Anonymous encounter: Revenge sex

Revenge sex

I opened the door of my hotel room and Aaron was standing there in the hallway. The thing I immediately noticed is that he had a beard. When I fucked him last week, he was clean shaven, his shaved face matching his shaved pubes. I had asked him if he could refrain from shaving his pubes until our next encounter. But facial hair is not something that was ever brought up in the conversation. To be perfectly honest, I hadn’t given any thought as to whether the 19-year-old could even grow a beard or not. Since his chest was smooth and his forearms were not particularly hairy, it never really crossed my mind that this was even an option. The whole thing came as a big surprise. I brought my right hand to his face and started feeling his stubble.

‘Wow! Look at you! How many days did it take you to grow this? I asked

‘Just two or three days’ he replied

‘Nice!’ I exclaimed

I knew he was lying. There was no way he could have grown a stubble like that in two or three days. It had been seven days since we met last week, and that was probably the last time he shaved. I always thought Aaron was cute. Not necessarily that his face was cute. But him as a whole package: his personality, his dorkiness, his round glasses. A little bit like the girl who’s a porker but has a ‘great personality’. With his little scruff, he just moved from cute to plain hot! Boy, he looked great! His beard was not particularly dense. How could it, in just a few days? But it was a full beard, covering his entire cheeks, without any bold patch. I also liked the light reddish-brown color, which was a bit lighter than the darker brown hair on top of his head.

Since I can’t grow any facial hair myself, I have some kind of weird fascination with facial hair on other guys. Throughout my life, I have witnessed a massive evolution in facial hair in popular culture, while staying on the sideline of the whole trend. When I was growing up, the expectation was that a man had to be cleaned shaven in the office. Most men even shaved on the weekend too. Only rockstars and construction workers were allowed to be scruffy. For better or for worse, facial hair has progressively become the norm, from the 3-day beard all the way to the long lumberjack beard that hipsters meticulously groom. As a result, most guys have attempted the shabby looks at least once, just to see what they would look like. Although some guys look great with a beard, others look plain weird, especially when they just don’t have the goods to pull it off, but still insist on following the trend. But Aaron looked very handsome with his little scruff. My wish to be fucked by a real man was going to be granted today.

Him growing a beard between last week and today couldn’t have been just a coincidence. Aaron knew that despite being twice his age, I just couldn’t grow a beard. He had seen my grown man babyface last week and must have noticed. Him proudly displaying his hairiness was a calculated move. He rubbed his thumb and index finger from his cheek to the tip of his chin while smiling at me. He was giving me a ‘I’m 19-years-old and I can grow a beard. You’re 36 and you can’t’ kind of look. We never brought up the topic that I was in fact 42 and not 36 like my online profile claimed. Not that it would make any difference in this situation.

Psychological warfare had begun. The little prick was fucking with my mind. He was trying to establish his alpha male dominance by proudly displaying his manly attributes before fucking me, while poor little me, about to bottom for him for the first time, was powerless in that department.

But I was up for the challenge. ‘If you want to play that game, you’re going to find someone to play with, Boy!’ was I thinking to myself. And I was really digging Aaron’s scruffy looks anyway. I just grabbed him by the waist and started kissing him. My tongue was invading his mouth with brute force and his tongue had a hard time pushing back on all the pressure I was applying. But our kissing turned more sensual after my initial burst.

Aaron was different from most of my previous hotel fucks. There was a connection between us, something that I’ve rarely felt with the dozens of guys who have pumped their juice in my hotel room before him. Despite the age difference, despite the limited discussions we’ve had, despite the reality that I would never see him again after I leave Fargo on Friday, it wasn’t just sexual between us. The very fact that our one-night stand had turned into a two-night stand, that alone put him in a different league. I wouldn’t quite call it ‘love’. But what we had was on a deeper level than just pure lust.

Millions of pages have been written about love over the years, from Plato 2,500 years ago, to Freud at the turn of the century, to Taylor Swift nowadays. What is love? What does it mean to be in love? What’s the difference between ‘having sex’ and ‘making love’? I enjoy anonymous hotel sex. It’s been part of my life for most of my adulthood. I enjoy the thrill of the unknown leading to the initial encounter, the constant novelty of discovering a stranger’s body, the gratification of the conquest, having a bitch in every port. And I’ve had incredible sex with studs who really knew what they were doing. I’ve also learned a few things along the way. Hehe! But no matter how amazing the sex is, anonymous encounters often leave me half-empty.

