Pinch

Oh my God, like the best hotel room I ever book. Two nights at a Motel 6 in Redmond, Oregon. I’m there for the weekend to do some mountain biking and relaxing. The dog-eat-dog grind deserves a break, right? Anyway, it isn’t so much the room itself, but it is what happens in that room that is memorable.

So, I roll into the Motel 6 after a 3-hour haul from the Portland area, over the Cascades and into Central Oregon; the smell of juniper is everywhere. I love it. My Santa Cruz Bronson is itchin’ to hit a local trail—a dry trail. The trails in the valley are typically too wet and muddy to ride this time or year, so I head eastward to the Redmond area. I walk up to the counter to check in, and everything seems to move in slow motion. There is a Latino guy behind the counter who is magnificent. His smile, clothes, physique, etc. beckon my internal engine. Now, let me clarify, this doesn’t happen very often. True, I have a girlfriend in the Portland area, but she knows I like to explore the other side once in a while and is cool with it. A unique relationship, I must say.

Now, back to the slow motion…

I’m gonna cut to the chase here, since you’re most likely reading this for immediate gratification, right? Okay, while checking in, I chat the hotel clerk up—his name is Mateo, by the way. I can tell that he is sort of into me, but not sure whether I swing one way or both ways. His slight, Spanish accent gradually swells my cock in my shorts and begins churning the contents of my balls—days since they’ve been emptied.

I have a live-for-the-moment attitude, so I ask him if he mountain bikes. He does but not the heavy stuff. Fine. Would he go mountain biking with me? He can’t that day but tomorrow works. I don’t know if I can wait that long, especially when he bends over the printer to retrieve my receipt. Do you want to do something later today, like dinner? A drink?

Mateo is reading my thoughts wonderfully and suggests we do a drink or two in my room after he gets off work at 9pm. I’m sure the bulge in my shorts is obvious, and I make it even more obvious by stepping back from the counter to see if Mateo looks. Oh, he does and gives me a knowing smile. I am rock hard and want this guy, but there are two other people waiting to check in behind me. “Later then,” I say.

“Yep,” he says as I tote my bag down the hall to the elevator. It takes every ounce of effort to not rip my shorts off and jack off when I get to my room; I want to save it for Mateo, but there is no guarantee he will show up, much less fulfill my fantasies. But I wait. I suit up, drive to a local trail and shred for nearly two hours. I get back, pass Mateo at the desk—he is busy with a guest and doesn’t see me—shower, still tempted to choke the cum out of my cock, but hold off again. It’s only 7pm. I go out—Mateo is not at the desk when I leave—, eat at a small dinner, drive to the store, buy a six-pack of IPAs and return. It is about 8:30pm and Mateo is manning the desk. He looks up at me and smiles. “You still up for drinks?” he asks, causing my cock to swell once again. God, I want his hands, mouth, everything on my dick.

“Yes, I sure am,” I say, holding up the bag with the six-pack in it.

“Great. I can get off at 8:45, so I can come up early if you want or wait until nine if you want.” His smile and the way he leans against the counter maddens me; tingles of lust spread throughout my body.

“The sooner the better,” I say, making it obvious what I want.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, glancing down at the obvious bulge in my shorts. “Then, sooner it is.” He bites his lip ever-so-slightly. “Do you always walk around like that?” He asks.

I know he was referring to the noticeable mountain of cock under my shorts. “No, but it’s been like that since talking to you.” He smiles even wider. I move on toward the elevator.

It seems like I had just arrived in my room when there was a knock on the door. The knock springs my cock to full attention under my shorts. I open the door and there Mateo stands, about 4-5 inches shorter than I but well-built and, as mentioned earlier, magnificent. Neither of us say a word as he steps in, closes the door behind, pushes himself against me and kisses me like he really means it. Now, I’m not a big kisser when it comes to guys, but I am so taken away by passion, that my tongue finds his and it drives my passion even further. I feel his cock against my thigh—not bad from the feel.

Mateo reaches down under my shorts and grabs my rock-hard cock, squeezing it in his warm hand. I moan aloud, reach down and slide my shorts and underwear down my legs in one motion. I pull my tee shirt off as Mateo kneels down and begins licking the head of my swollen manhood while caressing my recently-shaved, swollen balls. I can’t believe it. There is this hot guy I only met a few hours ago, kneeling down in front of me, about to put my cock in his mouth. The wonders of this world never cease to amaze me. When he first puts my cock in his mouth, he goes about halfway down, but with each drop of his head onto my shaft, he takes a little more in, nearly reaching its base—not even my girlfriend can manage that. What a pro! Mateo stops long enough to stand up, remove his clothing and push me back onto the bed to resume his all-out assault on my raging hard on. After he removes his clothing, I noticed how hard and firm his small frame is. Damn, I am one, lucky guy at that moment.

