its place inside him.

Now, an hour or so later, I felt those hands again return to my hips, and I stopped pumping into him, expecting another break. But instead I felt his fingers digging in, a tight grip, pulling at my hips. My face left his neck and I looked into Hunter's determined stare, jaw set as he pulled my hips toward his. I felt my cock entering new territory, deeper. He blew out the breath he'd been holding.

"Breathe, Hunter, deep breaths." My hands went to the sides of his face, my thumbs caressing his cheeks as he gave a nod, breathing deeply. His grip tightened and I watched his eyes roll back and he arched his head back on the pillow. My cock throbbed watching that. And I felt the base of my cock push against his stretched ass. And stop.

I kissed his throat, smiling. "You did it." He gave a light laugh, coming back to me

"Now what? I'll split in two if you-ohhh" - that moan of his repeated, louder as I ever so slowly began pulling out of him. It was gripping me like a vice, feeling it keeping me as I sank out.

"Only when you're ready." I reassured and he bit his lower lip, nodding.

Eventually, he was ready. His toes were digging into my pecs, I could feel the souls of his feet brushing up against my chest hair as I thrusted forward. Our eyes locked on one another. He was making that face every top craved to see from a bottom. His mouth open, trying to catch his breath, brows furrowed in concentration, eyes fluttering in ecstasy. Everything working together to say "how can he fit that all the way inside me but don't you dare take it out yet.

His hand left my shoulder, begging to stroke his cock with intensity. I knew what was happening before he even said it. "I'm gonna cum." He said it so seriously. It pushed me over the edge, and made me need to as well.

I pulled out as my first spasm burst a thick splash that hit his chest, splattering up onto the pillow behind him. It sent him reeling and felt his cum spray against my abdomen. I held him tight. Thick ropes of my load covering his lean, lithe body. His abs tensing, his body shuddering, my hands gripping that spot he was ticklish about earlier but no longer. We stared at one another in the dark room, grinding out our orgasms together for as long as they could last. When I collapsed on top of him, a dripping messy, unable to tell who was responsible for what, I found his lips and he folded himself around me. We finished kissing, I pulled him into little spoon against me, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. I listened to him talk about the plans for his next year studying, working as a lifeguard, and he asked me about the years after college, and I reassured him that there wasn't a wrong choice as long as you made a choice. He joked about listing me as a reference on his resume. And I listened to his breathing as we fell asleep.

I woke up to a loud knocking sound, the fog of sleep lifting as I realised I had been hearing it for a while now. It must have just gotten louder since the hottie that was curled up against my chest also sprang awake, his dark eyes looking up to me in confusion. We both craned our necks up from the bed to look to the hotel room door, but no sound was coming from it.

We both realised what it was simultaneously as it resumed The demanding, now very loud knocking sound was coming into my room through the still open connecting doorway.

Hunter leapt up out of the bed, and I could see the slightly paler skin of his firm little ass bounce as he headed to his room, his toned lean shoulders flexing as he gripped the door frame. He spun to face me, messy hair in his eyes, the flustered stammer returning like he'd been when we first spoke to one another last night.

I was fast behind him, standing up and quietly ordering “Go!" as I reached the door. He dove forward, kissing me awkwardly fast, our teeth practically clinking. I laughed, kissing back, then moving to shut my side of the door behind him. A flash of red in the corner of my eyes. “Hunter!" I whispered loudly, grabbing his discarded red Hilfiger boxer briefs from the corner and tossing them to the boy in the other hotel room. He caught them. We stared at each other. Naked. Unflinching. Neither of us wanting to close our doors just yet. Silence between knocking. I smiled. The returning thumping ending that final moment.

Hunter flashed that adorable grin, all teeth, shoving out his hand and pushing the pair of underwear into my chest. caught it as he let go and closed the door. I quietly did the same.

I could barely overhear the sound of him making some excuse for oversleeping to his family member in the hall. Probably going to be late for the tour of campus. My fingers running through the soft red cotton in my hand. Would he be going commando? I ginned, all teeth probably, at the thought. Then gently folded the gift and tucked it into my suitcase, next to a remarkably now lighter bottle of lube. I took a long shower and started to get ready for my workday.

Before I left, I made sure to leave my connecting door slightly open, and hung up the do-not-disturb sign when I stepped into the hall. The whole thing felt like a dream and made work that day surreal.

It was late when I got back. And when I opened the door to my room, I kept my expectations in check. I knew what experimenting and just-for-fun was like. I understood boundaries, moving on with only happy memories.

Fuck all that. I let the door close as I stood there, smiling at the familiar face watching tv in my bed.

"Too loud?"

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Our final night was considerably different. In a good way. Hunter told me it was a little painful walking that day, during the tour. A hot shower together made that better. And as we talked about it, we stuck to just grinding against one another, and some oral fun instead. Around midnight we decided it was safer to sleep in our own rooms. There's no easy or right way to say goodnight. Two-night-stands fall under a conflicting and mysterious set of rules. When you're kissing between connecting doorways, and fairly trading one of your own pairs of boxer briefs, it's next to impossible to shut the door, let alone lock it. I didn't sleep much after that. Found myself early for breakfast in the dining area, before the sensible vacation crowd was up yet. Finishing a second cup of coffee, I glanced out the window just in time to notice I was being watched. Hunter smiled, no teeth showing this time, just a content smirk on his pretty face, as he stood beside a packed-up car at the loading area of the hotel. I returned it. No moment like that is ever long enough. I watched until he got into the back of the car and closed the door. But not as it drove away.

The end.