I’m no philosopher and couldn’t add any novel theory to everything that’s already been written about love over the centuries. All I can do is dumb down to my own level the concepts developed by people who are way smarter than me and have given a lot more thought to the topic than I have. To me, love really boils down to two things: the ‘eros’ on the one hand, which refers to the lust, the physical contact, the orgasmic explosion; and the ‘caring’ on the other hand, which refers to the bond that two lovers form. The eros is well taken care of in anonymous sex. But the caring rarely is. Aaron somehow was able to fill the gap in the latter. That’s probably why I was being turned on by the rivalry he was trying to establish. I saw it as a game more than anything else, but a game that would deepen our relationship. And I felt it was a game I would enjoy playing and would probably be good at. ‘Bring it on, Boy!’

I started unbuckling his pants. I was curious to see how he could top the leopard-print briefs he had worn last week. Would he go one step further with pink neon jockstraps or would he dumb it down a notch? On my side, I certainly was better put together than last week. The random pair of boxers I had been wearing then were underwhelming, especially in comparison to the effort he had put by wearing his animalistic piece of fabric. This week, I had brought my Calvin Klein briefs. They were black with the red C and K letters on the thick waistband, right over my crotch. They were a happy middle between the everyday boxers I was wearing last time and his over-the-top briefs. I rarely wear my Calvin Klein briefs. They never seem to look as good on me as they do on the models in the commercials. Although I still have a flat stomach at 42, it always pales in comparison to the 6-pack abs that underwear models display. And I’m just not packing enough to be able to fill up the pouch the way models do. Not the same size dick. Not the same size balls.

Aaron was wearing a pair of briefs as well, but they more subdued than last week. They were bright blue and super low cut, the kind out of which his pubes would have overflown, had he had a thick hairy bush. But his skin was completely smooth above the waist band. I was still hopeful that a little bit of dick hair would have regrown inside his briefs like I had asked him. I was about to find out. I got down on my knees in front of his package. His shaft was starting to get semi-erect. I brought my hands to the waist band lo lower it.

‘Not so fast’ Aaron said. ‘Don’t go directly for my dick. Can’t we at least have some foreplay?’

So, I stood back up and we both made our way toward the bed. We laid on the covers and started kissing. My right hand was wandering around his pecs and abs, and at times even tracing his shaft through the fabric of his briefs. After a few minutes, he eventually allowed me to lower his briefs. To my big satisfaction, he had kept his word and had let his pubes grow back. There wasn’t much down there yet, since he was completely shaved a week ago. It was just very short hairs barely covering his skin. But I could at least see he had indeed hit puberty. Lol. It was funny how his beard was a lot more noticeable than his pubes. But it didn’t matter since I’d mostly be staring at his scrubby face more so than his pubes when he’d be fucking me in a moment.

‘You still have a nice cock. Still as thick as last week’ I said

‘Stop saying that. You know my cock is small’ He replied

‘No, it’s not. Your insecurity about your manhood is all porn driven. In the real world, your cock is pretty thick, especially the middle part’ I responded

Aaron needed to hear this. As he meets more guys and is able to compare, he’ll eventually realize his cock is nice. But for now, I felt he needed to hear my reassuring words.

I brought my mouth to his hard cock and started sucking it, my lips moving up and down his 5 ½ inches. His cock was short enough that I was able to swallow the whole length without any difficulty. I would keep it in my mouth for several seconds and rub my nose in his nascent pubes. Aaron started moaning, both from the pleasure of his cock being worked on and also at the thought that this was only prep work for what his cock would be up to later on. Meanwhile, Aaron was stroking my dick with his left hand while his right hand was pressing the back of my head, as if I needed help to engulf his whole dick, which I didn’t. Him stroking my dick also caused me to moan, although my moaning was muffled by his cock in my mouth.

After a few minutes of cock sucking, I raised my head and started looking at his nice hazel eyes.

‘So, are we going to do this?’ I asked, ‘Are you going to fuck me?’

He just answered ‘Yes’, while smiling.

