Snowed Inn

I had flown into Denver for business but never quite made it to the city as most everything was shut down in anticipation of a blizzard that was about to dump several feet of unexpected snow. I had no choice but to get a room at a hotel near the airport. From the taxi, I saw that the few restaurants near the hotel were dark and their lots nearly empty, most likely closed or closing soon. Luckily there was a little bar and grill attached to my hotel lobby and I made a note to come down in a bit for dinner. 

The hotel was nice but empty. In the lobby there was a mirror and I took a second to assess my reflection. Not bad for 45. At 6 foot even, my regular gym routine had kept me in decent shape. Not chiseled but firm and toned. My chest hair spilled out from the collar of my polo. I was hoping to use my downtime in Denver to get laid. I wondered if maybe a flight attendant or two were also stuck in this hotel. The girl at the desk offered me an upgrade to a suite since the hotel was practically empty. I accepted, at least if I were going to be stuck here, I’d have a nice room to be bored in.

The only other guest I saw was a handsome guy that looked to be about in his late thirties.  As I waited for the elevator, he had come around the corner from the lobby moving his head around, appearing to be looking for something. He was shorter than me. I’d put him at about 5’8”. His forearms were muscled and covered in wiry blond hair. He was a fire plug of a guy, thick and firm. I had tuned out while taking him in and didn’t notice that he had caught me looking at him. He offered a confused smile when I finally made eye contact with him. Just as the elevator door opened a cute ginger in his late teens rushed up from behind the man and gave him a surprise bear hug. The man yelled out an involuntary squeal and then followed it with “Goddamn it Tyler!” He looked over at me a little embarrassed and shrugged. I smiled and stepped into the elevator. They followed me in.

Listening to their conversation it was apparent they were father and son. Like me, the blizzard had trapped them in the hotel. Junior asked me if I knew if there was a pool. I said I had noticed the pool was outdoors in the blizzard but had seen a sign for the jacuzzi pointing guests down the hall somewhere. He nodded and exhaled slowly while the three of us wondered to ourselves what we were going to do here and for how long. “The guy at the front desk said it might be 4 feet of snow. He said he’ll turn on all the movie channels for us,” Tyler said to me as much as to his dad, “all the channels, even the dirty ones.” He gave me a wink.  It was obvious he enjoyed embarrassing his dad. His dad chuckled warmly and gave his teenage son a soft swat on his butt. “You’re not 18 yet. Not until midnight,” said his dad cheerfully, “We’ll have to see if the hotel bar has any cake and candles.” 

With that the elevator doors opened to our floor and as they turned right and I turned left, I wished the boy I now knew as Tyler a happy birthday. In my head I wished I could blow out his candle.

“See you in the jacuzzi!,” Tyler yelled back.  

I lamented not bringing any trunks. I lamented not being eighteen. I lamented being stuck in a hotel. My room was nice, spacious, a walk in shower, king bed, nice large sofa and even a fireplace.  I opened my curtains. The blizzard was starting. Wind beat snow against the window. Behind the snow a plus sign pulsed with a  green glow. It was a pot shop not too far, just on the other side of the parking lot. It looked open! I bundled up as best I could and after a chilly sprint across the lot and back I returned with a couple pot candy bars and a few joints. My clothes were wet through with snow and I was freezing but at least I had some weed to help pass the time. On my way back to my room I passed the father and son duo in the hallway. 

“You went out in the snow?” Tyler asked surprised. His cut off sweat shorts cupped his ass cheeks and thighs as I watched them pass and then stop to turn my way.

“They called our room,” his dad interrupted, “the restaurant downstairs is about to close and if we want to eat I guess we have to eat now.” His eyes were green, he had a 5 o’clock shadow resting on a square and dimpled chin. All of this distracted me momentarily and I stood silent taking in how much of a stud this man was. “Should I tell them you want something?,” offered the handsome dad.

Clearing the fog, I nodded my head. “Yeah, that would be great. Let them know I’ll be down as soon as I change in to some dry clothes.” I returned to my room and peeled off my wet pants and underwear and jumped into a pair of jeans, in my rush, I opted to go without underwear. I wondered if I should eat some pot chocolate now or wait until I had some food in my stomach. Since I didn’t have time to think through it, I just stuffed a chocolate bar and a joint in my sweatshirt pocket, grabbed my key card and made my way down towards my last hope for food.

When I got to the lobby I could see Tyler and his dad sitting at a table with 3 pizza boxes on it. They seemed to be the only ones in the place. All the other tables had their chairs up. Half of the lights were off and the kitchen looked dark. Tyler saw me and jokingly waved his hands while he shouted “Hey we’re over here!” as one would if they were trying to get someone’s attention in a crowded bar. His dad gave him a gentle elbow to stop.

