by Wolfe, Sean
As I sat there half washing and half stroking my cock, I looked over and read a handwritten message on the wall. “I need to suck your cock. You need to suck mine. No troll here, you don’t be one either. 316.555.4976.”
I found it a little hard to breathe, and my chest hurt from the intense pounding of my heart. The number on the wall was only two digits different from my own, and I knew without thinking about it, that I was going to call it. I quickly stuffed my hard dick back into my jeans, pulled them up, and walked out of the restroom to the pay phone near the front door of the bookstore.
“Hello,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
My heart stopped, and I almost hung up the phone. But then I mentally slapped myself. I hadn’t come this far just to back out now. “Hi,” I croaked out. “I’m at the Galaxy Palace and just read your note in the restroom.”
There was an awkward moment of silence on the other end of the phone. “Yeah,” the voice said hesitantly.
“Ummm ...” I stuttered. “Do you want to meet?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
“Cool,” the voice said, and then waited for a couple of seconds before continuing. “We can’t meet at my place. But I’m just a few blocks from the Blue Angel Motel. Can you meet me there?”
“Yes,” I said, and felt my chest constrict with pain. I thought I was having a heart attack.
“How long will it take you to get there?” he asked, after giving me the address and room number.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Right on,” he said. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just come on in. Don’t turn on the lights.”
Visions of being ambushed and beaten or even killed flashed through my mind as I pictured myself walking into a dark motel room. “Okay,” I agreed way too soon, apparently not overly concerned about the dangers I might encounter.
The line went dead without a “goodbye” or “see you in a few” or any other such closing remark. I stared at the phone for a moment, and then rushed out of the bookstore.
The Blue Angel Motel was a local legend. Just a few blocks from Wichita State University, it attracted a score of college kids who wished to be discreet and rented the rooms by the hour. It was also frequented by prostitutes and drug dealers who needed a quick place to conduct their business off the streets and out of sight from cops. At Friends University we spoke of the motel in hushed whispers and sad, compassionate but self-righteous shakes of the head.
Room 115 was an end unit on the first floor. I found it easily enough and walked up to the door. It took me a couple of minutes to work up the nerve to go inside. Finally, I opened the door and took a step inside before I could turn around and run away. I closed the door quietly behind me and tried to get my bearings in the dark.
“I’m over here,” the voice said. It came from in front of me and to the left, near the only window. “Strip and then come join me.”
I tapped my hand against my right leg, a nervous habit I had when I was frightened and unsure of myself, and counted to ten. Then I stripped, letting my clothes fall to the floor next to the door, and walked slowly to the bed.
“Down here,” the voice said.
I sat on the bed and reached out to feel for him. My eyes finally began to adjust to the dark, and I made out the shadow in the middle of the bed. I laid my hand on his chest and began rubbing the hard and smooth skin, tracing my fingers across his chest and stomach, and then lightly pinching his already hard nipples.
The guy moaned loudly, then reached up and put his hand behind my head and pulled me down to him. I could smell his scent, and my cock got even harder. He smelled clean but manly at the same time. A sweet cologne mixed with light sexually-charged sweat.
I was shocked when he pulled my face to his and I felt his tongue reach out to lick my lips. I drew in a deep breath, and then surrendered to his soft lips as they kissed mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, and I struggled to catch my breath as it slid deeper inside my mouth. It tasted like peppermint, and I sucked on it eagerly, as if it were a live candy cane.
I thought I’d pass out. This was a night of firsts for me. I’d never been inside an adult bookstore. I’d never seen a porn movie. I’d certainly never beat off in a public place. And now I was naked and hard and kissing another naked and hard man for the first time in my life. My head spun and a high-pitched ringing sound buzzed through my brain and behind my eyes.
My new friend released the back of my head, but I kept kissing him anyway. He reached over and took my hand in his, guiding it down to his cock. When I first touched it, I gasped in shock, and jerked my hand away. I closed my eyes tightly and concentrated on not biting his delicious tasting tongue. Then I slowly moved my hand back to his crotch. I opened my fingers tentatively and wrapped my fist around his cock. Or more accurately, I wrapped my fist around as much of his cock as I could. I moaned loudly as I sucked harder on his tongue, and squeezed my hand harder around his cock. It was so long and thick and hard that I couldn’t wrap my fist all the way around it.
I kept my eyes closed and pumped my fist up and down the long length of his cock. It was hot and hard, and the veins were thick and pulsed against the palm of my hand as I stroked him. My new friend moaned loudly and thrust his hips up to help move his cock in and out of my fist.
“Suck my dick,” he moaned loudly as he removed his tongue from my hungry mouth.
“I can’t,” I said. “It’s way too big. I’ve never ...”
“You don’t have to take it all,” he whispered and kissed my lips gently again. “Just lick it and suck on it a little. Whatever you can take.”
“I don’t think I can. I’ve never done any of this before. It’s a little overwhelming.”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked, and propped himself up into a half reclining position.
I felt myself blush, and nodded my head.