I reached the nightstand where I had put a small bottle of lube and a box of condoms. I grabbed one, tore the package with my teeth, and started rolling it down his solid shaft. I poured some lube on the condom and poured some on my fingers as I started fingering my own tight hole. I’m a top. I don’t bottom very often. And it had been several months since the last time I did. Whenever I let a guy fuck me, it’s usually because the guy has a smallish dick. Similar size to mine is typically my gauge. Aaron didn’t have a monster cock. It certainly wasn’t long: 5 ½ or 6 inches, just like mine. But his was thicker than mine. If I had to choose, I would have picked long and skinny over short and fat any day. But short and fat is what my hole was going to be invaded by. It would most certainly stretch my ring to its limit and hurt like hell in the beginning.

After fingering my hole for a minute or two, I looked at him and said: ‘I think I’m ready’

‘Don’t be nervous’ he said.

Damn! He’s doing it again! The little prick is patronizing me!

I tried to play it cool. ‘Don’t worry about me. I took the first cock up my ass, when you weren’t even in your dad’s balls yet!’, I said, faking self-assurance.

But the boy was right. I was nervous. And he knew it too! And the big question in the back of my mind was: Is he going to abuse my hole and rough me up the same way I roughed him up when I fucked him last week? Is this going to be revenge sex? I know when people talk about ‘revenge sex’ they normally refer to someone who was dumped or cheated on, and is banging a random piece of ass to get back at their ex. In this case, I meant revenge sex as in Aaron, who got pounded hard when bottoming for me last time, and who was going to pound my sorry ass even harder now that it was his turn to top me.

‘Can I ride your cock, cowboy style?’ I asked

‘Sure’ he replied, ‘Whatever works for you.’

‘It’s just that I’m not used to bottoming’ I said ‘Your girth is going to stretch my hole beyond its limit. Cowboy is the only way I’ll be able to handle it at the beginning’.

I straddled him and spread my legs above his thighs. I grabbed his skyward-pointing pole with my left hand and aligned it with my frightened hole. And I started lowering my body on his manhood. My hole reached the tip of his dick and I started pressing over his shaft. Even though I had been fingering myself for a couple of minutes, the stretching of my ring was nowhere close to what would be required once it reached the thickest part of his shaft, right in the middle. It hurt a little. Let me rephrase that: It hurt a lot. I had to pull out and pour more lube on his shaft to ease the descent. The only saving grace was that his cock had a pointy dickhead and was progressively getting girthier as my hole slid down his shaft. In a sense, it was kind like inserting a butt plug, which made the intrusion a little bit easier to handle. Thank God he didn’t have a mushroom dickhead like mine where the girthiest part would have been right at the beginning.

Aaron must have noticed the discomfort on my face. But he didn’t say anything or showed any sign that he was savoring my struggle. My butt cheeks eventually reached his thighs while my balls were resting on his pubes. I had lowered myself all the way down his pole. I sat there for a few moments to allow my hole to adjust to his thickness. Now that I think about it, Aaron’s cock is probably the largest foreign object that ever made it up my ass. Although it hurt at first, my hole was now getting accustomed to the invasion and was getting ready to handle the assault that was about to take place.

‘Fuck, you’re big!’ I said, ‘You’re really stretching my hole. Can you just stay still for a moment and let me control the rhythm, until I get used to it?’

He nodded and I started slowly sliding my ring up and down his pole. Luckily, the discomfort that my hole was enduring didn’t travel through the rest of my body. And my cock was rock hard, pointing skyward, and leaking with precum. I started to progressively increase the range of the motion and accelerating the rhythm a bit. I was raising my hole just high enough for his shaft not to pull out completely and then lowering my ring back all the way down. Once I got comfortable and my ring muscle was fully stretched, I sat on his dick, grabbed his head with my hands, and bent over to start kissing him. I continued to lower my hole up and down his shaft while we were making out.

My hole was now fully adjusted to his girth and the pain had completely vanished. I was now focusing my sensation on his dick hitting my G spot.

‘Your cock feels great inside me. I really should bottom more often’ I said

I was now riding his cock like a champ. Even though I was the one being penetrated, I was fully in charge as Aaron was still lying motionless on the bed. I started waiving my right hand, pretending I had a lasso in my hand, like a real cowboy. I then brought my hands to his nipples and started pinching them. I had discovered last week that his nipples were quite sensitive, especially the left one, and I was going to make full use of that discovery. As I was doing that, the look on his face transitioned from a smile to a grin. I had seen that grin before.

‘Slow down’ He said ‘Or you’re gonna make me cum’

As I heard him say this, I didn’t slow down. Instead, I continued bouncing up and down his cock while squeezing my ring muscle as tight as I could. A few seconds later, I heard him shout: ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Aarrghhh!’