“I hope you like pizza.” The dad said as he gestured for me to join them. He went on to tell me he had learned that the hotel manager was caught on the other side of the city and the other hotel employees had to leave in order to catch the literal last train back to their homes and families as the light-rail was suspending service in the next half hour. As a parting gesture they made us the pizzas and said we could help ourselves to anything in the kitchen. If we had an emergency there was a number on the counter we could call. Other than that, they would try to get someone here in the morning. “So it seems we have the run of the place. We are, in fact, the hotel’s only guests.”

“Let’s eat!” Tyler said as he opened the three boxes and listed the toppings, “Cheese and pepperoni, plain cheese,...and maybe Hawaiian?” We all dug in hungrily. Amid slices and bites we introduced ourselves. The boy was Tyler, his dad was Mark, and I was Adam. The pizza was good. The company was charming. All in all, given the strange situation, it was a good time. I learned they had driven in from Kansas City and were in Colorado to visit a potential university for Tyler next fall. Mark was 38, 7 years younger than my 45 years but, more or less, still a peer. Tyler’s mother had passed away when Tyler was a toddler, Mark was actually his step-dad but since it’s been so long and it’s just been the two of them for the last 15 years they both leave off the “step” part. I talked a little about work. We ate and talked and got to know each other. When the pizza was gone it was just a little after 7 PM.

“Let’s check out the jacuzzi!”, suggested Tyler and so we did. The jacuzzi room was nice and cozy. A slightly raised wooden deck surrounded it and had a bench and a shelf full of clean towels.

“Did you even bring trunks Tyler?” Asked his father.

“Oh crap!” Tyler exclaimed, “No, I didn’t think to.”

“Same here”, I shrugged.

“I guess we’re going in our undies,” Tyler said as he lifted his shirt off to reveal a toned, pale, smooth chest with just a few ginger hairs crowding his pink nipples which sat on the beginnings of a developing chest.

“Um, I don’t have any on at the moment,” I said as I watched him untie the draw string of his shorts.

“Hey, listen, It’s just us three in the whole place,” Mark offered, “I hate to wear shorts in a hot tub anyway.” We all agreed, and with that Tyler dropped his shorts and then turning away from us, pulled down and stepped out of his tighty-whities. He stepped into the tub and playfully tossed his underwear back at us.

Mark and I nodded at each other and began to undress. I was watching the stud unbutton his shirt, revealing a densely blonde haired chest and the beginnings of a beer belly. Plump nipples rode his beefy pecs. I had two types, Mark was one. A hairy, naturally masculine guy with some meat on his bones. Tyler was the other type. Young and mostly smooth, boyish but not feminine, confident but not cocky. My cock began to swell and tingle. Is it fair to not tell them I’m gay? Is it any of their business? I’m just following their lead I told myself. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the scenery. In any case if I didn’t get in the water soon, my hardening cock would confess for me. I quickly pulled off my sweatshirt clumsily without unzipping it. As I did, the weed and candy bar fell out at Marks feet. 

“He’s been holding out on us, he has a candy bar!,” Mark joked and picked up the candy bar for further inspection. When he read what kind it was, he gave me a sexy wink and grinned,  “I hope you’re the sharing type.” I picked up the joint and tucked in to my jeans pocket.  I looked over at the incredibly handsome man, standing shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned and halfway unzipped. The root of a thick cock was visible, its head and a few inches still concealed where the zipper pull stopped. His dense curls there bursting out.  If he caught me looking, he didn’t let on. His smile never wavering, he handed me the candy bar as his other hand dragged through his chest hair immodestly watching as I too, unbuckled my belt and slowly drew my zipper down. 

“I want some!” Tyler exclaimed from the jacuzzi, drawing my attention to his cute, round teenage butt just before it dipped below the bubbling water. My dick swelled steadily. Mark turned to tell his son what kind of chocolate it is and with his back to me, peeled his jeans down, revealing his muscled and furry butt. As he bent to get a pant leg around his foot, I stared at his hairy crack and the back of his low hanging balls. “Jesus dad, you’re going to scare Adam with that monster” Tyler joked pointing to his dad’s, yet unseen by me, cock. As Mark climbed in, the two started some horseplay, splashing each other, allowing me to strip out of the rest of my clothes and join them in the hot tub before my cock could knock myself in the jaw.