“Holy fuck,” he said, and just looked at me for a moment. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
I returned his gaze briefly. The darkness was starting to recede, and slivers of light filtered through the small room. I could begin to make out the shape and general structure of his face. Something about him was beginning to feel oddly familiar. Was it his voice, or did the outline and shadows of his face remind me of someone?
“Yes,” I said hoarsely.
“Then suck my dick, Sean,” he whispered as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips again. “Please.”
I returned his kiss and leaned down to start sucking his cock. Then I stopped midway, and froze in place.
“How do you know my name?” I asked, suddenly frightened. “I didn’t tell you my name.”
“Shhh,” he whispered, and caressed my face in his hands.
“Don’t shush me,” I said, trying to control the panic that was quickly rising in my voice. “How do you know ...”
“Promise you won’t freak out?”
“I’m not promising anything,” I said, sitting upright and beginning to stand up.
He leaned over and switched on the lamp next to the bed.
With the lamp on, he was even more beautiful than I had imagined in the dark. His long, lean body was lightly tanned and completely smooth. His chest was muscular and defined, and tapered down to a tightly muscled washboard abdomen. I’d never seen, or even imagined, such a huge and thick cock. It was a crimson red, and throbbed with thick veins that coursed through the shaft. Big, shaved balls hung between long but brawny legs. When I looked up into his angelic face, I nearly fainted.
“Loren?” I almost yelled. I couldn’t believe one of the two Boettcher brothers was lying naked in bed, begging me to suck his cock.
“Please don’t freak out, Sean,” he said, and sat up in the bed. “I had no idea it would be you, or I never would have gone through with this. But by the time I knew it was you, it was too late to turn back. I really want you, Sean. And from the look of your cock, you want me, too.”
I jerked my
head down to look at my dick. It was jutting out in front of me, bigger and harder than I’d ever seen it before. I felt my face grow red again, and looked back up at Loren.
“No one has to know about this, dude. I certainly don’t want word getting out about it, and I know you don’t either. So let’s just put the embarrassing part of this behind us and get down to doing what both of us are here for. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a really long time. Maybe ever. So, are you gonna suck my cock or what?”
I blinked stupidly at him, and took a couple of deep breaths.
Loren leaned in and kissed me on the lips again, caressing my chin and neck as he did. When I moaned, he broke the kiss and moved his face to my chest. He licked my nipples and chest and then snaked his tongue down my torso and around my bellybutton. I closed my eyes, thinking I’d never felt anything so right in my entire life.
And then I felt the most incredible wet warmth I’ve ever experienced. My eyes shot open, and I saw Loren’s head slide up and down around my crotch while I felt his wet, warm tongue licking at my shaft as his lips wrapped around my cock and sucked more and more of me into his mouth. Bright lights exploded behind my eyes, and the room went fuzzy. The ringing in my ears grew louder, and my body grew light and dizzy. When Loren’s mouth swallowed the last of my cock, and I felt my cock head slide past the back of his throat, my legs began to quiver and I moaned as the room spun around me.
“I’m gonna faint,” I said softly.
Loren quickly slid his mouth off my cock, and leaned me backward so that I rested against the pillow. “You okay, dude?”
“Yeah,” I answered, as consciousness filled the air around me again. “I’m sorry. I’ve just never done any of this before. It’s all so much better than I thought it would be.”
Loren smiled. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“Really?” I caught my breath and readjusted my body onto the middle of the bed.
“Mmmm hmmm,” Loren said, and scooted up so that he straddled my chest.
His giant cock bobbed just an inch or so from my face. My mental ruler measured it at least ten or eleven inches, and I already knew that I couldn’t wrap my fist around it. The head was bright red, and blue veins popped out along the shaft like a giant river. Loren was uncut, but the skin was pulled tightly back behind the head. A large drop of clear precum oozed out of his cock head and dangled from the end of his cock.
I reached out with my tongue and licked the precum from his cock head. It was slick and salty and delicious—all I needed to convince me that I wanted Loren’s cock. I licked at the head for a moment, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked just the head into my mouth. Loren moaned loudly and tried to push another inch or so inside my mouth, but I pushed him back and just sucked on the head for a few minutes. And then something in me snapped, and I knew that I needed his dick inside me more than I’d ever needed anything. I took a deep breath and swallowed as much of his huge cock into my mouth as I could. I only got three or four inches in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat and I gagged.
“Careful there, stud,” Loren said. “No need to hurry. Just take your time.”
I took another deep breath and sucked softly on his cock again, slower this time. In no time at all, my throat muscles relaxed, and I lowered my head farther down on Loren’s dick. My eyes bulged as more and more of his cock slid deeper into my throat. Before I knew it, his pubic hair was tickling my nose. His entire huge cock was buried deep inside my throat!
“Fuck me!” Loren almost screamed. He grabbed the sides of the bed with both hands as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.
I couldn’t believe how easily his giant dick fit inside my mouth and throat, or how good it felt filling me up like it did. I grunted and moaned like an animal in heat as I swallowed the entire thing and sucked on it hungrily. The fat uncut cock leaked a lot of precum, and my own cock throbbed harder each time a giant drop of the sweet liquid oozed from his cock and landed on my tongue and throat.