And, against his own will, he filled up his condom with his boy juice, his trigger-happy 19-year-old cock powerless to resist the stimulation of my ring muscle squeezing his pole.

‘Shit!’ he said

‘Oops’ I replied

The look of defeat on his face was priceless. Still impaled on his cock, I bent over and gave him a sweet kiss. ‘It’s OK. Accidents happen. And at your age, you should be able to recharge in no time anyway. I’m sure you’ll do better in Round 2’. I said in a bittersweet voice.

I was savoring this moment, faking compassion while rubbing it in at the same time. Psychological warfare, I’m telling you! ‘You’re the one who started that game, Boy!’ I thought to myself.

I raised my body up, freeing his now semi-flaccid cock and laid on the bed next to him. Aaron removed the cummy condom from his dick and went to the bathroom to throw the condom in the trash can and rinse off his dick in the sink.

He came back on the bed, and I felt like I needed to cheer him up somehow.

‘It’s OK, dude. I don’t want you to feel bad about it’ I said. ‘I don’t bottom very often. And I want you to make it worth my while. I want you to fuck me hard. If you came so quickly while we had barely started, there is nothing we could have done to make you last more than two or three minutes. Now that you came once, let’s get you recharged, and once you’re good to go, I want you to give me everything you’ve got’.

‘It’s kind of embarrassing’ he replied while looking down at the bedcover.

‘Don’t be embarrassed’ I said ‘When I was your age, I came in 10 seconds. You know what, I even used to jack off before every date. Because if I went on a date with a loaded gun, I would precum half a gallon in my briefs during the foreplay. And then I couldn’t even handle three strokes before exploding for good. That’s what happens when you’re young. It’s perfectly normal’.

My cock was still rock hard and was leaking precum on my pubes. I looked at Aaron and asked him ‘Are you going to take care of this?’ while pointing at my leaky cock. He smiled and got back to business, engulfing my cock with his mouth. He started by tonguing my piss slit to clean all the precum out, and then swallowed my whole dick. He wasn’t an expert at deep throating. Taking my 5 ½-incher all the way was not an easy task for him. But he was really good at working my dickhead with his tongue and the middle of my shaft with his lips. Whatever he didn’t have in technique, he would make up in will. You could tell he liked sucking dick. I started moaning, really enjoying his lip service. While he was working my cock, I reached his package with my hands. I noticed his cock was getting hard again.

‘It looks like your cock is hungry again’ I said ‘I want you to fuck me again. My hole is stretched now, no need to hold back. I want you to fuck me hard and make me explode like I’ve never exploded before. I want you to make me shoot all the way to the fucking ceiling!’

I grabbed a new condom and lowered it on his shaft.

‘You’re making my condom budget go through the roof. Make sure you make it worthwhile’ I joked.

He smiled and replied: ‘This time, I will. Trust me!’

I lubed his cock and lubed my hole again. And I lowered myself on his rock-hard pole in just one push. On the pain/pleasure scale, I was down to 0% pain. Now, let’s see if the boy could raise the pleasurometer up to 100%.

I started riding his cock up and down, the same way I had in our short-lived first attempt. But very quickly, Aaron took over and started pounding my hole harder and harder. I positioned myself with my ass raised a couple of inches above his hips to give him enough range to drive his cock up and down my hole. His girth was just the right size, thick enough to stretch my ring with every motion but not so big as to make it painful. Although his length was average, he built enough thrust that he pounded my G-spot really hard with every bang.

‘I’m not touching my cock’ I warned him ‘I’m gonna use my hands to rub my nipples. Working my cock is up to you’.

He started jerking me, in-synch with his pounding, and I could feel the pressure mounting throughout my whole body. The sensations were coming from so many different spots that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I have this rule that I hate being the one cumming first. But here, I felt like I already made him cum earlier. And he hadn’t been able to last more than 60 seconds. So technically, even if I came before him this time, it would just be him getting even with me. And the pounding was so awesome that I didn’t want him to change a thing and get distracted by his own pleasuring.