Once in and settled. I relaxed and soaked for a bit. We continued the easy conversation we had began over dinner. Now with dad and son’s body hidden under the bubbling water, my aching erection had subsided somewhat allowing me to follow along and enjoy both the view and their company without feeling self conscious. After a few minutes Mark asked, “So...that candy bar...”

“Dad, can I have some?” Tyler asked his father, who in turn looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I told them I’d happily share it with both if it was okay with Mark. Mark told his son that since they were together in a safe place with good company,  it seemed like a great way to celebrate his birthday given the circumstances. The candy bar was opened and we each ate a couple squares.

“I’m excited,” Mark confessed, “I haven’t gotten high in years.” He turned over the candy wrapper in his hands reading the warnings. “Oops, says that a half square is a single dose. Looks like we’re about to get really high. Let’s try and not drown.” With that he tussled Tyler’s wet hair lovingly.  The conversation turned toward Tyler’s future studies and their trip. When Tyler grew tired of answering our questions about school he interrupted and asked if I had a wife and  family. Satisfied that the conversation naturally lead there, I comfortably disclosed that I was gay and single. Tyler began asking questions in rapid succession. Mark gently grabbed his shoulder. “Hey buddy, those are some personal questions. Let’s not interrogate Adam ok?”

“Sorry Adam...it just...”, he looked embarrassed and stopped talking.

His dad continued for him, “It’s just that Tyler, himself, just came out. He only told me a couple weeks ago actually.” As his dad relayed this information he put his arm around his son reassuring him. “I’m so proud of him.” Tyler smiled at both of us and shook his head, seemingly to clear it. His dad looked me in the eyes warmly, “I’m afraid, I...we really don’t know too many gay people. So I’m sure he does have some questions if you’re willing to...” He trailed off. 

“I think I’m high” he said and we all giggled. We all were getting pretty high quickly. The water felt good and I was really enjoying spending time with this father and son duo. Once I disclosed that I was gay and the revelation that followed, I felt completely at home with these two. The pot didn’t hurt. When we had first gotten in, the small size of the tub caused some incidental brushing of feet and thighs under the water which were met with apologies and moving away. Now relaxed with the pot, I noticed my feet were resting against another’s and Marks knee was resting on my thigh. I had my arms stretched out of the tub. Mark was absently resting his head on my forearm. It was nice and I didn’t want to move but I was getting over heated and so slowly and reluctantly I pulled myself up to sit on the tub’s wooden rim. The pot was working fully now and I felt no self consciousness as I sat on the edge naked with my half hard cock resting in a slight curl on my thigh. I started answering some of Tyler’s questions. I talked about the fun and often-confusing time right after I came out. I told them about my first boyfriend and how we/re still friends. Tyler asked me about what I liked to do sex-wise. Mark looked at his son and then at me and shrugged. We all knew the question was coming. I told him I was a top, and that I enjoyed being a Dom-top from time to time. Tyler said he knew what that meant. Mark said he didn’t and so I explained that I enjoyed aggressive sex with a bottom who enjoyed following directions and being used. Mark slowly nodded and one of his arms dipped below the surface appearing to settle in his lap. 

“But how did you know you liked that? And how did you learn to, you know, do it?” Tyler asked seriously. It was a fair question. I thought back to my own worries when I was his age. Whether it was the pot or the frank tone of the conversation I was able to speak freely to this father and gay son duo with the same frankness I would talk with any of my close gay friends. I told them about how I had used to sneak in to adult book stores as soon as I got my driver’s license when I was 16. A lot had come naturally but I had also gotten some good advice from an older man who became a good friend and a sort of sexual mentor.

I told them about the first occasion we met, about how he let me watch him use a teenage boy for his pleasure. He was in his late 30s or early 40s then, tall, beefy and solid. He bore a resemblance to Mike Ditka. The football player.  I saw him pull a nervous looking, thin boy just a few years older than me into a booth with him. Then seeing me, he nodded to me and his booth. As the two entered, he left the booth door open. Too nervous to enter, I moved and stood in the doorway and watched as he pulled the boy into a kiss. I watched as the man then pushed the boy to his knees and while looking over at me pulled his zipper down slowly. The boy mouthed the distended fabric of the mans underwear. Then he told the boy to take his cock out. It was nice and thick. He let the boy suck his cock at his own pace for a few minutes. He maintained eye contact with me and he made small manly grunts of pleasure. The kid tried his best to get all of the man’s cock in his throat but would pull off gagging. Soon the man’s hands descended to the back of the boy’s head and took over feeding his cock to the boy. 

‘You like being watched cock sucker?,” The man said to the kneeling boy while looking at me. He took his cock out long enough to let the boy catch a breath and answer.

