Caribbean Hotel
I arrived at the hotel late in the day. The sound of waves crashing on the beach front property soothed some of my annoyances from a long day of travel. The hotel receptionist took care of the rest.
He was Caribbean, slim and fit, wearing a white linen shirt that showed a hint of a smooth chest and pecs with some definition, and had a lithe body overall. His fitted jeans showed a bit of a bulge and a shapely butt. His hair was styled in two parallel braids, hanging a few inches off his scalp at the back of his head. They accentuated his cute, welcoming face.
His smile was intoxicating as he greeted me – Jamal – check me in and escorted me to my room. The property was a large garden along the sea. Jamal stepped spryly from paving stone to paving stone along the many pathways the crisscrossed the grounds. We chatted about my travels, the hotel, gardens, and beach.
And then he stopped and opened the door to my room.
“Let me know if you need any further assistance,” he said, his eyes lingering on mine.
I had a little time to settled into my room before it was time for dinner. The hotel provided breakfast and dinner at set hours. I washed my face quickly in the sink and changed my sweaty t-shirt, opting for a linen shirt like the receptionist had on.
At dinner, Jamal was attending to my table and continued to be gracious and seemingly a bit flirty. His body movements refilling my water, clearing my plate, and doing other tasks grew closer and closer until he was grazing my body with his arms and hands.
“Have a good night,” he said as I rose to leave. “And remember, if you need anything, let me know.”
The sun had set during dinner and the full moon shone brightly, so I took a moonlit stroll along the beach and meandered through the gardens. Arriving back in my room, I stripped off and got in the shower. The water gurgled and sprayed haphazardly around the ample sized shower. And what little water did hit my skin was freezing cold despite the electric heater attached to the shower head.
I toweled off and got redressed, walking through the grounds to reception. Jamal was attending the front desk. I explained the issue and he found someone to cover him at the desk and grabbed the tool box from under the closet.
I let him into my room and followed him to the bathroom.
He leaned over into the shower and toyed with the equipment. “This is usually a quick fix,” he explained, his arms stretched out.
I could see the nice shape of his butt and a hint of his underwear waist band with his linen shirt drawn up.
We chatted about Costa Rica and his Caribbean culture, the flirting resuming.
“I like your braids,” I told him. “They frame your face nicely.”
He looked back at me with a coy smile. “In my culture, men wear the braids so they hang down to indicate how long their manhood is.”
I laughed, shaking my head, assuming he was toying with me.
He chuckled but gave me a serious look.
“Really,” I asked, mentally measuring his dangling braids.
He nodded, smirked, and continued working on the shower. I’d say he matched my size with about 8inches of meat between his legs.
As my dick chubbed at the thought, water spurted haphazardly from the shower, inadvertently soaking Jamal.
I grabbed a towel as he cut off the faucet.
With the towel I patted his torso, absorbing lingering drops of water. I quickly moved downward. Upon reaching his jeans, he started to unbutton his wet shirt. It clung to his body, black skin and fine muscles showing through.
I kept patting his wet jeans and felt his dick underneath. It was chubbed.
I worked down his legs as his shirt came completely off. His black skin shone from the water and bathroom light. 6 pack abs and finely shaped lithe pecs, free of hair, gave me a great view.
Patting his jeans at his ankles, he then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His underwear was also wet, white briefs, soaked with shower water. He hooked his fingers under his clothes and pushed his wet jeans and underwear down. A dark trimmed bush was exposed first, followed quickly by the base of his shaft. The further down they went, the more of his shaft was revealed until a half-hard cock bounced free, waving in the air.
He stepped out of his clothes, hardening cock swinging. It was easily 8inches, as dark as the rest of his skin, uncut, and after the first few inches, had a sharp upward bend.
It was inches from my face, and my eyes were locked on it.
“Thought you might like that,” Jamal said, wagging his hips to swing his dick.
He turned to face the shower again, his smooth, firm, plump butt facing me. He kept working, bending down to toy with something. His cheeks parted and a smooth, dark with some pink hole was exposed. He clenched and relaxed the hole, like he was winking at me with his anus.
I took the invitation and ran my hand over his glute, down his crack, and touched his hole.
I heard a soft moan.
He opened the faucet and the shower gurgled to life, this time spraying water correctly and with heat.
The water wet Jamal’s arms as he stood back up, turning off the faucet.
Turning to face me, his dick swinging, oozing precum.
“Look like you have a leak too,” I teased, wrapping my fingers around his dick. “Since you helped me with mine, it’s only right that I help you with yours.” Jamal just moaned in response. “Only thing is, my husband will want to watch, so I will video call him.”
