I caught his reflection in the darkened screen of the motel room TV. The look on his face was equal parts heaven and hell, degradation and ecstasy. He whimpered and moaned as I thrust my cock deeper into his sweet, young, bubble ass. We'd been having at it since early afternoon and there was no end in sight. I had the room booked for a few days, the mini fridge was stocked, and I can say that I was loving every minute of it.
I'll be honest. I'm 40, fat, fuzzy, and a bit of a horndog. Most people guess my age at 30-35, and I always joke that they're either kind or blind. We all have our preferences, our 'type', but sometimes we meet someone and they get the ol' motor running. Sometimes we get their motor running. Sometimes it's pure animal lust.
That's how it was when I met Koti.
I have a small business - web design mostly. I handle the online needs for a handful of bars owned by a guy who used to be an executive at a greeting card company. He's queer, closeted, and one helluva business man. In the early internet days, he asked me to build him a web site for one bar. Then another. As social media gained popularity, I set up profiles and oversaw his staff's use of them. I maintained the web domains for everything under one web umbrella, and even kept things backed up on a private server in one of his buildings.
For me to spend my week bouncing from one gay bar to another was just how life moved. i came to terms with my sexuality in my teens, much to the horror of my family. Dad might've been able to tolerate it had I ever only fucked white guys. But no, my preference has almost always been black guys. Notice I said 'almost'.
Koti wasn't black. I won't say he was 100% white either. He looked like maybe he had a little Native American or Guatemalan in him. On this particular Thursday, all he had in him was me.
I was having a meeting with the manager of one of the bars. He needed me to block a former employee's access to the bar's web site and social media profiles. Easy peasy. The meeting included lunch, so my day was off to a good start. I'd just finished my hoagie and was having a beer when Koti walked in. He was dressed to impress, no doubt there. His long dark brown hair looked clean, he was wearing a nice shirt open to mid-chest, and his dress pants were snug, leaving little to the imagination. I remember thinking those pants would probably look better on the floor when he walked over and asked if I knew who we should speak to about a job.
I'm admittedly a smart ass, but a friendly one. I jokingly asked what sort of 'job' he wanted. He gave me a cute smile, then said he'd come because he heard the place needed a bar back.
I introduced myself, and asked him to have a seat. I said I'd go get the manager, who was in the back office. Once in the back, I asked the manager to give me a couple of minutes before he came out.
"Oh gawd, you just had a hoagie and you're gonna try to hit on the guy?" he laughed. He knew me too well.
I went back to the bar and told Koti the manager would be a minute. We made a little small talk, as you do.
Koti asked if I was a regular, or if maybe I worked for the bar as a bouncer. I couldn't help but laugh at that. I told him what my business was, but added that I'd bounce him if he really wanted.
He got the joke. Damn, he was cute.
The manager came out, and sat down on the other side of Koti, and gave him a quick interview. The usual questions: have you worked in a bar before? can you actually do the job? was he reliable?
Koti couldn't have been more than 20-21, so his answers were probably bullshit - but he had a nice personality, looked good (always a bonus working in a gay bar), and really seemed to need the job. The manager told him he could start on Sunday - a typically slow day, so he could learn the routine. He excused himself to head back to his office, but told me not to 'break him' before he went to the back.
I just laughed. Koti gave a half a laugh, and looked at me in mock concern.
"What do you think he meant by that?" Koti asked me. I laughed again.
"He's probably worried I might try to fuck you on the bar before the happy hour rush." I said this with a grin, making sure to hold Koti's eye contact.
"Oh my" was the first thing he said. He finished with, "well, I don't know about that."
I chuckled and guessed out loud that he probably wasn't into older guys, especially not those of us with a bit more than a dad bod. To my surprise, he stated that wasn't the case at all.
"It just wouldn't be the ideal place" he added. He held my eye contact. Oh yeah, he was a little horn dog himself - or at least he was a flirty SOB. Either was fine by me!
I asked if he was old enough to drink. Insisting he was, I ordered another beer and a cocktail for him. A vodka cranberry. Pretty typical for a young guy wanting to appear more mature.
We flirted a bit over our drinks, me being pretty sure that's all it was. I told him I'd have to get heading back to my motel room to get a little work done. He gave me a mock pout, and told me he'd been having fun chatting with me. I told him he was welcome to join me if he wanted, but I doubted I'd be heading back out, so probably wouldn't be able to guarantee a ride. I could always call him an Uber if he needed it. He assured me it was no problem. So off we went to my motel room.
As we walked from my car to the room, I got a good look at his ass in those snug pants. It looked like it was trying to escape. It was damned near perfect, but maybe just a bit big for his build. I'm an ass man, so I was A-OK with that.
Once in the room, I told him to make himself at home while I got out my laptop. It only took a few minutes to remove the former employee from the database and block him from the socials, etc. Koti seemed interested in what I was doing. I laughed and told him I'd probably be adding him to it next week - meaning I'd have his full name, address, SSN, etc. He joked that he should probably stay on my good side then. I joked with him that it wouldn't matter. Nobody's perfect, and as the guy who keeps the digital side of the bar running, I'd seen it all before.
Bartenders sending/receiving naughty DMs, dick pics, complaints about customers and co-workers, etc.
Koti asked how many of the bar staff I'd fucked. I chuckled and told him the truth. None.
"Probably not a good business practice" I added, with a wink.
"That's a shame, I was hoping we might..." he trailed off, sitting on the bed smiling at me.
I reminded him that he hadn't officially started the job yet. This brought a wicked grin to his face.
