Working in northwest Louisiana, I had a room at a small motel next to the old 76 truck stop on I-20.
After meeting a hot 23 year old driver and taking him to my room, it turned into a wild three way.
I was thrown into the mix by being placed into a motel room with a Foreman, He was sexy, he was very good looking, He was Hot, He was married, and I almost sucked him Dry while we were there, Fixing the Electric Lines.
Breakfast at Chicago's Marriott Downtown Hotel was lavish and, for a change, Claudia and I had been able to take it in together. She usually was all powered up and half way through terrorizing her staff at the office before I rolled out of bed.
He soon entered a plush hotel lobby. We see him walk to the ornate 'welcome desk' where a highly groomed blond gentleman stood smiling. The smiling eyes seemed to fixate on the muscle bulging out of the Bros muscle shirt.
It was with a sense of surprise but not regret the next evening when Leon handed me a ticket for a B-2 Cowbody Special at the same hotel wedding suite at midnight the next night.
Ken had told the hotel owners that Joe would not suck cock or take it in the ass, but that fact, coupled with his large endowment, only enhanced his macho status and made Joe much in demand.
Josh, a gay salesman in a local department store meets, Barte Thornton, a sophisticated, expensively dressed young man. After selecting an expensive suede jacket it is arranged for Josh to deliver the jacket to an expensive, exclusive hotel address. Josh learns how Barte can afford the high style living.
It was strange for him, to have another man in his room for sex. Last time that had ever happened, he had been a freshmen at College and if his memory served him right, it hadn't been a fun time either. He was feeling the pressure as he dropped his hotel key into the ashtray and turned to look over at Dennis.
The cock pressed harder against me, and then started to slide inside me. I moaned again, and the guys in front of me changed position. The cock up my ass felt good, but tight. I was resisting slightly, but this would be overcome directly.
I hadn't seen him before, this young Turkish guy behind the counter. He wore a short sleeved shirt open to reveal a smooth chest, his face was clean shaven. His dark skin was smooth and his hair was black, well trimmed and glistened with some kind of gel.