A One-Nighter

I can smell him. Or I should say. Us. Our scent permeates the cheaply paid-for room like dollar store-brand aftershave. It was a hastily chosen hotel just down from the street from the bar. Just a block or two within walking distance. We could barely contain ourselves as we stood at the outside check-in window. Groping and fondling each other up along with some random kisses thrown in for good measure. Those got stares from the female night clerk, not of disgust, mind you. I am sure she has seen many gay hook-ups from the bar in these early morning hours, just like us. It had not started out as this hot and heavy but had progressed once he walked up to me. Smiled. And told me who he was. But his name escapes me, now, as he lightly snores next to me. Amid the brightly colored strobe lights and blaring throwback disco music we talked. Or in my case, I nodded and said, “yes,” as I attempted to understand all of what he was saying to me. Over the many distractions.

It was my first visit to a bar in almost eight years. Far too long, some of my friends would say. But I decided I would go. I struggled as I paced the room. I needed to get out of the muck of my own self-isolation and put myself back out there. My life was different now. The long-held relationship over. It had been so for a while. He was not going to appear at my door. Just by wishing it to be so. Despite all of what he had told me. Promised me. It was not going to happen. I needed to realize it and move on. But it was painful. I admit.

It was another one of my failures. Chalk it up to being my life. I could provide you with a list, but you would tell me to, “shut the fuck up,” or “get off your ass and quit feeling sorry for yourself.” Yep. I heard them all. Even told them to myself as I paced the room. But I got ready, as much as I could with what I had. Since I did not have a habit of going out. I had managed to scrounge up some money. I had some cash. Enough for a drink a two. Left my debit card at home. I could not afford to spend but so much. Money was at a minimum. I also had my hidden fifty-dollar bill in my “secret” compartment of my wallet. It was strictly for emergencies. It was what I would use to pay for my portion of the room. I did not need to spend it, but a hard cock had become my compass.

Earlier I had left my apartment and walked the necessary several blocks to the bar. It was already dark. Approaching the ten o’clock late hour. On this Wednesday night. If I recollect. Like I said, I did not have much and my apartment was far from spacious. A big step-down from the condo I once shared with him in the nicer part of the downtown bayfront community. In fact, where I lived now, it was in the outskirts of town. The part of town right before it becomes known as, “the bad part.” This is now where I called home. I clutched my jacket close to me. Trying to look as invisible as I could as I clomped along the cracked sidewalk, trying not to stumble as I bent my head downward. I had no plans to do anything except to have a drink or two as I sat at the stool at the bar. But a beer. A single beer loosened me up. By this time, I was happy I ventured out.

I got into the music. It reminded me of my ole high school days. Over 30 years ago now. I should tell you I am fifty-three. Minus the beer belly that many of my contemporaries have developed. I have never been much of the beer drinker despite the brown long-neck bottle I am chugging as I park myself on the uncomfortable stool. The last time I had one had been on the last visit to the bar with him. He tended to drink more than me. I could barely finish one off before I grew tired of it. Such was not the case with him. He drank them like bottles of water.

It was at some point I felt some eyes on me. I know in a bar there are eyes always on you coming from all directions. Everywhere. But this felt different. I kept sensing something. Someone. I scanned the bar until I pinpointed who I thought it to be. I did a glance and then back. Our eyes locked. Was he the one? I did not know and did not care at this point. I was simply happy someone had their eyes on me. I tended to be the one to play coy and let them come to me. I did not see any point in changing the way I had done things in decades past. But I am older now. Have the rules changed?

Every now and again, I would look in his direction. He never wandered off me. Or was this simply a coincidence. Or imaginings on my part? It was not long before he ventured over. And our conversation started.

But it is the morning now and I can smell us. The room reeks of our exhaustive hours of animal sex. Once we unlocked the door, got in and closed it. The clothes came off. Under the lights of the room, I realized this man was much younger than me. And I could still not recall his name. And to top it off the doubts resurfaced. Was this a mercy hook-up? A mercy fuck for me from him? By this time, I could look him over good. I was not disappointed. Was he? However, would he take to the door when he sees me naked? Or my limp cock?

When his shirt came off. I was happy to see he was blessed with an abundance of flowing chest hair. And he was muscled. Not overly, it looked like it came about through hard work. In between the loud bouts of music at the bar I figured out he had told me he worked in construction. I could see by his body that it had done himself well. He looked to be in his mid-thirties or early forties. His age did not matter, except to my insecurities. Surely, he knew I was over fifty. To me, I looked to be over fifty when I would look in the mirror when we stumbled into this hotel room. The winkles glared out from my face when I saw it staring back at me in the reflection.

