Whitelisted

Travis

Mark watched as the tattooed man swaggered in through the front doors with his luggage. He stood at about 6’1”, had dark, crew-cut hair with an expensive fade, and a neatly trimmed beard. His rugged looks and his alpha demeanor made Mark’s heart beat hard and fast. After several years of working in the hotel, he and the girl at the front desk had an understanding. He scratched her back, she scratched his. While the man signed his paperwork, she turned to Mark and asked if room 205 was ready to be checked in. He nodded, knowing she had upgraded the guy’s room to the one suite in Mark’s section.

Within an hour, a tall young woman came in. Stiletto heels, a faux fur shawl, and a matching zebra-print sequin miniskirt and top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She looked down her nose at the front desk girl, asked directions to 205, and marched haughtily onto the elevator. There was no way… Mark counted out exactly five minutes before making his move.

He headed up to the second floor just in time to see the skank stomping out in a huff, swearing under her breath. She shoved him out of her way as she clip-clopped her way back onto the elevator. He wished he had keyed her car while waiting, but he had more important things to do. He used his master key to open the door to 205 and quickly slipped inside.

“Housekeeping?” Mark closed the door behind him and saw the man quickly face the window and in a panic, obviously struggling to button his jeans.

“The fuck dude?! Aren’t you supposed to fucking KNOCK?!?”

“My apologies. I saw your friend leaving and thought you might need servicing.”

“I’ve got everything I need, thanks,” the man huffed with a deep scowl. He slumped onto the foot of the bed and leaned back, glaring at Mark.

“Are you sure? She left in a hurry, I assumed she may have left some business… unfinished?” Mark’s eyes glanced down at the man’s throbbing bulge. It looked painfully strained and a dark wet spot appeared, slowly spreading. 

His scowl turned to a disgusted sneer. “Sorry dude, I only fuck pussy.”

“Oh, I’ve got a pussy. Only it’s less of a pain in your ass, and it won’t expect you to coddle or even give a shit about it after you tear it apart.”

The man’s blue balls were clearly screaming in protest, conflicted feelings fighting to the death in his mind. His expression flickered from disgust to lust to confusion before settling into a snarl. He yanked his pants down, letting his nine-inch rod smack against his abs. A string of pre splattered across his stomach and more began to flow from the swollen tip. “I’ll make you regret this if you can’t handle it. If you can’t suck it dry then I’m taking your ass as payment. That bitch expected two hundred. I’ll give you one chance to earn half that.” 

Mark licked his lips and dropped to his knees between the man’s legs. He looked up into the man’s eyes as he slid his lips around the blunt head, swirling his tongue through the pre before licking it up. The man shuddered violently and breathed hard. Someone had clearly been teasing him longer than just one afternoon. Several spurts of hot pre shot into Mark’s mouth. He let them flow down the shaft, lubing it up as he slid his lips down towards the base, swallowing to get the head down his throat.

The man’s trimmed pubes tickled Mark’s nose, and the swollen balls pressed against his chin. He pushed forward as far as he could, swallowing hard to stroke the length of the shaft deep in his throat. Hands on the back of his head pulled him up, sliding the dick out until just the head was in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the man’s flowing juices. The hands pushed down and he swallowed every inch back down to the base. 

He was forced into a rhythm that quickly gained speed. Up to the tip, quick swirl and deep breath, swallow fast down to the base, deep strokes with his throat, repeat. Mark gasped in surprise when the man pulled him off completely and began slapping his face hard with the massive tool dripping in saliva and pre. “You need dick, huh? You love mine, I feel how well you use your throat.” The man gripped his dick tight and stroked furiously. “You probably suck off every guy in this hotel, don’t you? How many loads are in your stomach right now, huh? Two? Five? Well mine will be the biggest notch in your belt.” With this he aimed the head right at Mark’s face as it swelled bigger. 

One small shot came out, landing on Mark’s chin before dripping off, followed quickly by a blast that sprayed right between his eyes and splashed across his face. Mark opened wide as the next volley erupted, blasting against the back of his mouth. Four more blasts splashed in rapid succession and he gulped greedily, trying to swallow as much as possible. He latched on tight to the tip as the last few shots dwindled and drips began to drop, sucking every last one of them down.

The man moaned and sighed, panting heavily. “That, was better, than any fucking chick, I’ve ever fucked with. FUCK dude. You earned this.” He pulled out his wallet and threw four bills at Mark’s face. “Maybe you can service my room next time I’m in town. Good luck finding anyone else who can shoot like me in the meantime.” He turned and fell back on the bed, a clear dismissal. Mark scooped up the bills and quickly wiped his face before walking back out into the hall.

$400 for a service he would've provided for free? Yeah, this fucker's getting whitelisted for sure.