I was exhausted! The effort to drive 500 miles there and back in a day was turning out to be a hard ask. I mean, at 61, I'm not getting any younger. There was indeed a time when a trip like this wouldn't have been a problem. But not today. Today I was beginning to feel sleepy, never a good thing. I needed to stop! At the next service, there is a hotel, and it was only 5 miles away.
So I decided to stop; it was almost 7 pm anyway. I rang the hotel on hands-free and booked a room. I was tired and desperately needed some shuteye. I would resume my trip in the morning.
But how was I to know that events that were to unfold that evening, very little sleep would actually be had, and events that were to unfold would change my life and sexual orientation forever.
I arrived at the hotel, picked up my key card at reception, took the lift to the second floor, and found my room, number 109, promising a comfortable night's rest.
The room was spacious with a king-size bed, en-suite shower, and bathroom, all very warm and comfortable. But I needed a shower! So I quickly stripped off, donned the provided bathrobe, and went in to warm up the water when I noticed there were no towels. I picked up the phone for room service.
"Room service?" I asked. "This is Mr Daniels in room 109."
"Hello, sir, my name is Sherry. What can I help you with?" the female voice at the end of the phone said.
"Hi, yes. I was just about to take a shower, but there are no towels!"
"Oh, dear. I am so sorry. I will have someone bring some to you right away, sir. Sorry for the inconvenience. she said.
"Thank you. It's okay, there's no harm done!
Still in the bathrobe and naked underneath, I waited. I hadn't had any meaningful sex in months! Why this particular thought entered my head, I don't know, but besides a drunken blow-job out the back of a pub after a particularly heavy drinking session, which the giver, to my surprise, turned out to be male, was all the action I had seen. Things had started to dry up at home, which made it all the more pleasurable. It was the first time I had had any sexual contact with a man, but he was doing such a great job I wasn't going to push him away; I accepted it as fate. I mean, a mouth is a mouth, right?
I had never had any desires to engage in any same sex activity before, but thoughts of the young man on his knees in the dark, devouring my cock as if his life depended on it, started to stir my groin while I waited for the towels.
KNOCK KNOCK!!
"SHIT!" I shouted out, probably not as loud as I thought. "Hold on a second!"
"It's room service, sir, with your towels". came a young male voice from the other side of the door.
"Okay!" I replied, desperately trying to get my hard-on under control and back inside the robe.
On opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of a handsome young man, maybe in his early twenties or something, holding a pile of white towels.
"Hello, sir, I am David. He said. "I have brought you some fresh towels!"
"Sorry, err, what. Yes, of course, come in!" I replied after a few seconds.
His arrival had torn me away from daydreaming, and I realised I was actually checking him out and got lost in the moment. I had never had desires toward men before, but my thoughts of my little venture behind that pub may have ignited more than a passing desire to explore a little. Plus, my lack of sex was steering my thoughts toward possible interactions with this young man.
What in the hell was wrong with me? Fantasy mode off. It must be something to do with the long drive; I mean, I was feeling a little tired. Yeah, that must be it!
Laying the towels neatly on the bed, David turned to face me.
"Sir, is there anything else I can help you with before I go? he asked.
"I don't know! What else can you do? I asked out loud before I realised what I was saying.
"Well," he said, glancing down at my now-open robe. "I could attend to that!" he said, pointing at my very visibly hard cock.
"Oh crikey, I am sorry, I don't know what came over me!" I exclaimed
It seemed my daydreaming thoughts had descended to my groin, and my cock had made a bid for freedom. There it was, sticking out proudly from my now-open gown for him to get a good look at. I am not particularly well endowed in the cock department, maybe six inches at push, but I haven't had any complaints so far. Besides, David, the towel delivery guy, seemed taken by it.
"Don't be sorry, sir, it's a gorgeous-looking cock that seems to be crying out for attention, that's all, and I've almost finished my shift. I am willing to lend a hand...or mouth if you like!" David said with a smile.
Before I could protest or accept his offer, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my cock. Rooted to the spot, he lowered himself to his knees while gently pushing my foreskin back. A bead of clear pre-cum appeared at the slit as the head popped into view and was soon dispensed with the first swipe of his tongue across my slit. I gasped! Leaning forward, he slowly took my cock into his warm, wet mouth while continuing to flick his tongue around and under the head.
"Oh my fucking god, that feels fucking awesome!" I exclaimed.
Glancing up at me, he understood that he was in control of the pleasure he was giving and promptly went up another gear and started bobbing his mouth rhythmically and enthusiastically up and down my rigid member, each pass managing to engulf more of my cock deeper into his mouth.
I shed my robe, letting it fall to the floor as his hands now moved up my thighs before reaching around the back to grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I felt the cool air on my anus. His wandering fingers then found my asshole. A single finger gently circled my back door, applying a little more pressure with each pass.
Soon, the tell-tale feeling within my groin began to tingle and start to spread, moving swiftly from my balls and rising up my cock, getting closer and closer to orgasm. His finger circling my asshole pressed firmly, before plunging a finger deep past both knuckles into my dark hole.
"AH FUCK!" I yelled, not caring how much noise I made.
Despite my yell, he pumped his finger in and out two or three times while still sucking my rock-hard cock. This was enough to tip me over the edge. I shot what felt like the biggest load of cum into this beautiful young man's mouth. Several ropes of cum filled his mouth, but he didn't swallow, no! David instead stood and faced me, taking my face in his hands, kissed me full on the lips, pushing his cum coated tongue into my mouth. It was an amazing and erotic act, which I found myself fully willing and committed to. My own cum tasted great!
"It is only fair that you share in the product of your own orgasm," said David. "Now, how about that shower, and would you like some company?
Part 2 cumming soon.