A few more thrusts and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I shot my cannon while letting out a loud grunt. My first bullet landed in his hair, following the footsteps of Ben Stiller in There’s something about Mary. Aaron didn’t even see where I shot as he had his eyes closed. He probably didn’t want a repeat of last week when I came in his eye. My second bullet landed on his chin, dripping along his scruffy beard. I shot a few more loads on his chest and stomach. I tried to keep eye contact with him while I was cumming, but I just couldn’t. The orgasmic explosion was so intense that I moved my head back, my eyes pointing toward the ceiling, kind like a lion roaring. My explosion put Aaron over the edge and within seconds, I felt his cock swell in my ass, and he started cumming, while screaming loudly. His screaming was more manly this time, not the little bitch high-pitch scream from last week. But just as loud. Luckily, we had heard our immediate neighbors leave their room earlier. And we knew nobody next door would complain about the number of decibels he belched out.

I collapsed on his body and started kissing him.

‘This was awesome, dude’ I said, ‘One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. You fucked me hard with that big dick of yours, just like I asked you to’.

‘Thanks’ he replied, ‘It was great for me too’.

Today was the 3rd of July. Tomorrow was a holiday, and I didn’t have to go to work. On the one hand, it kind of sucked to be stuck in Fargo, North Dakota mid-week and waste a public holiday in my hotel room. But on the other, I had this little stud with me, and we could try to make the best of it.

‘I’d like you to stay the night’ I said, ‘Do you think your parents will let you?’

‘I don’t need my parents’ permission’ he replied, half proud, half offended by my question. ‘Yes, I’d love to spend the night with you’.

In all my years banging strangers in my hotel room, it was actually the first time I asked someone to stay. Normally we both pump our loads, and we each go our own separate way. But again, Aaron was different. I felt connected to him. We cleaned ourselves up with a towel, but we didn’t shower and turned the TV on.

We had just started watching random YouTube videos when we heard our neighbors get back to their room. We were in one of these double rooms, only separated by a door, that can either be two separate rooms or be converted into a single suite if a family wanted two rooms side-by-side for the parents and the children. Through the dividing door, we could hear everything that was going on in their room, just like they could hear everything in ours. Good thing they were out when Aaron was banging me.

I eventually fell asleep with my head resting on Aaron’s smooth chest. I felt really comfortable with him by my side. I woke up in the middle of the night, needing to go pee. Aaron was soundly asleep, and he looked so damn cute. With his beard, he actually looked fucking hot. He probably fell asleep, just like I did, and never turned off the lights. I stared at him sleeping for a minute or two and savored this moment of peacefulness. I went to the bathroom, trying to make as little noise as possible. Luckily, I didn’t wake him up. I turned off the light and went right back to sleep.

Noise in the room next door woke me up. I looked at the alarm clock. It was only 6:07am. Since today was the 4th of July, I was hoping to sleep in and certainly hadn’t planned on waking up at 6am. But the guests next door were a family with two children that couldn’t have been older than five or six. It was bright daylight outside, and the two kids were fully awake and playing loudly like they probably did at home, unaware that in a hotel, noises carry and you have to try to be respectful of your neighbors, especially at 6am.

The hotel where I was staying had a large swimming pool with a couple of slides. Based on the looks of the crowd at breakfast in the morning, I had noticed that the hotel attracted a lot of families with young children, not just businessmen like me. And it was even more true this week, with the 4th of July falling mid-week.

I was hoping the parents would intervene and ask their kids to be quieter. But that was just wishful thinking. The kids’ play became louder and more rambunctious as time went by. Trying to sleep was no longer an option. I turned towards Aaron and his eyes were now open as well.

‘How did you sleep, Gorgeous?’ I asked

‘Pretty good’ he replied, ‘Until the kids next door started playing’.

‘I know’ I said, ‘They woke me up too. I was hoping their parents would tell them to shut up. But it looks like it’s not going to happen. If we’re not sleeping, maybe there’s something else we can do in bed’.

Aaron smiled. I moved closer to him, and we started spooning, me being the big spoon and him the little one.

I whispered in his ear: ‘Let’s have revenge sex’.

‘What’s that?’ he asked.

‘We’re gonna teach our neighbors a lesson. I’m gonna blow you. And you’re gonna cum in my mouth. And you don’t just have my permission to be loud. I expect you to scream as loudly as you can when you climax. We’ll see how these fuckers next door react. Hopefully, that will shut them up’. I explained.

He smiled and said: ‘I think I can do that’.

‘What’s that in my back?’ He asked.

‘My dick getting hard’ I replied.

I brought my hand to his crotch. ‘It looks like someone else is getting hard too’ I added.

We were now both fully horny and it was time for our little revenge sex session. The kids next door were running around and yelling at each other. The parents were nowhere to be found.