“Yes Sir.” The boy said panting then briefly glancing in my direction before returning his attention to the large dripping cock in front of his face. 

“He’s going to watch me fuck your cunt.” Then to me, “You want to watch me fuck this cock whore?” The last question was for me. I could only manage to nod.

“Do you have a rubber?”, the boy squeaked out as he stood.  The man deliberately and slowly shook his head no. “Pull out before you cum ok?”

The man chuckled and instead of answering said, “Turn around, drop your pants, and lean against the wall.”  The boy obeyed, quivering in excitement or fear or both. The man spit on the boys hole a couple times and then milked out a large glob of his pre-cum on the boys pink hole.  Again, the man looked at me as he sank into the smooth white boy butt. He gave me a wink and began his thrusting. He fucked the young guy powerfully and skillfully, making the boy beg for more. I recounted watching the man pounding the whimpering boy so hard I wasn’t sure if the noises the boy was making were from pleasure or pain. He knotted his fingers in the boys hair and pulled his head back as he asked the boy if he liked getting fucked by daddy, if he wanted daddy to fuck him harder, and lastly, as he pulled the kid’s head back so that the boy had to arch his back pushing his ass onto the man’s invading cock allowing my friend’s cock to fuck him deeper, “Do you still want me to pull out?” The boy breathed,“Yes Daddy” for the first two questions then groaned lustily as he answered the last by begging the man to breed him. The boy convulsed and moaned. The man had made the boy ejaculate without touching himself. His cum splashed against the wall. The man let go of his hair and pinned him against the wall and began pounding the boy so hard the booth was shaking. After his orgasm, getting fucked like this was too much for the boy and he started trying to get away from the thick cock that was changing his rectum into a pussy. He tried to push back against my friend’s thrusts. My friend easily held the boy in place fucking him into submission. The boy’s lust took over again and he began to accept the fucking that the man was delivering to his young hole.  My friend kept pounding the boy until he deposited his cum deep in the boy’s guts with one sexy grunt. He kept himself buried in there as he caught his breath. Sweat gathered on his brow, a satisfied smile on his panting lips.  I could have watched him for hours like that. Then as he pulled out of the boy he grabbed the boy by his hair again and used the leverage to put the boy on his knees with his ass towards me and his face level with cock that had just bred him. I watched as my friend’s load began to drip out of the buys hole as the boy moaned around the cock he was using his mouth to clean. I had been jerking myself off while watching and was close to cumming. The man told me to cum on the boy’s cock-sucking face and pulled the boy off his cock and used his strength to hold the kids face in place for me. The sexy daddy watched as I came splashing the boys face and hair with my copious teen load. The man then dismissed the boy and told him not to wipe his face off, but to “wear the cum with pride.” My load dripping off his chin, he dressed himself and pushed past me. 

It was so hot but so new, I nervously stuffed my cock back in my pants and quickly left. I spent the next few weeks jerking off to the memory of the boy being held in place as my friend used his hole to cum. The next time I ran into my older friend he asked me what I thought of watching him as he had bred that teenager. I told him I couldn’t stop jerking off over it. He asked if I thought about being fucked like the other teen or thought about being the one who was doing the fucking? Nervously I told him I wasn’t sure. He told me to relax and that I didn’t really have to pick just one or the other or either. He explained that when men get together, they just listen to what their bodies want and respond to each other’s energy. 

 He asked if I wanted him to show me and I nodded. He ushered me into a booth and told me he was going to teach me to listen to my body. I now know he planned to fuck me but as we made out and took turns sucking each other. We both struggled against each other trying to lead the dance. After a bit of this, the guy laughed and left me in the booth a little confused and a lot horny saying he’d be right back. After a minute or two, he returned with a college student and told him to strip.  He tutored me as we both took turns using the guy for our pleasure. I remember when it came time, I held the boy in place, gripping his waist tightly as I pounded my load into him then I also held the boy in place for my friend to pound his load into him after mine. That happened a few times. The rest of what I knew just came with years of experience.

I had gotten so caught up in my retelling of my time with my friend from the distant past when it was over my cock had risen noticeably and was now performing a little bow towards my audience and quickly rising. I also noticed the two had gone quiet and I began to worry that the story was a little too much beyond their comfort zone. I looked over at Mark. His arm was gently moving in slow circles under the water. His eyes half open, fluttered momentarily before his focus settled on his son. His face displayed surprise. I glanced over at Tyler. He was staring silently in my direction, his gaze fixed on my crotch, his mouth slightly agape, breathing unevenly.

To be continued...