In my former life, as a partnered country boy in Tennessee, I was a hotel manager of a little boutique hotel owned by a local man who lived on the top floor. My job was to keep everything running smoothly and to make the guests happy. Once in a while, I found myself with a little happiness of my own.
The owner of the hotel was elderly and never left his room. He was a gay man with plenty of stories about his time as a man about town. This guy believed in the old way of running a business. All transactions were done with paper and regular keys for the doors. As a matter of fact, the front desk was only open from 8 a.m. until 8 p.m. Outside of that, it was a private residence with house guests coming and going.
Of course, there were guests who wanted to play around a bit. I got blow jobs weekly and fucked guests every month or so. These were the normal occurrences and a perk of my job. The types of guys I met up with ranged from business men to concert goers. I wouldn’t trade those guys for anything. These experiences came around like clockwork, but there were other experiences – the kinds that got my motor pumping and moments that I still think about whenever I find myself needing a place to play.
There was a guy I met a while back who gave me his number. We texted back and forth a bit, but just to say hi. He’d say things to me like, “What’s up, Big Sexy?” He was normally straight, but I could tell he deedled boys now and then. Many months had passed since I heard from him, but one day I got a text from him asking me what I was doing. I told him I was at work and where I worked. I was hoping he would come by – and he did! It was late in the afternoon and the housekeepers had left. I wasn’t expecting anyone to check in at that moment, so I took my buddy up to a room. He was nervous because he didn’t usually play with guys. I sat him down in a comfy chair and got down on my knees in front of him. I opened the fly on his pants and started to pull out his cock. It was soft, but so long! I couldn’t wait to get that thing hard! I started sucking on it and it was growing and filling my mouth and soon, my throat. I pulled that fucking thing out and gave it a good look. It was every bit of 12″ long! Thin, but long enough to measure for drywall! I got it good and wet with spit and sat down on it. Letting it fill up my hole and settle in deep inside me. He was pushing it as deep as he could and I was loving it. I started to ride it and let my cock bounce around on his stomach. Without touching myself, I started squirting jizz everywhere and he said he was about to blow. I stayed right on his cock until he blew his load deep inside of me.
Another time, I was hanging out in the park down by the University. This park was known for lewd and lascivious conduct. Of course, I was there often. I met this man who was one of the horniest guys I’ve ever known. He wanted some big cock in him. I was only on my lunch break, so I told him where I would be and what time to come. He came to the hotel and I took him up to a room and pounded the living daylight out of him. He came back a few times. Did I mention he was always wearing a suit? I’m a sucker for a suit.
In a NUTshell, HA!, I had the perfect job – with the perfect situation for opportunity. I definitely squirted more cum at that place than I did at any other place of employment. So far…
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