Snowed Inn

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night desperate to pee. Just a few coals were glowing in the fire but the heat from having Tyler and Mark cuddled up next to and on top of me had kept all of us plenty warm.  As gently as I could, I lifted Tyler off of me and slid out of the bed. Both dad and son shifted themselves in their sleep. Naked, Mark spooned Tyler tightly. It was a sweet and sexy sight. 

I tip toed to the bathroom and tried the light switch. The power was back on.  Looking at myself in the mirror I could only shake my head thinking of the events that had happened the night before. I ran my hands over my face, asking myself if I could believe how everything had unfolded so naturally. I could still smell Mark’s butt on my fingers. 

Trying not to make too much noise I aimed my cock at the side of the toilet and began pissing. I heard Mark bump into the door, shuffling still half asleep into the bathroom to stand next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder as he drew himself close to me. He aimed his flaccid thick cock at the bowl and started peeing, crossing my stream.

“The boy is out cold,” Mark said, “I wonder how bad the blizzard is?”

“What time do you think it is?,” I shook the last few drops out of my cock.

“Good question, 4:00?, Maybe 5:00.” 

His piss stream thinned, slowed and stopped with a few dribbles. We stepped away from the toilet. Looking adorably sleepy, Mark shifted himself to hug me. I felt a warm leftover drop of piss transfer to my thigh. I was sure I was doing the same. Holding each other, uncaring, almost enjoying being marked by the other’s piss was a kind of intimacy that I hadn’t felt in some time. Mark sighed and then began to hum a tune quietly and began to sway, a kind of slow dance of sorts. We moved like that in slow circles in the large bathroom. I was only half sure I was awake. “You sleepy? Do you need to go back to bed or should we leave junior here and go find some breakfast and see how bad it is out there?,” Mark Whispered while we swayed together. 

Before we left, Mark pulled some blankets over Tyler. The boy never stirred. Closing the door gently behind us, Mark said, “He’ll sleep in as long as we let him.” With that we went off to again explore the hotel.

In the lobby there was an entryway that had one set of glass doors off the lobby and another set of glass doors that led out to the outside. We could see snow was piled up to about 3 feet and the wind was blowing hard enough to shake the outside doors. It was difficult to discern the time. The snow bounced the moonlight around as it came down in large flakes making it almost bright as daylight. The storm was beautiful and fierce. It had given me one of the best nights of my life so I was on it’s side. If I were trapped in here for weeks with this sexy father and son duo, then let it snow.

Mark had found us some breakfast things, bagels, fruit, doughnuts from the kitchen pantry and piled a selection on to a tray. There was a love seat and coffee table in a cozy nook of the lobby where we could sit and watch the snow fall. Mark patted the cushion, “Have a seat and I’ll make us some coffee.” This hotel was like our personal empty mansion. Mark returned with a pot of coffee and a couple mugs a few minutes later.

“Thanks, I could get used to this,” I joked as he poured a cup for me. He replied with a grin and poured a cup for himself. We ate and drank our coffees in silence for a while, just taking in the warmth of each other, slightly hypnotized by the falling snow and the remaining pot in our systems. 

Caught up in some recollection what happened last night, I saw Mark shake his head again in disbelief like he had after the first episode in the jacuzzi. “Last night was crazy,” he said in a near whisper.

“Do you want to talk about it?,” I asked, realizing for the first time that this man’s entire life had just changed over night. I put both arms around him and held him like that as we continued to watch the snow. After a while, Mark exhaled and began to speak.

“I guess not. At least not right now. I was looking inside to see if I feel bad or feel any negative anything about it but I can’t.  I don’t think it’s the pot either. I feel like I had a rock in my shoe but I hadn’t noticed until it was gone. Like a problem was solved at the same time I noticed it was a problem.” He shook his head vigorously, took a giant bite of doughnut and that was that. Mark was gay, had just tag teamed his virgin son and was eating his breakfast peacefully. This calm, thoughtful examination and communication was really something I could get used to.

There was a television in the lobby.  We checked on the situation with the blizzard. The airport was closed and would be closed for at least the next three days. The highway that our hotel was off of was also closed to traffic in both directions. Road crews were working on downtown streets but the message was to stay home unless you could walk to where you were going. Mark, Tyler and I weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

“Darn,” Mark said. He smiled and ran his hand through my chest hair until finding my nipple, pinching it gently.