I started sucking Aaron’s hard cock. It tasted like a mix of dried cum from last night and precum from this morning. It was nice. I like having a dick in my mouth. What can I say? I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. His short pubes that he had only allowed to grow back a week ago were tickling my nose. His balls were looser than usual. Probably the warmth from the bed. I put one ball in my mouth, which caused him to moan. I then went to the other one. And then my mouth went back to his cock, with one hand jerking his shaft while the other was massaging his balls. My own cock was leaking precum too, but there was no more hand available to take care of it as Aaron’s hands were busy twitching his nipples.

I could sense from his moaning and from the throbbing of his cock that Aaron was getting closer. Since whatever I was doing seemed to be working, I decided to stay the course. ‘If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it’ as they say.

‘Don’t forget to be loud’ I mumbled the best I could, given that I still had his big dick in my mouth. And loud he was starting to get. I could feel the pressure rising up his cock and he unloaded a big volley of cum in my mouth. As he did, he started screaming. A series of Ah’s, Oh’s, and Ah’s. Really loud as I had asked him to. The volume of cum in my mouth was inversely proportional to the volume of sound in his mouth. The boy was cumming for the third time in less than 12 hours and his juice factory just couldn’t keep up with all that demand. His first accidental load last night was huge, because he had been building up inventory for a couple of days. The second one was huge as well, because he really enjoyed the fucking. But he just couldn’t maintain the same rate for a third straight time.

Inexplicably, the room next door was now in complete silence. Haha! Even flies didn’t dare make a sound. I could picture the face of the kids looking at their parents wondering was Aaron’s screaming was about. And I could picture the face of the parents who exactly knew the answer to that question. Thinking about this, I started laughing hysterically, with Aaron’s dick still in my mouth. My laughter caused him to start laughing too. We were trying to control ourselves. It would no longer be revenge sex if our laughter gave away that this was all part of an evil plan. But the complete silence next door, and the thought of what had caused it, was just too funny to handle.

I was still on my knees on the bed, my hand now covering my mouth, trying to muffle the sound of my laughter. Aaron had regained his composure and made his way down my cock and started blowing me in return. He first licked the huge amount of precum that had been building up while I had been blowing him. And then he started working his magic on my pole. Although I’m 42, I can still recharge pretty quickly and have multiple orgasms in one day. I think five was my recent personal best. One day, I just jacked off a bunch of times, for no particular reason but to test if I still had it in me. And I can proudly say that I do. Since I only came once last night, I’d have no issue flooding his mouth with my cum this morning.

Aaron did to my cock the exact same thing I had just done to his. He had one hand on my shaft while the other was massaging my balls. I had both my hands on his head, matching the motion of his mouth on my shaft. It didn’t take long for me to reach the point of no return. As I was about to cum, I pressed Aaron’s head with my hands, making sure he wouldn’t pull out. I had the sense he wasn’t really into cum swallowing, and I wanted to make sure that, at least for today, he wouldn’t waste any of my man juice. My dick exploded in his mouth, and I let out a roar. I’m not a natural screamer, nor do I know how to fake one. The volume of my screaming was nowhere close to what Aaron had just produced a couple of minutes ago. But I was still loud enough that our neighbors could hear me. It was now unmistakable that it was two men who had just climaxed, one after the other, and that there was no woman involved in any of this. Now I kind of wished that the kids next door were a little bit older, like ten or twelve, and could have asked more targeted question to their parents than just ‘Mommy, what was that?’ But still, I think our revenge plan had worked out great.

Aaron and I made our way to the bathroom and showered together, making out, and caressing each other’s bodies while letting the hot stream relax our muscles.

‘I’m starving’ I said. ‘Let’s have breakfast’.

We made our way down to the restaurant. The room was full, mostly with families and young kids who were here for the pool, the slides, and the 4th of July. We had no clue what our neighbors looked like, but they certainly were one of the families in the restaurant. And it was probably easier for them to spot us in the crowd than it was for us. Aaron had that look on his face that he had just experienced rewarding morning sex and looked very joyful. I’m sure I had the same look on my face too.

We went back to my room. Aaron picked up his stuff. We gave each other one last long embrace before he left and went back home. Friday came and I flew back home. I never went back to Fargo. Aaron and I messaged each other a couple of times after that, but eventually lost touch. The following week, I travelled to Houston and had sex with a new stranger there. So goes my life. But of all the guys I’ve banged in my hotel room, Aaron will always have a special place in my heart.