He climbs onto the bed and gives me another passionate kiss; I grab his stiff, wonderful cock, a bit smaller than mine, but still wonderful. I feel pre-cum on my hand as I massage his cock. He then moves down to my goods again and goes to work. God, the pleasure is unreal. The way his tongue moves along my cock’s shaft; the way his teeth teasingly nibble on my cock’s head; the way his lips give just the right pressure, nearly pinching at times. I find myself groaning aloud, tingling everywhere. I can’t last long at this pace. “Mateo, you’re going to get a mouthful if you don’t ease up,” I say, not wanting him to ease up.

He pulls up from my cock long enough to smile at me and whisper, “I haven’t eaten yet, so that’s what I’m counting on.” He kisses the head of my cock, raises his eyebrows and goes back to work. Moaning, I reach down his back and into the crack of hit hot ass and find his anus. I work one and then two fingers into him; he responds with a moan when I get the second finger in and he just about has my whole cock down his throat. I know I will explode soon, but don’t care. Live for the moment.

“I’m getting very close,” I say, beginning to thrust my hips into his face, testing him to get just a bit more of my length into his mouth. I am more than very close; my balls tighten; my toes curl; I nearly scream; a slow, wonderful surge of unstoppable passion pushes against my loins. I come and I come hard. Mateo is a trooper though, swallowing most of my sperm. I am normally a big cummer, but it’s been days since I last shot my load, so I can imagine the deluge of my man juices into Mateo’s mouth. I pull my fingers out of his hole. He pulls my cock out, one more, small spurt of cum shoots up and onto his hand, dripping down. A wonderful mess.

“Holy shit, dude, that was so hot,” I say leaning back on the pillows.

“You’re damn right,” he says, smiling at me, a drop of cum on his chin. I reach over, wipe it away with my finger and taste it. I have tasted my cum on several occasions. “My turn?” he asks, beginning to stroke madly at his erection.

“Yeah, as long as you shoot it on me,” I say, beginning to massage his balls with one hand and insert two fingers back into his ass.

“I think I can do that,” he moans. He tilts his head back, repeating, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Not very loud, but it is so hot, I find my cock beginning to get hard again.

“Okay Mateo, let me have it,” I say. I keep repeating, “Let me have it, let me have it.” I want to feel his warm cum on my body.

About 100+ yes-chants later, Mateo obliges and shoots two, thick, creamy ropes of his seed on me; one on my neck and another across my left nipple. Very, very hot. I remove my fingers from his ass, scoop up a bit of Mateo’s fresh jizz and lick my fingers clean. Damn, I can get used to this. It is then I noticed my cock is nearly rock-hard again.

Mateo, kneels there, looking hard at me, a few more drops of cum dripping from his beautiful, shrinking cock. “Do you want to be inside me?” he asks. His smile tells me that is what he wants.

“Of course I do, but I’m a little large and don’t want to hurt you.” I mean this even though the thought of having my cock inside his ass is pretty much all I have been thinking since first seeing him.

“I have had two other guys inside me before,” he says. “One was nearly your size, and I handled it fine. It turns me on more than hurts. Do you have lube?” He stands up next to the bed now. Damn, he is one, gorgeous man.

“Lube? Yeah, it’s in my bag. I’ll get it.” I always come prepared when I’m away from home. You just never know, right?

“I want you lying on the bed,” he begins. “I’ll lube you, guide you in and ride you. It feels better for me that way.” He takes the lube from my hand, holds my hardening cock in his other hand for a moment and smiles.

Who would argue with that? So, I lie on the bed while Mateo climbs up, straddles me, spreads some lube on my cock and strokes it until it’s rock hard. He then spreads more lube in and around his anus, preparing for my visit. Oh, what a visit that will be. He pushes my cock against his ass slowly. For a moment, I think it won’t work, since I am fairly large. But just as I think this, my cock’s head nudges into his man hole. Mateo stops, pushes a little more, stops, pushes. He repeats this until my cock is halfway inside him. The pinch his anus gives my cock is enough to consider fucking this guy as often as possible. When he sucked me off, it felt wonderful. Having his rectum around my hard cock, caressing it, working it, is just too much, beyond wonderful, like a transcendence. I know I won’t last. After repeating the “stop-push” technique three more times, Mateo is riding me hard, driving himself down until my whole shaft disappears inside him. I imagined the head of my cock boxing his kidneys. It is incredible. He rides me like that, nearly pinching my cock off, until I feel that surging feeling again.

“Mateo, oh God, I’m going to come again!” I nearly scream. He doesn’t ease up though—thank God.

“I can feel you,” he says, his semi-hard cock slaps against my pubic hair when he is all the way down on my cock. When I come, I arch my back, pushing hard, but I realize my entire cock is inside Mateo. I see stars; I think I see heaven.

I stay inside Mateo for a few minutes—he says he wants my entire load inside him. He got that and more. Ten minutes later he shoots a smaller load onto my chest. I taste some of it. We clean up. He leaves. I realize we haven’t drunk one beer. That is okay, because he returns the next night. It is a repeat performance with both of us cumming twice more. Definitely the best sex I’ve ever had, period. I might be moving to Redmond.