“Darn,” I echoed. I leaned back and opened the tie on my robe and spread out my arms inviting Mark to touch me all he wanted. His hands moved around my chest and stomach. He bent in to kiss my chest and flick my nipples with his tongue. He pushed the robe off my shoulder and lifted my arm above my head. He moved his head to explore my armpit, rubbing his face there, collecting my smell on his morning stubble. He then moved up to kiss my neck and finally my lips. I was face to face with my strong musky scent that lingered on his face. “Man I stink,” I said after our kiss ended.

Mark nodded, “You stink good.” He rubbed his face in my other pit, bringing his face back for a repeat kiss.  He straddled my lap on the loveseat. He shrugged off his robe and lifted his arm to smell under them. Crinkling his nose at his own strong smell he suggested  “Maybe we do need a shower. We can take one in my room, maybe let Junior sleep some more?”

In the shower, Mark washed me between kisses. I was still sleepy from the prior night’s activities and was moving slow and clumsily. Mark’s touch made me feel really taken care of. I relaxed against him as he used his hands to throughly and gently massage my scalp with the hotel shampoo. I tried to return the favor but Mark stopped me and asked if he could just take this time to explore my body. “I never have been able to touch a man like this,” He smiled sheepishly, “Now I get why Tyler couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”  I wasn’t going to argue. He moved behind me to continue his sensual, loving exploration. Mark reached around me, resting his head on my shoulder. He lifted my balls in his hands, gently rubbed them with his fingers. Mark washed under them, letting his fingers spread the soap into my butt crack. Gently probing me there with his fingers. Reaching through my legs from behind he kneaded and pulled on my cock, making me moan softly as he was sure to wash away the slime and dried cum, remnants from last night. When he was finished there, he knelt down, gripped my calves in his soapy hands, massaging the muscles there. Like this, he slowly worked his way up, washing and massaging me until I was clean and profoundly relaxed.  Mark held me under the shower spray, using his skilled hands to help rinse the soap from me. When he was done he turned me to face him and kissed me sweetly. 

“All clean,” he said as he gently patted me on my behind, “Why don’t you hop out while I finish up?” 

I stepped out to allow Mark to finish his shower. After I dried myself I hopped up and sat on the bathroom counter,  watching Mark soap up his hands and run them through his thick fur. He turned away from me and bent slightly, his soapy fingers dug into his furry butt crack and rubbed his hole clean. He turned again, facing away from the shower head and bent more, reaching back to spread his cheeks so the warm water could wash away any soap there. It was hot watching this man’s intimate shower routine.  When he was done he opened the door and grabbed a towel from the nearby hook. 

“Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” Mark chided as he pointed to my hard on. I hadn’t even noticed but wasn’t surprised that after watching Mark my cock had woken up more than I had. He was just so fucking sexy. 

“Be quiet and turn around. I want to watch that side of the show now.” I half joked, half ordered.

“Yes Sir!,” He said and turned around, slowly bending down to dry his lower legs, putting his golden furred, muscle butt on full display. I loved how the hair just above his crack was thicker than the rest of his back hair and stood in a curly tuft. I remembered tugging at it as we made out in the hotel restaurant last night. He slowly raised himself slightly pivoting at his waist to stretch, causing the muscles from his calves up to his glutes, his back, his shoulders and his deliciously furry arms to bulge and flex as he reached up toward the ceiling. My cock was not just hard again, it was starting to get slick.

 “Turn back around and put your hands on you head” I said louder and more sternly than expected.” Mark looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, rested his towel so it hung from his neck and did as he was told. When he faced me I noticed his cock had caught up to mine and was standing proud. We should have been exhausted but we were still obviously hungry for more. I was happy that this was turning him on as well. I hopped down and closed the distance between us getting close to him but making sure there was no contact just yet. I brought my face near his and Mark opened his mouth and moved to kiss me. I moved my face away, he tried to chase me with his mouth but, being shorter, he wasn’t able to. He let out a soft whine. His hands stayed on his head as I had commanded. 

 “What do you want, boy?,” I asked enjoying the frustration he was experiencing.

“Please,” Mark whispered. We were so close I could feel his hot breath on my mustache.

“Please what, Boy?” I asked fighting my own desperate urge to kiss the man. 

“Please kiss me, sir,” Mark said in a hungry gruff.

