I pulled up to the Jennings Motel, my cock already twitching at the thought of what was about to happen. The place was a dump, the kind of place where people came for quick, dirty sex, and that’s exactly what I needed. I adjusted myself in my jeans, feeling the weight of my 7-inch cock pressing against the fabric. I was nervous, but the anticipation was fucking delicious.
I knocked on the door, my heart pounding. It swung open almost immediately, revealing Harry—a balding, chubby older man with a thick gray beard and eyes that burned with hunger. He was already shirtless, his hairy chest on full display, and his 5-inch cock half-hard in his loose sweatpants. He smirked at me, his gaze raking over my body.
"Get in here, boy," he growled, stepping aside to let me through. I swallowed hard but didn’t hesitate. The door clicked shut behind me, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation.
Harry didn’t waste time. He shoved his sweatpants down, his cock springing free, thick and veiny. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice rough. I dropped to my knees without a second thought, my own cock aching as I looked up at him.
He stepped closer, his cock swaying slightly as he guided it toward my mouth. "Open up," he commanded. I obeyed, my lips parting as he pushed inside. The taste of him was salty and warm, his cock filling my mouth completely. I moaned around him, my nerves melting away as I lost myself in the sensation.
Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he started to fuck my mouth slow and deep. "Fuck, you take a cock so well," he grunted, his hips rolling as he slid in and out. I gagged slightly but kept my mouth open, my own cock straining against my jeans as I sucked him harder.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. I scrambled onto the mattress, my ass clenching in anticipation. Harry climbed onto the bed behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself.
The first thrust was slow, deliberate. He pushed inside me inch by inch, stretching me open. I moaned, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he filled me completely. "Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. He started slow, his hips rolling as he fucked me with long, deep strokes.
I could feel my own cock leaking, desperate for release. Harry’s hands slid around my waist, his fingers wrapping around my shaft as he stroked me in time with his thrusts. "You like that, don’t you?" he growled. "You love being fucked like a little slut."
I whimpered, nodding as much as I could with his cock buried in my ass. He chuckled darkly, his thrusts picking up speed. "That’s it, take it like a good boy," he panted, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucked me harder. His fingers tightened around my cock, stroking me in rough, demanding strokes.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as pleasure coiled tight inside me. Harry must have felt it too because he suddenly pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit and lube. He flipped me onto my back, his hands gripping my thighs as he slammed back inside me.
"Fuck!" I cried out, my back arching as he pounded into me. His cock hit that sweet spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered filthy things. "You’re gonna take every inch of me, boy. Gonna fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum."
His words sent me over the edge. I came hard, my cock pulsing as ropes of cum spilled across my chest. Harry groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and came with a guttural groan, his cock twitching as he filled me with his hot cum.
He pulled out slowly, his cock sliding from my ass with a wet sound. He looked down at me, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard. "You’re a cum slut now," he panted, his voice rough with satisfaction. He stroked his cock a few times, and another thick rope of cum splattered across my face. I licked my lips, tasting him, and he smirked. "Yeah, you are."
I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent and my mind blissfully empty. Harry chuckled, running a hand through my hair before flopping down beside me. "Not bad for a first time," he said, his voice smug. I grinned, too exhausted to care. We’d be back here again soon.
