This!! plus I get paid?

   I have been bored since I retired as an international flight purser but I didn't want to go to work full time so I decided to try that on line "rent a spare bedroom" gig.  Being out here in the middle of nowhere probably means only rare renters but what the hay, hey?  So I dusted and vacuumed and got a request from a single guy driving from Lincoln, Ne. to Denver, CO. for one overnight stay.   Great!!  The doorbell rang about 9pm and I opened the door to see a tall, black haired, blue eyed, high cheekboned hunk.  But on second look the shoulders were slumped, the hair kind of oily, and the blue eyes were red ringed and puffy.  My sympathetic cooing and clucking only seemed to annoy him and he made it clear he only wanted to shower and get some sleep so he could leave early the next am for Denver.  So I showed him his room and the bathroom and retired to my tv room where I was watching an old Tab Hunter movie.  I heard the shower start and what with Tab on my big screen and a naked hunk soaping up in my shower, I soon had a Levis Rise that demanded attention.  After cleaning the splooge off my pants, my t-shirt and my chin, I decided to hit the hay myself.  No sound as I passed his room and soon none from mine as I drifted off thinking of Tab and the tall, soaped up stranger and the few tasty gobs of my own jizz I had wiped up off my t-shirt and popped in my mouth.

   I awoke about 2am needing to pee (that happens at my age) and staggered to the bathroom only partly awake.  I barged in with dick in hand ready to start the waterworks when, behold!, there on the toilet sits the hunk.  When he looked up, I saw tears in his eyes and he saw me with my dick in my hand.  We were both quite surprised but then my nurturing side took over and this time my cooing and clucking worked.  He stood up with a chocked sob and wrapped me in his muscular arms.  Held me tight to his heaving chest.  Laid his head in the curve of my shoulder and neck and let his hot tears run down over my chest.  Which, of course, left no place for his groin to be but pressed up tight against my own.  None of this was covered in the business manual of course so I just winged it.  I stroked his now clean thick hair and patted and stroked the amazing  muscles in his back while inhaling that hot soapy clean body smell.  I just hoped that Junior down there would realize this was not play time and would stay quiet.

    So the story came out.  He had driven to Lincoln with engagement ring in hand to give to the girl of his dreams.   But she (the heartless bitch!) had already engaged with somebody else.       But, why?       She didn't want the itinerant life of a football player he sobbed.   Truly a heartless bitch.      Football player??      I'm the backup to the backup to the Broncos Quarterback.  My mind reeled.  I was in the arms of a pro football quarterback!!  How many times watching football games had I imagined this scenario?  But without the crying and the sad story.

He was calming down now and seemed over the worst.  Then I felt a stirring in his groin and the unmistakable rising and pushing of a hardening dick against my own.  He was lightly kissing the side of my neck and then the side of my face and then a tongue probed the edge of my mouth.  I welcomed it in and then we were kissing.  Not hot and heavy but sweet and lingering.

"Will you come to bed with me?" he whispered.

To myself a gave a huge "DUH!!" but aloud I only said "of course".

In bed the slow and lingering became very hot and heavy.  Tongues were lashing, hands were groping and dicks were docking and smearing each other with precum.  Then Junior, boned up and spewing precum, found his delighted self in the mouth of this manly mans man who proceeded to swallow him down so my balls slapped his chin and his nose was in my pubes.  Spectacular sucking began while I clutched the bedding and moaned in delight.   Then he pulled me up so my ass was open, my legs spread wide, and he licked and kissed and probed my ever so welcoming asshole with the tongue you would expect an NFL quarterback to have.  Long and muscular and hard and amazingly agile as it swirled around my sphincter and then plunged in as deep as some dicks I have had.  Then he dropped me back down so my ass was nestled in his crotch and I could feel that hot dripping cock rubbing up and down my crack.  He leaned over for some more face sucking and I got the taste of my own dick and my own ass juice off his tongue and lips.

Then, his lips against my ear, "can I fuck you?"

Again with the mental "DUH" but the raspy voice, "Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me like you're throwing a 60 yard touchdown pass!  Fuck me like I was a teenage towel boy in the locker room!  Oh, Fuck!  Just fuck me any way you want to but hurry up before the anticipation kills me!"

He spit on his hand, rubbed it over my ass crack and positioned the slimy precum slathered head of his dick against my hole.  My asshole was twitching and it felt like it was grasping for that big hard dick to hurry up and ravage it.

It didn't have long to wait.  My sphincter welcomed that big mushroom head in and then clinched and unclinched as inch after inch slid in until all thick 9" inches were in deep.  His hairy balls were tight against my ass crack and I could feel the throb of his dick against my prostate.  Junior was ready to spew right then but somehow I held him in and waited for the intense pleasure of that cock sliding in and out to block out any other feeling.  My entire being was centered on that exquisite torturous high of a superlative fuck.  I was only remotely aware of his lips against my ear as he moaned and gasped and steadily pounded me to total nirvana.  Then there was a sharp intake of breath, his entire body shuddered and with a final thrust he started spewing his jizz into me.  I felt the hot rush of it over my prostate and deep deep into my gut.  This was more than Junior could handle and he sprayed his own joyous dick cream in hard spurts that ended up on my belly, my chest, and my chin and lips. 

     I looked up at my quarterback.  His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his long golden neck melted into his gorgeously defined chest  which turned into a long waisted six pack that in turn became his hairy loins which peeked out above my now softening dick and balls and all framed by my legs flung out to open as much of my ass as possible to his dick.  Then he leaned forward, smiling, and licked up some of the cum on my belly and shared it with me in a long deep, languorous kiss.  Then we fell deeply blissfully asleep.

    When I awoke feeling totally happy and fulfilled, I turned to kiss him good morning only to find him gone.  But he had left a note on the dresser for me.

    "Thank you for your compassion and your sympathy.  You helped pull me back from the edge of disaster and if I'm ever in that condition again I will know who to contact.  Thanks again.

PS  I haven't fucked a guy since high school but I had forgotten how great it is.  Maybe I need to reorient a little.