“Keep your hands on your head boy.” I said and slowly ran my tongue lightly on the top lip of Mark’s mouth. He pushed his tongue out to meet mine. I withdrew eliciting another breathy whine. 

“Sorry Sir,” he said. When he stopped squirming, I again began slowly dragging the tip of my tongue across his lip. He groaned and opened his mouth slightly but didn’t try again to rush it or me. He remained still, waiting for me to deliver my kiss. The waiting was hard for me too. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed my tongue into him. Placing my left hand atop his own hands I pulled his mouth against mine as our tongues slid together, our lips smacking. My other hand sought out the tuft of hair on his lower back. I caught our reflection in the mirror. Him standing at attention, me holding him, us kissing deeply. His thick body was twitching with occasional shivers of pleasure. Involuntarily, humping the air, Mark pushed his hard cock into my thigh momentarily before I stepped away and playfully slapped it hard enough that a string of pre-cum whipped up and around from it to land on his lower stomach, leaving a wet web from his cock head to his belly button. 

“Stay. It’s time for your own private lesson,” I said flatly and left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I looked around while I left Mark to stew in the excitement of what I had planned. A closed suitcase lay on the valet in the closet, a few pressed shirts hung on hangers above it. On one of the beds, was an open duffel bag with clothes tossed around it. I poked around in it and found a pair of cut off sweat shorts that were too small to be Mark’s and must be his son, Tyler’s. I grabbed them and put them behind me as I sat in the arm chair and called out for Mark. “Leave your hands on your head and come here, boy.” I said using my lower, deeper sex voice.

Mark entered the room as commanded. He moved slowly, his thick cock bounced with every step, spilling more pre-cum. My breath hitched. I wonder if I would every get used to the sight of him. The force of my attraction to him was unsettling. Where was this going, how far could I take this, was I falling in love? Before I could think too much more, my attention was pulled to the thick hair that flared from his armpits. His entire body was covered in golden hair, thicker in his pits, his crotch and in the center of his chest. He definitely worked out often. His body was strong and thick. Wherever this was going, there was one thing I knew, I wanted to fuck every part of this man. I had to remind myself that less than 24 hours ago Mark had thought of himself as a straight, stand-up father. Now he was standing naked and posed for another man’s viewing pleasure, following orders and even calling me “Sir.” What had Mark done last night that he had never done before? I took a quick inventory in my head. He had held and pumped his son’s mouth on my cock. We had kissed, a lot. He had gotten blown by his son. He had gotten rimmed by both his son and I. I had had two fingers buried in his hot virgin hole when he shot his load on his son’s tongue and face. He had jerked my cock until he made me shoot my own load on his son’s face. It was probably the first time he had stroked a cock other than his own. He had eaten his son’s hole and then held Tyler while I took the boy’s cherry. Lastly, he had shoved that beer can cock up his son’s tight little hole until he added his cum to mine. What was left for him to try? There was a lot.

“Get over here. On your knees.” I said, reminding myself of the moment when Mark had given his son a similar order last night. Without taking his hands from his head, Mark slowly lowered himself to his knees a couple feet from where I stood. His slow controlled movements again caused his muscles to extend and contract for my continued viewing enjoyment. 

I brought up my right foot and planted it solidly in the center of his chest. Mark’s eyes lowered to look at it but he did not move his head or his hands. I moved my foot to toe his nipple, Mark’s eyes closed as he let out a soft moan. I raised my foot higher and rested it on his strong shoulder as if he were a foot stool. He didn't move his hands from his head but pressed his cheek into my foot lovingly.  I opened my legs wide, allowing the towel to slide up my thighs enough so he could see the effect he was having on me. Licking his bottom lip, Mark let out a deep growl as he watched hungrily. 

“Patience, Boy.  We’re going to start from the bottom up.” Again Mark raised his eyebrow but I was encouraged by his low moans and rigid, leaking cock enough that I pushed forward. I gently lifted my foot to rest the arch of it on his panting mouth. His tongue darted against it tentatively. It was my turn to groan in response to the deliciously drawn out introduction to Mark’s submissive side. Cautiously he began to explore my foot with his tongue. It was a sexy sight, this short hunk on his knees, following orders to do things he had probably never considered.  It didn’t take him long to warm up to it and soon he was taking firmer swipes with his tongue. My feet were wet with his spit as he licked and grunted around them. When there wasn’t anywhere on my foot that’s tongue hadn’t reached, he raised himself enough so he could slowly suck my big toe into his mouth, moving his lips up and down sucking it as if it were a small cock. I unwrapped my towel, slowly wanking myself while Mark used his mouth and tongue to taste and lick around my foot, moaning as he did. After a bit of this, I switched feet. Mark treated the left as he did the right. I continued to jerk myself, watching the stud gorge on my toes until I grew too tired to hold my foot up.