I offered to make him a drink, as I headed over to the mini fridge. He followed me and pinched my fat ass when I bent down to take a bottle of 7-Up out. He caught me off guard with that.
"Maybe we can hold off on the drink" he said as he put his arms around me. I turned to face him and before I could make a smart ass comment, he was kissing me.
There's something about a younger man's kiss, especially when he has nice full lips. I was getting as hard as I'd ever been. We made our way to the bed and made out for a while. I rubbed his crotch, and he was every bit as hard as I was, although not quite as big as me. Not that it mattered, contrary to popular belief I'm not a size queen. I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his nipples. His body was surprisingly smooth.
He reached to pull off my polo shirt. As he did so, he ran his fingers through the little patches of hair on my upper back. I've always been mildly self-conscious about it, but Koti seemed to like it.
"Mmmmmmm, furry daddy! I likey!" he said in a silly voice. When he got the my shirt all the way off, he got all the fur he could ever want. This seemed to turn him all the way on. He pushed me back on the bed and started kissing my chest and ample belly. He reached to undo my pants, asking "are you this hairy all over?" He sounded excited at the possibility.
Just so the reader knows, yes. I am. I'm a fuzzy SOB from a long line of fuzzy SOBs. And Koti was in 7th heaven...especially when he saw my cock.
I won't say I'm huge or anything, maybe 6-7" - but my dick is easily as big around as a beer bottle, and when fully erect, it stays hard long after it should.
"Oh daddy, is this for me?" he cooed in that silly voice. My hand had barely touched his head and his tongue was licking my cock. He moved to pull my pants the rest of the way off. He stopped for a moment and took off his. His body was gorgeous. Trim, taut, and hairless. I caught the sight of his ass in the mirror. Damn, it was perfect! Two meaty cheeks just waiting to be spread open.
I stood and picked him up and laid him back on the bed. I licked his balls and maneuvered on top of him so he could resume sucking my cock. The occasional gag aside, he gave great head.
I wanted that ass more than I've ever wanted anything. Pulling my cock out of his mouth, I rolled him over on to his stomach, and began to kiss and squeeze those beautiful cheeks. When I started running my tongue up and down his ass crack, his body quivered.
"Oh yes daddy...eat that pussy". A soft, almost breathless voice this time. Lower, no trace of the silly voice. I pulled his legs off the bed, so I could have better access to that ass. My tongue was going to town. I lapped at that sweet pink hole, getting it good and wet, before I started thrusting my tongue in it. I squeezed his ass cheeks as I did this and he just kept moaning and muttering, "oh yes daddy."
I let loose a long, thick stream of spit onto his asshole and started to rub it in with my thumb. Koti backed his ass to meet my thumb. I stood behind him, pulling his ass up to meet me, and started to rub my swollen cock head up and down his ass crack, working my to his hole. I rubbed it there for a few seconds before he practically begged for lube.
"You're big, daddy, please, we need lube." He sounded turned on but almost afraid.
I'm always prepared. My job takes me around a fair bit, and I've been lucky so far. Today was no different. I had a bottle of lube on the night stand and handed it to him. Koti handled the application.
He squirted some on his fingers and rubbed it on, in, and around his asshole. Then he squeezed more into his hand and applied it to my cock, stroking it. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He had it glistening. Then he looked up at me and said, quietly and sweetly, "please just don't hurt me daddy."
I assured him I wouldn't. I eased my cock into him, bit by bit using slow, short thrusts. I went just a little deeper each time until I was halfway into him. I asked if he needed a second to get used to me.
"You feel so good in me, daddy" was all he could muster, so I thrust myself all the way in. I fucked him long and slow at first, occasionally lifting him to better positions. He whimpered and took short breaths. I could tell he was loving it. I used my body to push him back on to the bed, as I laid on top of him fucking that beautiful ass. He tried to push his ass back to me with each thrust. This was the first time I caught his reflection in the darkened TV screen. His eyes closed tight. His hair flopping down. His face was a mixture of anguish and ecstasy. His eyes and mouth popped open, making quiet little noises as I thrust further and faster, preparing to cum. I unleashed a good 4 day load deep inside him, then just lay on top of him, panting, and kissing his neck. My cock, as usual, hadn't got the message that we'd finished round one. I felt my own discharge try to ease out around it, so I slowly pulled out.
Koti's ass was oozing my load.
"Damn, daddy - can we do that again?" he asked, as we cuddled and kissed. OK, yeah - I like a good cuddle afterwards. Needless to say, we made a mess of the bed cover.
Throughout the afternoon, we made even more of a mess. We had a few drinks, kissed a lot, and fucked like teenagers whose parents are away on vacation.
I fucked him. I let him try to fuck me. I sat on top of him and his dick, and I think it might've been a bit much for him. If we weren't drinking or kissing, our mouths were all over each other's bodies, cocks, balls, you name it.
Every time I caught his reflection is the darkened TV screen, the image turned me on.
Around 9 o'clock, someone in the next room pounded on the wall. We could hear a muffled "keep it down in there!". We both chuckled at that.
Koti spent the night, and we had some fun in the morning, but by 11 or so, he needed to get home (I gave him a ride) and I needed to get some work done. The next week, I got word from the bar manager to add him to the database.
He only lasted a couple of weeks. From what I was told, he was a good worker, and was popular with the patrons and his co-workers. When I got the call asking to remove him from the database, I was confused. I did something I normally wouldn't. I called Koti, just to make sure he was ok. He sounded really happy to hear from me. He told me he'd taken a different job and besides, he missed me. He didn't want to mess up my "good business practices". Then he asked me out.
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