Only the front desk clerk, Randy, and I were on duty.
I was cleaning the lobby, ice machines and stocking the snack machines. I'd only been working at the motel since turning nineteen l a few weeks ago. As a man came in Cole put away the machine snacks in the backroom.
"How can I help you, sir?" Randy asked."
"I'd like a room for the night. just came from a PR conference. "
"Certainly. How many days, sir."
"Just tonight, please."
Cole returned as Randy did his job; the man turned to me. Our eyes met awkwardly. "Evening, sir." I said in a shaky voice. Damn he was good-looking, thought Cole.
He just nodded, and as I turned away, I could still feel his eyes on me. Once the paperwork was done, Randy told me to take the gentleman’s suitcase to his room.
“He’s in 211, Cole." Randy handed me the key.
I took his suitcase to the elevator. The elevator doors were lined with decorative mirrors.
When I glanced up, the gentleman was staring at my butt, then his gaze shifted to meet my eyes in the reflection. I lowered my head.
The elevator doors slid open. “This way, sir.” I strolled down the hallway, his suitcase rolling behind me.
At the room, I unlocked the door and carried the suitcase inside and set it on the bed nearest to the entrance. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
"Not at the moment. Thank you." He handed me a twenty-dollar bill. My eyes lit up. "Thank you, thank you very much sir."
He nodded, and as I walked out, I could feel his gaze upon me. I turned back to him smiling as I shut the door. I’d never heard of a twenty-dollar tip for carrying a single piece of luggage to a room.
On my way back to the lobby, I couldn’t quite figure out his generosity. If I were a girl, it might make sense, but I’m a guy… Then, suddenly, it clicked.
Well, I told myself, he is a goodlooking man. Back to Reality. Time to get back to stocking the snack machines.
Fifteen minutes later when I'd finished stocking everything, I went to Randy at the front desk. "A game of chess, Randy?"
"Sure." Before I finished setting up the chess game the phone rang.
Randy whispered. "It's 211." He smirked. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" Randy listened. "Yes. Of course. You're welcome."
The front desk clerk looked at me with mysterious smiling eyes. "211 needs your help."
Randy said he had to call his husband and tell him about the twenty-dollar tip. "Let me give you some advice from one gay dude to another. Whatever he wants, Cole, he strikes me as a man who pays for what he wants. Take as much time as you need. Understood? No one else will be coming here at this hour."
I nodded. "I... guess so." With some hesitation, I walked to the elevator. The doors opened and closed, and soon I was on the second floor, making my way to his room.
I knocked. "It’s open," his deep, masculine voice called out. Stepping inside, I saw him by the dresser, wearing only a towel. He was built like a bodybuilder, with massive pecs and a chest covered in black hair. His blue eyes locked onto mine, intense and unflinching.
He poured two drinks from a whiskey bottle. "Would you like 7-Up in yours?"
"Yes sir." I giggled inside. He wanted me. Maybe he was the one. Maybe he'd take my virginity."
He handed me the drink.
"Thank you, sir."
"You are a respectful, young man."
"Let's sit." He sat on the bed closest to the window, I sat on the bed near the door. A nightstand between us. On the nightstand I saw a hundred-dollar bill just lying there. "What's your name?"
"Cole Danvers." I took a small sip.
"I'm William Dey. You're very attractive and I feel you're smart too. So, you must know why you're here?"
I smiled and nodded. "In movies when a man answers a door in a towel it usually means there will making love somewhere down the road."
He laughed smiling," I like you. You have brains and a wicked sense of humor. May I ask if you're gay."
I paused realizing my dick was getting hard. "I've been called faggot since the fifth grade. Beaten up. Teased. And hating myself for knowing I was gay. Yes, I am gay and a virgin because I didn't know who to trust." I took a bigger sip of my drink.
The hunky man got up and sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me. His warmth was irresistible and intoxicating. We were face to face, and then he kissed me—so tenderly, so softly.
My hard-on was ready to bust through my pants. Pre-cum was running down my leg. William pulled off my shirt. He laid me on the bed unbuckled my belt and slowly took my pants down. I laid there in my boxer briefs in harmonious ecstasy as he kissed my chest, slowly going down my body.
When he got to my underwear he slipped them off.
His towel fell to the floor. His erection popped up, huge and beautiful as though sculpted by the Gods.
His welcoming mouth encompassed my dick. Never have I felt anything like this before. Certainly not masturbating. It felt like fireworks going off in my brain and in my heart. I squirmed as he went down on me with speed and yet softness. He smelled like soap, a manly aroma of the woods after an autumn rain.
"I'm going to take you, Cole. Is that alright with you?"
"I'd like that.
""I will be gentle, considerate and every inch a gentleman."
"I don't doubt that Mr. Dey."
"Call me Will."
Will got up, retrieved a tube of lubricant, I presumed. Then returned to me. He raised up my legs and planted his mouth on my young butthole, licking it and sucking it - driving me into a state of homoerotic passion. A state I have often dreamed of being with the man I would someday love.
Will's tongue went north taking both of my hairless balls into his mouth savoring them. I had to concentrate hard that I didn't cum too soon. Then a thick finger entered my butthole catching off guard. A moment I have waited for, since I realized I was gay ... to lose my virginity to a worthy man.
The feeling of his cock entering me was both painful and joyous. A feeling of fulfillment. As he thrusted inside and out, he gained speed, his groaning increased. My hole gripped his cock. More moaning came from him. The friction produced a warmth that drove both of us insane with pleasure. It increased ten-fold every minute. He grabbed my hips and began banging his cock into my hole. I started jacking my dick with purpose moaning loudly. We came nearly at the same time. Cum flew. Groans increased then dissolved into heavy breathing, he filled up my hole with what felt like a gallon of cum. I came on his arms and stomach. He lapped it up like a puppy.
We collapsed in each other's arms. When we came back to realty, he asked if I was in college. Two classes a week. "Majoring in Communications, you know advertising and PR." He turned to me swiftly with a smile. "You're hired. I own a Public Relations Firm in Chicago. I'm not letting you go of you. You're a jewel, Cole."
"I've never met anyone like you, Will." Cole picked up the hundred-dollar bill from the nightstand. "I believe this is yours."
They grabbed each other and kissed like Soul Mates.