“Lower you hands to the floor so you’re on your hands and knees” He complied, now licking the tops of my feet, occasionally rubbing, tenderly, his cheek against my right foot and then my left. The angle of his body forced his butt up.  I concentrated my view on the thick tuft of hair just above his ass crack. I enjoyed the feeling of his hungry tongue pushing between my toes as my hand  moved faster on my cock. 

“Rest your forehead on the floor and put your hands behind your back, keep your butt up.” Mark complied. I kept fisting my cock as I stood. Mark’s eye’s tried to follow my movements but he stayed face down, ass up. I walked around behind him and ran my toe through his hairy crack. The hair there was hot and sweaty from the exertion of his efforts and the excitement they caused. I poked my toe at his damp, tight opening, using his sweat to nudge and rub around it.  Mark moaned into the floor. I had already had my fingers in his hole, and had taken a taste of it myself while helping his son eat him out. I thought about going back for seconds of that hot furry hole but I wanted to see how far Mark was willing to go with this. He looked so sexy ass up, his sweaty, wet hole twitching against my toe.  Stopping myself before I ejaculated all over him, I switched from tugging to rhythmically squeezing my leaking cock head. I wanted this to last forever.

On the chair, Tyler’s sweat shorts caught my eye and I reached over Mark to collect them. I told Mark to stand up. His fat cock was rock hard and pulsing with every beat of his heart. His balls were pulled up tight. He was sweaty and panting with excitement. He looked like he also was close to popping. 

“Put these on, boy.” I held out his son’s shorts. 

“Those are Tyler’s, Adam…I mean, Sir. Sir, they are too small for me.” He said looking at the shorts in my hand. 

“Put these on boy,” I repeated calmly. Shrugging, Mark began putting his legs in the shorts. He pulled them on stretching the too small sweat shorts over his ass cheeks and then pushed his erection to one side so that he could stuff the beer can cock into them. On Mark, the sweat shorts were obscene. Stretched to accommodate Mark’s 34” waist, the legs were pulled up into very short shorts. Every detail of Mark’s cock and balls was visible as it pulsed against the fabric of his son’s too tight shorts. A growing wet spot emerged where the head of Mark’s cock was mashed tight against them. In the back, Mark’s developed glutes had swallowed the material where they met and his ass was on display in explicit detail. I groaned at the sight. I again began fisting my cock almost involuntarily in response to the hot sight of Mark in his son’s shorts.

“Lay on your back with your hands at your sides” I commanded. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor as he was told. I planted my feet on either side of his head, standing over his prostrate body. “Open your mouth” I ordered and mark stretched his mouth wide, willing to accept any part of me I wanted to put in it. I reached down, took the root of my cock in my hand and squeezing the fleshy tube milked out a long string of pre-cum, that slowly fell from my piss slit into Marks mouth, pooling on his tongue. He let out another groan, his hands stirred at his sides wanting to touch himself but waiting for his next order. The wet spot on the too tight shorts grew steadily. Once the deposit stopped flowing from me he closed his mouth, moaning as he ran his tongue around to taste the sweet offering. I watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“Thank you, sir.” He moaned and opened his mouth wide again, wanting more. That made me smile. I lowered my face to look at him and this time, instead of pre-cum, I slowly released some of my saliva to slowly fall into his mouth. Mark took it willingly. His cock was tenting the short shorts to the point that the waist was pulled out from his stomach, allowing me to see the base of his twitching leaking prick as it struggled to release itself from the confines of his son’s shorts. “Thank you, sir.” Again, Mark opened his mouth as soon as he swallowed.