He grabbed the underside of my pull-over collared shirt and lifted it over my head. He was not greeted with the same amount of muscle or hair from me, as he was blessed with, but his hand went to my bare chest. He found my nipples and played with them for a few seconds before his mouth went to each and gave them a kiss. Caressed them. I found my cock swelling in my jeans at this gesture. He noticed this and grabbed my bulge. It got me harder. He smiled at what he had stirred up in my jeans.

He kicked his shoes off. And went to his jeans. When his jeans were lowered by his large fingers, there was no underwear underneath. He was as hairy down below as he was up-top. I was not disappointed. His cock sprang forth from his groin like a mighty sword. It was like mine. Cut. And about the length I expected every time I got a fondle. I said to myself when I saw his rigid hardness. He went to my snap and zipper and undid both. As he lowered my jeans, he took my underwear along with them. Soon we were both standing naked in the room.

As we both did a quick once-over of the other person in a split second, I wondered how long before he bolted. But he did not. He leaned in and kissed me. I felt his tongue as he worked it into my mouth. I could taste the beer he had been drinking. He brought both of his strong arms around me and drug me into him. I felt like he was trying to mash me into him. Make us one. Our cocks fought for the much-needed space as he ground himself into me and I did the same. It felt nice to be so close to another naked man. It had been to long. We were both throbbing hard. I could feel every inch of him. The muscles in his legs as we touched. The hairs on his chest as they raked across my almost barren landscape which stiffened my cock even more.

We went to the lone kingside bed that took up most of the room. We positioned into a sixty-nine. It was instantaneous. He did not have to say anything neither did I. My head went toward the head of the bed, his cock pointed at my face and he at the foot with him swallowing my cock before I even had a chance to lock my lips around his stabbing hardness. He was ravenous. He slobbered up my cock so much it felt like each time he went down on me; I felt like I was fucking a tight ass. But it was only his mouth. In-between gasp of ecstasy I managed to swallow him. But he was relentless. He devoured me. We face-fucked each other in a mutual rhythm. We finally got into sync. I was excited but knew I was nowhere near the point of explosion. That is the glory of age.

Despite my age and some necessary surgeries, I still got hard. There was no need for the little blue pill. Of that I was most happy about. Everything worked. Of course, I could not fire off the loads I once did when I visited the many gay resorts out and about the state when I was in my thirties. I could flood the room with cum, back then, and the many men made comments about the size of those spent loads. But time had changed that part of my manhood. But I was far from lacking even at my current age.

“I like to eat ass.” He said to me. “Can I eat yours?” He asked before he went about repositioning me. It was not something I did, but I was all for it were it to be done on me. He did not seem to mind that I was not a partaker, he went rabid on my bunghole as he had on digesting my cock. I was on my stomach as his tongue moistened up my ass. He lapped my crack hairs like there was no tomorrow. It took me a moment to realize that he was preparing me. I have not been the “fuckee” in a while. I usually give myself some time before I let a man plunge his cock into me. I had learned that from my first ever boyfriend. He used it to exert control over me. Since then, and every man after, I was the one on top. At first. This man would be no different.

I hated to interrupt him, but I did not want him thinking he could just ram himself up to the hilt in my ass.

“I only top.” I said as he slobbered up my hole like he had done my cock. But he did not ease up. He was solely focused on his task. I said something, again. He lifted his face from my crack and said, “no worries, I want you to fuck me.” I gave a silent sigh of relief I did not need a row between us on my first one-nighter in years. After my words he went more ballistic on my hole. He found spots I never knew were there, but my cock knew it. As I found I was dumping puddles of my early seedlings in the sheets. I suspect they had company before I added my offering to the mix. The man really loved to munch down on my ass. It was a good thing I showered before I went to the bar. He got himself a spanking clean one.

It was then he came up for some much-needed air. We lay together, he wrapped his arms around me like I was his childhood Teddy Bear. He did not say much or even attempt to kiss me. I could feel his cock as it throbbed against my leg. Mine was pointed to the ceiling as I lay on my back. I could not tell you how long we stayed that way. But I glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 2:30 a.m. on a Thursday morning. Christmas Day is set to arrive on Friday. We had checked in at a little after one a.m. I guess this was my gift to myself. I needed it. And wanted it. I admit. I wanted to fuck. To plunge my hard cock once again into a man’s waiting hole.

