Room 224

I was reading some of my old stuff and thought the first version didn’t really do the night the justice it deserved. So, I decided it needed a revision. I hope y’all don’t mind!

Tonight’s the night. I thought to myself as I silenced the alarm clock to my right. Tim had suggested a plan for an overnight rendezvous a few weeks back, but ai was nervous and had continued to bulk at it. 

I’d met Tim a year or so ago from a Craigslist ad, and shortly after, found him on MySpace. Yeah, I know. It’s been a long time ago now. It had been several years since I’d moved away from Donnie and he had been on my mind a lot at that time. 

I was six years into my slightly unhappy marriage to the mother of my kids, a girl I started seeing in high school. We had moved several hours away from our home town and started a new life together. I admitted to her early on that I thought I was bi and it creeped her out. It was something we never mentioned again, until the last few years of our marriage.

The bi-cycle is real, and I’d find myself pursuing the m4m personals, fantasizing and staring at the pictures while I jacked off in secret, to try to tamper my temptations down.

One night I found myself returning to a specific ad that highlighted the tattooed torso and erection of a young man. The ad stated stats of twenty-five years old, verse and loved giving massages. After the fourth or fifth view of his post, a raging boner pushing against my jeans and a racing heart I sent a reply.

The next day he replied to a secret email account I had created to look at things I didn’t want others to know about. With my post-nut clarity and my bi-cycle on the low end of the spectrum, I hesitated but we emailed back and forth for a few days significantly shortening the usual gap from low to high. I finally worked up the courage to invite him over one morning while my wife was doing PTA stuff for the kids’ school. We met several times after that until this night and many times after

I took PTO for this night and we had planned to meet at a local motel. All of the details were etched boldly in my brain: said motel, room 224, seven-fifteen pm. 

As I pulled into the parking lot a familiar voice ran through my mind, We’ll leave the light on for ya. My heart had been racing all evening, waiting for my normal time to leave for work. It only beat harder and faster as I pulled my non-descript Cavalier into the best-hidden parking spot I could find. 

I watched for prying eyes before I got out and closed and locked the door. I moved across the dimly lit lot, still scanning for witnesses that realistically, I knew didn’t care who I was or what I was doing. That fact didn’t stop the fear of being caught or the nervous excitement I had felt all day.

At the top of the stairs to the second story, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear my heart was going to explode! I thought as I passed several doors with gold-plated numbers on them. 

Here it is. My mind confirmed what my eyes had seen. Fuck! One last look around revealed a heavy-set guy across the parking lot in an oversized flannel jacket watching me as he puffed endlessly on his cigarette. The sporadic red glow seemed to show his red-lit face and a disgusted judgment towards me.

Still looking over my shoulder I gave the heavy steel door a trepidatious knock. Come on! I cursed internally, hoping Tim would open the door and I could hurry inside, out of view.

When the door finally opened, a few long seconds after my knuckles tapped on it, there he was! Tim opened the door wide, standing in the cold January night’s breeze in nothing but a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. 

“Come inside Aiden.” He ushered me in with a wave of his hand. 

I completely forgot about the fat guy, getting lost in Tim’s smooth bare chest. His blue eyes looked down into my own and his soft inviting smile forced my excitement back to the forefront of my mind. Fuck, he was sexy! 

“Uh, yeah. Hi Tim.” I studdered like a fool. “How are you?”

“Happy now that you’re here!” He told me before passing deeper into the room.

With little apprehension, I followed him, closing the door behind us, and sat on the edge of the bed. Tim knew what I wanted and was all too eager to give it to me. He moved in closer to me, I spread my legs to let him in. 

“I missed you Aiden.” He admitted.

“I know.” I breathed in the scent of Lever 2000 from his skin. “Me too!”

I raked my fingertips from his well-defined chest, down his smooth stomach, and over the hippyish-looking sun tattoo that circled his belly button until I reached the white cotton towel that masked his swollen cock. I untucked the fold from between the fabric and his olive skin and the towel fell to his feet.

“Yes!” I whispered, looking at his eight-inch cock begging me to take it into my mouth.

I coiled my fingers around the shaft and pulled him in closer so I could run my tongue across his mushroom head and over his slit. I licked around its rim bringing a sigh from him. He tasted so fucking good! 

I gave him a gentle push backward and dropped to my knees in front of him. My nose brushed his cock as I licked him up to his tip. I pressed my lips to him, giving his beautiful cock a soft kiss.

Tim laid his hands on either side of my head, and looked down at me, looking up into his sky-blue eyes and smiled. He had become such a comfort to me.  I smiled back before I took him into my hungry mouth.

The weight of his cock sliding across my tongue and into my throat sent tremors through my body while I worked my lips up and down his length. His fingers gripped tighter into my scalp, the longer I gave my throat to him. 

His hips bucked into me, fucking my face with shallow thrusts and I could feel the intensity of my cock growing hot. I took him out of my mouth,  stroked him, and licked his smooth shaved balls. 

