Whitelisted

Dennis

Mark was covering the front desk late one evening, bored to death. Herds of teenage girls had checked out that afternoon, leaving the hotel thrashed. The regional high school volleyball league would have to find a different host next year… Thankfully the bookings that night were sparse. He was only waiting on one final late arrival. 

Headlights flashed across the parking lot and Mark let out a deep sigh... Finally. Ten agonizing minutes later, the doors opened and a middle-aged couple walked in, dragging their luggage. The woman rushed in, looking around in wonder. “Dennis, look at the upholstery on these couches it is exquisite! Dennis, look. Dennis? DENNIS, over here.” Dennis was clearly over her shit after a far-too-long car ride. He dragged his luggage over towards her to examine the couches that had been in the lobby for as long as Mark had worked there, and he had no recollection of them having ever been cleaned so he was baffled as to what the woman saw in them.

“Dearheart, we need to check in, let’s not keep this young man waiting.” He guided her away from the furniture and made their way to the front desk, pausing to look at the stained-glass lamp on the end table next to the couches she had been examining. Mark wondered how such a hunky man put up with a woman like that. He was ruggedly handsome, with a farmer’s tan and rounded muscles. His goatee was neatly trimmed and surrounded by thick five-o’clock shadow. The white tee under his open button-up shirt showed only the faintest hint of a gut. When they finally reached his desk Mark noticed the man’s eyes were a brilliant sea green, and he nearly creamed himself when the man smiled warmly at him and his cheeks dimpled. 

Mark quickly checked them in, giving them an upgrade to the nicest room in the hotel, a jacuzzi suite with a balcony. He hoped ‘Vera, the very annoying’, would spend their entire stay out there so the poor guy could get some peace and quiet. The couple headed to the elevators and pressed the button. The left one dinged and opened first. “Over here, Dennis, the left one. Dennis! This one!” 

“Yes dearheart, I see it.”

Mark wanted to strangle her so badly. That man clearly had the patience of a saint.

Early the next day, Mark watched eagerly as Vera headed out the lobby alone. He dashed to the elevators and rode them to the top. He nearly sprinted to the suite, loudly knocked, and announced “housekeeping!!” There was no reply, and his heart sank. He opened the door with his master key and stepped inside. The room was empty, and barely appeared used aside from the luggage in front of the bed. There wasn’t really any reason for Dennis to have left through the back entrance to the hotel, and he clearly had not been with his wife, so Mark headed to the pool to see if he’d gone for a morning swim.

The pool was empty, but he heard music coming from the exercise room just around the corner. The hotel had a small assortment of workout gear, a treadmill, some weights, and a boombox radio for guests. His heart raced when he saw Dennis inside pumping steel shirtless. He was wearing short shorts with a pronounced bulge, his dickhead visibly outlined a lack of underwear. Dennis smiled when he saw Mark approaching, but didn’t slow or stop his reps. “I saw your wife heading out without you, I just wanted to make sure everything was ok. It looks like you’re still alive though,” he chuckled nervously. The scent of pure man was heavy in the air as sweat dripped off of Dennis’s rippling muscles, making his head swim. 

“Yeah, she just wanted to do some shopping is all. I had to promise I’d be good while she’s gone. I told her I wouldn’t go anywhere but the gym and the pool until she gets back.”

“Well, I could keep you company if you’d like. I’m practically free to make my own schedule this morning since it was so slow last night.” 

Dennis grinned at that and set down his weights. “That sounds all right by me. I wasn’t told I can’t hang out with a friend.” He winked, melting Mark's heart and fluffing his dick. The older man lifted his arms and flexed his large biceps. “Feel these for me, tell me what you think.”

Mark’s face flushed a bright red but he wasn’t about to pass on such a tempting offer. He stepped closer and ran both hands across the bulging arms, rubbing the rock-hard muscles. His pulse raced, his head swimming in the manly pheromones. Dennis grabbed Mark’s hands in his and rubbed them around his pecs, across his rigid nipples, and down his washboard abs. Mark’s breathing was heavy and his pants were FAR too tight in front. His boner was harder than it had ever been, he thought it might try to tear through the front of his trousers. 

Dennis smirked and winked at Mark again, causing him to moan lightly and making his knees weak. He moved Mark’s hands further, running down the sides of his growing bulge and past the bottom of his shorts to wrap around the head of his dick that now poked out a full inch or two. Dennis grunted in pleasure as Mark gently squeezed and stroked him. The shorts disappeared and Mark felt firm hands on his shoulders, pushing him down towards the now rigid dick. It was thick, barely too big to fit his hand around, but he knew he could make it fit.

A loud moan echoed in the small room as Mark suckled on the large head, squeezing out a few drops of sweet precum onto his tongue. He licked around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside and earning another moan. Dennis’s hands firmly pushed Mark’s head towards his groin, forcing him to take the dick into his mouth and swallow it down. He gulped the shaft, stroking it with his throat until he felt the man’s oversized nuts bounce gently against his chin. He looked up and saw pure lust. He had awoken the alpha male hidden deep inside this whipped man, and he was about to be used as nothing more than a fuck toy. 

The hands gripped Mark’s head firmly and the dick in his mouth began to piston in and out, stretching his throat deep and hard. Dennis’s pubes mashed into his nose over and over, the heavy nuts slapping his chin with each stroke. 

His face was mashed firmly against Dennis as the man reached his peak. The girthy dick in his throat swelled even more, then he felt the first shot gushing straight into his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to pleasure the big stud during the throes of orgasm. Dennis pulled back enough to let the last couple jets spray across Mark’s tongue. Mark squeezed the last spurts out of the quickly softening dick and licked up every last drop. 

“DAMN that felt good! It’s been years since I came in anything other than my own hand. You’re one talented little fucker. I’ll have to plan another trip soon.”

Mark licked his lips and grinned. “Tell Vera you won a free stay in a raffle we were holding in the gym. I can get you a signed voucher, and I’m sure she’d love to come back.” And the Whitelist grows one stud longer.