Loren breathed heavily and moaned as he bucked his hips up to force more of his cock into my throat. I stroked my own cock furiously as he fucked my face, and I could tell he was getting close. The feel of his hard cock pounding against my throat got me hotter than anything I’d ever experienced, and I felt the first stirrings of orgasm roll through my balls as Loren moaned louder.
“Oh, fuck, man,” Loren groaned, and slipped his cock gently out of my mouth.
I’d never felt so empty so quickly, and my orgasm retreated back into my guts.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as he twisted his face in a look of pain, and closed his eyes. “Why’d you stop? Does it hurt?”
“No,” he panted. “I just don’t want to cum.”
“You don’t?” I asked, a little stunned. “I thought that was the purpose.”
Loren laughed. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Why not?”
“I want to fuck you.”
I felt my eyes bulge as I stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me? There’s no way I can take that monster up my ass. It’d rip me to shreds. You’d kill me.”
Loren smiled, and leaned up to kiss me tenderly. “I won’t rip you to shreds and I won’t kill you, either. I promise.”
“No. I can’t take that,” I said as I held his cock in my hands and looked at it lovingly. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
“I’ll go really slow.”
“It will hurt like hell.”
“I’m not gonna lie to you, it will hurt for a little bit. But it wouldn’t hurt any less if it were smaller. Your first time hurts for a couple minutes regardless of the size of the dick. But I’ll go slow, and after a minute or two it won’t hurt. You’ll really like it, I swear.”
“Loren ...”
“Please, Sean. I want to fuck you. I want to feel my cock buried deep inside that beautiful tight little ass of yours.”
“You think I have a nice ass?” I said shyly.
“You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”
I blushed, and knew at once that I would not leave that motel room a virgin. I leaned in and kissed Loren passionately on the lips, savoring the sweet taste of his tongue and the soft fullness of his lips.
Loren rolled me onto my stomach and pushed my legs apart. I’d never had my ass that spread open, and the cool air from the ceiling fan made goose bumps pop up all over my ass and legs. I clenched my ass hole instinctively. Loren leaned down and licked the crack of my ass, and I moaned as his tongue tickled my cheeks and snaked its way across my hole. He licked it several times, then slowly slid his tongue into my puckered hole.
“Oh my God,” I cried out. “It hurts. Take it out.”
Loren laughed, blowing air across my ass cheeks and my twitching hole. “Shut up, dude. That wasn’t even my cock. It was just my tongue.”
“Oh,” I sighed. “Go ahead, then.”
He laughed again, and then spread my cheeks even farther apart, attacking my ass with his mouth and tongue like it was his last supper.
There is more to the story, of course. But suffice it to say that I did indeed not leave the motel room a virgin. I can’t kiss and tell every little detail ... I have a need for some mystery in my life. But Loren was gentle and passionate with me the entire time. When the pain was too much the first time, he pulled out and let me catch my breath and relax. And then he went back in. The second and third time we fucked that night, I needed him not to be gentle and passionate, and he was more than willing and able to oblige then as well.
We fucked around a couple times a week for the rest of our time at school, and no one was the wiser. Loren eventually married, and he now has three kids and lives two blocks down the street from me. We are ... cordial to one another, and wave as neighbors do when his wife is present. Aside from that ...
Well, like I said ... I have a need for a little discretion and mystery in my life.
Up With People
; “ You are kidding me, right?” I asked through a mouthful of Captain Crunch cereal.
“No, honey, I’m not,” mom said as she set a glass of orange juice next to my bowl. “The church is really in a bind, and, well, I just couldn’t say no when they asked me. They committed to hosting six people from the group, and only a couple of congregation members stepped forward. They still need to find homes for two more singers besides the young man I agreed to take in.”
“Well, I don’t care,” I sulked. “We don’t have room here. What were you thinking? I know you’re not planning on having him sleep on the sofa for a month.”
“No, I’m not. But you’ve got a big queen sized bed all to yourself and ...”
“Absolutely not. I’m not sharing my bed with a complete stranger. That’s not fair, mom. You should have asked me first.”
“Well, you weren’t here, and Pastor Bob had me cornered. I couldn’t say no.”
“Yes, you could have,” I said. “You just didn’t.”
“Come on, Jeremy. Think of it as an adventure. José is from Mexico. You can learn about a whole new culture. It’ll be a good experience, if you just let it.”
“Oh, sure. I can see it now. Having some Third World visitor stay with us for a month. He probably doesn’t even shower every day. Gross. And how are we supposed to talk with him?”
“Jeremy!” mom raised her voice as she sat next to me and poured herself a bowl of Grape Nuts. “Don’t be rude. Of course he takes a shower every day. For crying out loud! And Pastor Bob has assured me that he speaks very good English. They all do.”
“But, Mom,” I whined. “It’s my bed. I can’t sleep with someone else in bed with me. It’s just gross.”
“Well, then,” she said in that stern tone that I instantly recognized as meaning the conversation was now over and that she sincerely meant the next words that were to come from her mouth, “I guess if it’s so gross to be a hospitable Christian and share your bed with a visitor, then you can sleep on the sofa for the next month. José can have the bed all to himself. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”