“That’s hot,” Jamal said, lips curling.
As I called Arjun, Jamal took the phone and pushed me to my knees, his dick waggling in my face. But he stopped me from sucking him with a hand on my forehead, waiting.
“What’s your husband’s name,” Jamal asked.
“Arjun.”
As soon as I said his name, he answered the call. “Hi Arjun, Jamal here,” the receptionist said. “Your husband arrived safely to my hotel and he is very horny. He’s salivating over my dick, but insisted on calling you before swallowing it.”
Jamal panned the phone down over his body and to his dick with me kneeling before it. “Want to watch him service my long cock,” Jamal asked.
“Hell yeah,” Arjun replied, calling out to me, “Suck Jamal’s hot cock bro! Looks like it just the size you love to choke on.”
“You heard him,” Jamal told me, stroking himself. “Suck my cock.”
I leaned in, licking from under the bend in his dick up to the foreskin, tasting his clean, salty precum. Licking back down each side, I got his dick nice and wet before swallowing 5 of his inches with one bob of my head.
“Fuck,” Jamal moaned, placing his hand on my head and setting the phone down where Arjun could watch. “You know how to suck a cock, man.”
I lifted up and sank back down, sucking him fast, incrementally taking more of his dick inside with each downward motion.
One hand squeezed his butt cheek while the other massaged his testicles. I increased speed on his dick, my head a blur on his shaft, servicing 7 of his inches.
“Aaaahhhhh,” Jamal moaned.
“That’s it,” Arjun said. “Suck him good. But get that whole monster in your mouth.”
“Fuck dude” Jamal moaned. “Hot husbands!”
On my way back down, I opened my throat more and pushed another inch inside. Holding there, I got accustomed to the bend of his cock. The head pressing hard into the top of my throat.
“Take it,” Jamal soothed, rubbing my hair, gently pressing my head onto his dick.
My throat opened even more and the last inch slid inside. He was 9inches, not 8, he was after all a little longer than me. I moaned.
“Fuck,” Jamal moaned. His 9inch meat buried in my mouth and throat.
I lifted up and sank back down, sucking his curved shlong.
“FUCK,” Jamal groaned, holding my head still and moving his hips.
“Watch me face-fuck your husband,” Jamal told Arjun, smiling into the camera.
“Fuck yeah dude,” Arjun called back. “He loves that!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my husband, naked, beating his dick as he watched Jamal fuck my face.
After a while of the three of us moaning, Arjun pipped back up.
“Jamal,” he said suggestively. “Grant also really likes to have his prostate played with and his anus stretched out. That bent snake of a dick of yours should do just the trick.”
Jamal moaned, pulled out of my mouth, and slapped my face with his wet cock.
“You want to ride my dick,” he asked me, slapping me again.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, moaning.
Jamal brought me to my feet, removed all my clothes, my precum slicked raging 8inch dick bouncing free.
“Fuck that’s a big white dick,” Jamal exclaimed, stroking it.
He dropped to his knees and sucked on it, licking my precum clean, wetting the entire shaft, expertly sucking it like I’d done for him.
Jamal breathed, licking the glans as he pulled off me, “Tastes good too.”
Slipping down off his knees, Jamal laid down, placing the balled-up towel behind his head.
I grabbed lube from my toiletry bag, my leaking dick filling the view in the phone screen for a second. “Love that dick bro,” Arjun cooed. “Can’t wait to see it flopping around as you ride Jamal’s monster.”
I squirted lube on Jamal’s dick, jacking him, spreading it around. His lube, long, curved, black cock glistened.
Jamal collected his own precum and fingered my ass, lubing my hole.
“HHhuuuuuuuuuhh,” I moaned, feeling his fingers play around inside my anus.
I squatted over him, holding his dick. His fingers withdrew.
Jamal grabbed the phone and held it up. “Watch your husband’s ass swallow my dick.”
Arjun watched, stroking himself, egging me on as I lowered my ass onto Jamal’s dick.
His head pushed up through his foreskin and popped easily into my ass. Pressing against my sphincter, I moaned loudly, echoed by Jamal’s soft sigh.
“Fuck yeah Grant, take my cock,” Jamal coaxes, rubbing my legs.
I slid further down, the head of his dick pressing across the length of my prostate.
“Fuuuuck,” I croaked, luxuriating in the pleasure.
Further and further down, past the bend in his dick until my testicles pressed between my body and his. With all 9inches inside, my ass was well stretched, and bliss blossomed in my filled anus. With the bend of his dick, my prostate and inner g-spot were both on fire.
Rising up, I dropped back down, riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster.
We are both moaning.
Faster.
Skin slapping.