He rose and took me into his mouth. I had figured what was next on the agenda. He was getting me ready. He slobbered my cock up again. I was so slippery I glistened in the cheap lights across the room. I was ready for him though. I wanted a crack at his ass. When I was sucking his cock, I explored his hole with my fingers. He was tight. The grip on his ass was like a vice. My fingers fought their way in before I finally pierced that hairy veil. He let out at a gasp when I plunged one in, then two, and he nearly bucked me out of the bed when I attempted to send in a third into his hole. He was going to squeeze the all-mighty Dickens out of my cock when I finally got it in there. I wanted him too. I wanted him to squeeze the seed out of me. Drain me dry. Empty me.

He straddled me all Eiffel Tower-like as he loomed over me and my erect cock. This is what I had been wanting for, for years now. I wanted to plunge my cock into this man’s deep ass. He sat down upon me. I watch my cock disappear slowly into his ass. He did not rush down. He eased down. Taking inch-by-inch of me into his hairy-rimmed hole. And like a magic trick my cock was gone from my sight. But his face let me know where it had disappeared too. The grimaces and the winces told me I was hitting him in all the right spots. He rode me. All gentle-like then he would pick up his pace. He was timing each gravity-pulling plunge. He started to scream. To yell. I worried the cops may come busting into the door at any moment from his spectacular outburst, wondering if someone was being murdered in this seedy hotel room but I said to myself in quiet whispers in my head, “Fuck it. Fuck it. Let them come. I will fuck them too.” And he got faster and faster. He was squeezing me with each rise he made up the length of my cock. He was trying to get me to cum. But I wanted it to last longer. But I felt I could noy hold on much longer.

I let out a multiple syllable pronunciation of a one-syllable word: “FFF-UUUUUUU-CCCCCCC-KKK!!!”

The word drowned out his screams of exhilaration as he lets loose his load go from his pent-up cock. I was hit in the face with his white cream. But I only let it stream down my stubbled face as he milked me of all of mine, I had in me. But I wanted to give him more.

Soon our sighs of pleasure filled what was now the quiet void of the room. He fell from me. My cock rebounding as it was released from the tender prison of his once-tight ass. I was still hard.

“I needed that.” Was what he said before I had a chance to voice the same. I did not know how long it had been for him but for me, it had been years. “That’s one nice thick cock you got there.” He said before he rolled over. I let his cum soak into my chest. Perhaps it will give me a burst of this man’s youthful vitality. I was ready to go at it again. But I heard gentle snores come from his side of the bed.

I rolled over and spooned him. He wiggled a bit, telling me I could poke my cock back into his all-ready lubed hole. So, I did. I could feel my warm cream as it spilled forth from his hole. But it made it easier for me to enter him again. He moved his leg, just a bit, as I sank back into his hole. I pumped, all easy like, as we lay on our sides. He took me. After a while, I gave him another load to his ass where I had left the first.

By this time, it was nearly 5 a.m.  I knew I needed some sleep. We both woke up when housekeeping banged loudly on the door. The digital clock said 10:40 a.m. Check out was in twenty minutes. When the realization hit us. We bound like jack rabbits for our strewn clothes in the room. We watched each other dress and take our morning pisses as each stood at the door watching the other empty their respective bladder.

We strolled shoulder-to-shoulder back to the plexiglass check-in window and paid our halves for the room. We stayed just as close as we walked back down the same cracked sidewalk that had brought me to the bar hours earlier. There were several cars in the parking lot. One I assumed was his. And it was.

I followed him to his car. “That was really nice.” I said. He said the same.

“So, do you come out often?” He asked me as he sat in his car, and I stood beside it with his window rolled all the way down.

“No. Actually this is the first time in almost a decade.” I said.

“Yeah. I think you said that last night.” He said, “But it was hard to hear over all that racket.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked.

“No.” I said. “I’m good. I had a good time.”

“Me too.” He says.

I admit I did not want him to go but I could tell he wanted to leave. Now was not the time for a lot of mushy stuff.

It was. What it was. And now it was over.

He rolled up his window and pulled out of the parking lot. I wrapped my coat around me and made my way back across the few blocks back to my apartment. Today was Christmas Eve. I had no tree in my apartment nor any gifts either. But when I went to unlock the door. I saw a card tucked into the space between the door and the frame. I turned it over and recognized a familiar handwriting. It was from him. It was his. He had been there while I was out. I did not expect that. Maybe there is hope after all. He says for me to call him.