I switched my feet so I was facing in the other direction still with my feet on either side of his head. Looking up, I knew he could see my hairy nut sack, the underside of my cock and where my legs met, my taint and hairy asshole. I slowly lowered myself down to crouch above his face. My balls made contact with his chin and he swiped widely at them with his tongue. He bathed them with his spit and tried his best to open wide enough for the both of them to drop in but could only mouth one at a time. He licked from there and under my balls. I moved lower and planted my asshole on his open mouth. Without hesitation, Mark’s tongue began licking me there frantically. It felt amazing and I watched my cock bob and leak more pre-cum that landed in the stud’s chest hair. I tugged and rolled his nipples in my hands as he ate my hole. Pushing his tongue into it, lifting his head of the floor to get it deeper.  It was fucking amazing. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I raised myself off of the studs face. Just like before when I denied him my mouth to kiss, he tried to chase my hole with his tongue as it retreated away from him.

“Get on you knees, hands behind your back.” Mark did so quickly, his eyes glued to my crotch as I beat myself a couple inches away from his face. Mark moaned and opened his mouth, running his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“What do you want, boy?” I asked rapidly approaching orgasm.

“I want your cum, Sir.” He said and then opened his mouth even wider. The pheromones from this man must send my balls into sperm production overload. Even after last night’s events I splashed a generous load in and around Mark’s mouth. He stayed there, panting with his mouth agape, face covered in my cum, still with his hands behind his back. 

“Thank you, Sir.” I pulled his cum covered mouth down on my cock. Mark greedily ran his tongue over my cock head, finding any left over cum there to swallow. It occurred to me that this was the first time that Mark had a cock in his mouth. I wondered if I could cum again but the tanks were finally empty. We’d have to get to Mark’s own cock sucking lesson another time. For now he settled on lapping at the relaxing cock.

“Stand up, Boy.” He did, some my cum still dripping from his chin. I put my arm around Mark and pulled him to face the full length mirror. 

“Oh fuuuuck,” He groaned at the sight of himself grotesquely tenting his son’s pre-cum soaked shorts, face covered in cum, dripping down to his chest hair in shiny wet threads. I reached around and used the material of Tyler’s shorts to slowly pump his cock while we both watched in the mirror. After just a few slow strokes, Mark turned to grunt open mouthed against my neck. The wet spot on his shorts grew larger and cum seeped through the material. Mark fell against me and I held him there, our eyes locked in the mirror as his breath slowed and we watched each other fall in love.

“I want more, Sir.” Fuck, I had made a monster.

“Adam,” offering my name instead of Sir, as I kissed his sweaty forehead, trying to transition us back to a more sustainable level of arousal. “I don’t know if I have any more left, Mark,” I confessed, as I gently held his cock, as it slowly deflated in the shorts. I brought his attention back to his reflection. “You’re a sex mess, babe. Let me run you a bath, return some of the attention you gave me in the shower.” 

Grabbing my elbow me as I turned to head to the bathroom, Mark locked eyes as he lowered himself back to his knees, and opened his mouth wide again. My cock, satiated, had deflated. “Mark,” I said patiently and tussled his hair, “I have to pee.” But he didn’t let go. He pressed his face against my crotch and gave my cock a sexy smooch and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“I want more, Sir,” He said again with conviction before gently closing his lips around the head of my flaccid cock head. Unable to resist this man, my cock started to get hard when I realized what it was that he wanted. I raised my eyebrows to question his assuredness. Was he sure? Without ever breaking eye contact or releasing my cock from his mouth, he nodded slowly and released my elbow and put is hands behind his back submissively. I wasn’t exactly sure myself but my cock was quickly swelling at the thought. If I was going to give it to him, I had better start before I got much harder. I looked down at Mark again. Again, he nodded, still looking up at me, impatiently waiting.

I put my hands on the crown of his head and gently held it in place as I relaxed and began releasing a stream of piss on his tongue. His eyes widened and he clamped his mouth tighter around the head of my cock. He started swallowing hungrily, moaning all the while. His arms came around, reaching for his crotch briefly before returning behind him. Whimpering, his eyes narrowed, begging for permission. I nodded and he quickly yanked his cock from the tight shorts and quickly jerked himself to an orgasm that splashed my feet as he swallowed all I had until the well dried up. He hadn’t missed a drop. I helped him to his feet, and peeled down Tyler’s cum soaked shorts, tossing them back where I found them. Mark looked fully spent, slightly teetering before I collected him into a tight embrace. I felt a familiar wetness on my thigh. I began to hum quietly as I began to sway with Mark, slow dancing us into the bathroom, pausing only to start the bath.