Moaning.
Harder.
Jamal repositioned the phone to give Arjun a better view and his hands gripped the sides of my butt, squeezing my hairy, firm ass and feeling the muscles clench and loosen, riding his dick, getting him very close to orgasm.
“Fuck,” Jamal panted and pushed me up.
His dick popped from my ass and he flipped over, his large wet cock smacking the tiled floor, his smooth, firm, black ass facing me.
“I would be mad to miss the chance of having the biggest white cock I’ve ever seen inside me,” he said, hinging his hips so his butt lifted up.
I dropped to my knees. Pushes his glutes apart. Licked the length of his crack and ate his ass with abandon.
Sloppy. Slobbering. Moaning. His hole opened and his voice whined, begging me to fuck him. “Oooh fuck Grant,” Jamal moaned, his anus opening. “Eat my ass. Get it ready for that cock of yours!”
Arjun moaned, slowing his strokes. His nuts were tight. He was close, but was holding off, enjoying the show.
I dripped lube over my dick, the runoff dripping onto Jamal’s spread pinkish dark hole.
“Fuck him good,” Arjun goaded as my dick pressed inside, my fat mushroom head enveloped by his eager anus.
Jamal moaned and whimpered, his ass engulfing my dick as I inserted it.
After a few inches pressed inside, his hand stopped my hips.
“Fuck,” he whimpered again, his anus shuddering.
I leaned over, wrapping my arms around his torso and kissing his neck.
“Just relax,” I soothed, licking his neck. “Let it go and just feel the pleasure. Feel my white cock massage you open.”
His ass opened with a sigh and the rest of my cock slid easily inside. Bottoming out, I felt my glans stretching out his anus walls.
I gyrated my hips, pressing in, stretching him as much as I could. He screamed in pleasure and I pulled a few inches out, then pounded back in.
“FUCK,” he yelled. “Fuck yeah!”
Again and again, I pounded his ass.
In.
Out.
In, stretching his anal walls.
“FUCK,” I cried out, “Fuck me!”
Squatting, I pulled his ass up higher and doggy style jackhammer-fucked his ass.
Jamal threw his head back in a silent moan.
I grabbed his dangling braids and yanked, riding him while holding his head back.
“NNNaaaaaaaaaa, fuck, fuck, aaahhh fuck me,” Jamal moaned, egging me on.
“I’m getting close,” I panted through my grunts and groans.
“Me too,” Jamal croaked. “I want to cum in your ass as you plaster me in your load.”
Arjun moaned, stroking faster.
I pulled out of Jamal, who quickly flipped back over onto his back and pointed his dick at my anus.
Dropping down, my ass enveloping his dick, taking all 9inches to start, I resumed riding his magnificent meat. Up and down I went, my ass slapping on his thighs with each ride.
We are both panting, sweat dripping, our testicles drawn up tight.
I squeezed my anus as my long-dick riding continued.
“HOLY FUCK,” Jamal yelled. His abs and pecs tightened. His breath caught. He was silent for a moment, his face contorting. His hand jacked my dick and gently choked my throat.
“FUCKING HELL,” I yelled as his bent cock kept pressure on my trembling prostate and inner g-spot.
I lifted up, just to the point of his dick slipping from my ass and Jamal’s dick jolted.
Swollen to the point of rupture, I very slowly slid back down as Jamal silently screamed, still not finding his voice, humped into me, and his cum pumped up his cock and sprayed into my ass.
Jamal’s hand was a blur on my dick, which expanded and erupted, a hung, thick white rope of cum hitting his lips and trailing down his neck and pecs.
A guttural moan sounded from deep in my body. The sound waves washing over Jamal finally broke his voice loose to join in my chorus of pleasure.
I rode faster, my ass gripping his dick as it pumped a hung load inside and my own cock sprayed long ropes of cum over his torso, my thick white cum in clear juxtaposition to his dark black skin.
Distantly, I heard Arjun moan and saw his load squirt all over his hand and dick.
As our orgasms and pumping cocks subsided, I sank down on Jamal’s dick, sitting on his groin.
“Holy shit dude,” Jamal sighed, licking my cum off his lips. “That was amazing.”
He scooped more of my load off his torso and ate it. “And delicious,” he added with a wink.
I leaned in, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue.
Eventually, I climbed off of his softening dick.
He wiped up and got dressed.
Pulling me in for another kiss just before he left, carrying the toolbox, “Again, if you need anything, I’m working here the same days you’re staying.”
I locked the door behind Jamal and picked up the phone. Arjun and I grinned at each other and had a nice chat before I cleaned up in the warm shower and zonked out in the bed.
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