He pulled me to my feet, “let’s get rid of these.” he said, pulling my work shirt over my head. 

I lifted my arms to let him disrobe me. “Sounds good,” I told him and started unbuckling my belt. Tim knelt, untying my boots and taking them off before he helped my shimmy out of my jeans and boxers. 

I felt my natural discomfort when he stood and let his eyes wander down my body. My hands hung limp at my sides, enjoying the uncomfortable inspection from him. 

When he took all of me in, he laid me down on the bed and hovered over me. “God, you’re so sexy.” he cooed. 

“Mmhmm.” I resisted. “Only in your eyes.”

I was at least ten years older than Tim, a few inches shorter and undeniably not as athletic as him. Slowly creeping up on forty, I had slowed down quite a bit. Except for chasing kids around, my daily routine was a mechanic on a rotating shift that didn’t leave much time or energy time for exercise.

“But this,” I moaned needfully at his cock, “this is sexy.” 

Tim lowered himself, taking my mouth in a frenzied kiss, his tongue prodding in. Our tongues lapped over each other and I could taste the freshly smoked marijuana on his lips. I wasn’t a pot smoker, but tasting his habit in our kisses was always such a turn-on for me. It made me feel dirty, scandalous even. 

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before dragging his tongue along my jawline to the soft skin of my neck. I hissed when he clamped his teeth into my neck. 

“No marks, remember?” I didn’t want the wife to see them. 

Tim groaned, likely disappointed by my restrictions on what he could do to me while he had me. It didn’t hamper his intentions. He left damp spots with every kiss down my hairy chest and stomach before his mouth engulfed my hardness. An unstoppable whimper escaped my lips when his warm mouth took me in.

“Tim,” I whined, “fuck!” 

My wife didn’t do that, not since a couples swap that I let things get a little too far and came in our friend’s wife’s throat. She said it brought back memories of my betrayal. But Tim, god damn, he enjoyed my cock in his mouth, and he was so good at it. 

I thrust myself upward into him, feeling myself hitting the back of his throat, and moaned again. He hummed his approval on my cock, sending vibrations across my body. 

When he came up for air, he flashed a dangerous grin at me. I loved the way he handled me, confident, strong, and careful… most of the time. He stood over me, and the hands of a masseur slid along my body. He spent indulging my sensation kink with his feather-light fingertips before he slapped the exposed side of my ass.

I squealed at the contrasting sensations. “I fucking love your reactions Aiden.” 

It was true, I had learned early on that I didn’t have to hold back with him. A deep level of trust had developed between us over the last year. It was a bond that, to this day I treasure. 

Tim stood and padded to a small red duffel that sat along the wall next to the bed and retrieved a bottle of lube before returning to stand above me. I smiled and moaned, I knew what was next. 

“Take me baby!” I cried. “Make me yours tonight!”

I hadn’t spent a whole night with a man since my teen years when Donnie and I would camp in the woods behind our neighborhood. He would fuck me over and over until we were both ruined. Another bond I will always treasure.

I felt Tim’s cold slick finger slide down my taint, slowly making its torturous journey to my entrance. He rubbed around my muscle, relaxing it, readying it for penetration.

“Who’s hole is this?” Tim growled his finger pressing into me.

“Yours.” I breathed.

“Good boy!” He knew all the right things to say to turn my submissive loose.

I rocked back into his finger, I needed him inside me so bad. I heard him chuckle at my movements. He was being slow with intentionality. He wanted me to beg. 

I had a love-hate relationship with begging him to fuck me. It embarrassed me to feel so needy for his cock, and that made me need him inside me even more. I guess even early on, I had the seedlings of a humiliation kink, before I knew it was a thing.

His finger slowly entered and withdrew from my body, cycling feelings of being full and emptied, I whined at the empty. My cock pulsed tighter when he pushed inward. Dammit, he knew how to wind me up!

“Tim,” I whined like a spoiled child. “you’re killin me here!” 

“What do you need baby boy?” He crooned, a devilish grin spread across his face. 

He knew what I needed, he knew I hated it and loved hating it. “You! I need you inside me!” I growled with the need he liked to bring out in me.

A second finger entered me. “Is this what you want?” His fingers grazed my prostate. My cock throbbed heavily above my belly but was left unattended. 

I felt confused, lost even. It felt so good, I didn’t want it to stop, but it wasn’t what I fucking wanted! “Please?” I was starting to beg, my cheeks flushed.

“Awww,” Tim pushed his lower lip out mocking me. “Does my boy want this dick?” He spoke in pouty baby talk. 

My face grew hotter, I’m sure more red, my head moving in affirmation. “Please?” I forced out in the most intelligible sounds I was able to make. My body squirmed around his two fingers, still slowly fucking into me. 

Tim’s face morphed from a faux pout to a look of consideration. My body involuntarily bucked when Tim pushed his third finger through my ring and twisted his hand. That was it, the pressure ripped away my inhibitions and the needy cock whore escaped. 

“Oh my god! Fuck!” I cried, my eyes started to leak tears of frustration. “Please Tim! Please fuck me?” Whimpers broke up the words as they were pushed out of my throat. “I need you inside of me!”

I’m not sure if it was his own need or if I had begged enough, but Tim withdrew his fingers from my center. I felt so empty with the loss. He gripped the bottle of lube and squirted a small puddle of its contents into his hand, stroking it along its length. 

He lifted my legs and easily slid me to the edge of the bed before raising my feet straight into the air. My anticipation of being taken drug more unfamiliar sounds from somewhere deep inside me. 

I felt a little pressure as his blunt tip pushed against my slick pucker before he slid himself to the hilt, effortlessly. There was no initial pain, between my dirty need for him and his relentless finger fucking, Tim’s cock fit easily inside my body. 

My back arched off the bed and I moaned again, mouthing the word “shit!” as he possessed me, my fingers locked white knuckle right into the bedding. 

He started slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth dragging his length along my prostate. My head thrashed back and forth, my eyes tightly closed. I could hear his breathing get deeper and heavier as his cock pistoned into me and back out. 

I tried to force my eyes open to watch the sexy young man take me, looking for that victorious smirk that I longed for. I caught a glimpse of it before my eyes involuntarily rolled back in my head.

Tim’s cock felt so good, it fit so perfectly with the walls of my channel. Fleeting thoughts of why this couldn’t happen every day was pounded out of my head when his pace quickened. His grunts and groans filled the room, equal to my cries and moans. 

I thought my cock was going to split as his rubbed frictionless heat through my ring and across my prostate. My toes felt cold, tingles moving up, or in this case down my legs, winding the tension in my balls tighter. The sounds of skin slapping skin were only muted by the filthy sounds we were each making. 

That’s when I realized I was climbing to the ledge of release. I was at the pinnacle of my unsolicited orgasm. The pressure in my cock intensified and started throbbing. I cried out, “You’re gonna make me cum!” between grunts at each impact of our bodies. 

“Ha ha!” Tim laughed diabolically at the power he held against my own weakness. Then he howled like a wild animal continually pummeling my body. 

He rocked my body back and forth with so much force, that the mattress shifted under my weight before my vision blurred. The room went white as I felt my cock erupt under Tim’s assault. 

I felt hot splashes of cum streak across my chest and body as I wailed in ecstasy. “Uuhhh!” I cried. “Tiimm!” Dragging his name through the sounds he fucked out of me. 

He never slowed down. Tim fucked me straight through my soul shuddering orgasm, forcing my body to expel all of its cum and energy. I was wrecked and speechless, nothing but grunts coming out with each thrust. 

“Dammit boy!” Tim growled. Your face is so sexy when you cum!” His words drug out and his motion became erratic. 

With what was left of my consciousness, I thought I felt his muscles tense against the backs of my legs seconds before he found his peak. 

I laid there, still shattered, still floating in hundreds of tiny pieces when he howled again. “I’m… cumming!” 

He didn’t have to tell me, the sudden stop deep in my center and the warm gush of pulsating warmth gave him away! He remained deep inside me, almost motionless as he planted his seed deep inside me.

Tim withered quickly, slumping in a pile next to me, his lungs fighting for oxygen. I was still babbling and panting, on a euphoric high barely conscious of the world around me. Tim recovered first and started petting me, saying sweet things about how good I was and felt for him. He cooed new complements with every soft stroke his hands made on my over-sensitive skin, helping me come back down from the clouds I was floating in.

I felt his weight shift off of the bed just before I heard the shower turn on. He came back to me and helped me sit up. “Let me wash you baby?” His request only slightly sank in. I nodded my agreement. 

He helped me stand, my legs felt like wet pasta as he helped me walk to the shower. Tim ushered me under the stream of warm water and stepped in behind me, his strong arms once again supporting a portion of my weight. Tim washed my body always assuring his skin was always connecting with my own before he let me lean against the wall when he washed his own body. He patted me dry before toweling himself off. 

“Follow me, I got something else for you!” And he led me back 

“Mmhmm.” I purred. In our many brief times together, Tim always took care of me so well. 

Once we were both clean and dry, he led me back to the bed that he just ruined me on and laid me out, naked on my belly. I felt his oil-slicked hands rubbing across my skin and relaxed into his touch. The scent of lavender wafted in the air as my eyelids got heavier until they eventually closed into the restorative bliss of sleep. 

I woke up sometime later, it must have been a few hours. I was still naked, covered by a warm blanket next to him as he slept. I snuzzled closer to him, our bodies connected once again. In his comatosed slumber, Tim stretched his arm over my body and held me while I drifted back into my own sound sleep.

In Memory of Josh W. 2021

Gone but not forgotten!