I had just gotten off work on a Friday, and felt like having a drink. After hitting up a few friends and getting the “sorry, I already have plans tonight” text, I decided to just go out by myself. There was a hotel with a bar near my place, so rather than go downtown I figured I’d head there instead.

After a few drinks, and what felt like a lot of killing time I was just about ready to head home. The bar in this hotel just happened to be near the pool, and right when I was finishing my last drink I saw this shirtless guy walk in with a towel around his waist.

This wasn’t a hot-spot by any means, so at that time of night the bar was basically deserted. There were empty seats everywhere, but he ended up walking right towards me and leaned up to the bar next to me.

The bartender was visibly irritated that he hadn’t put a shirt on, or even finished drying off before coming in, but on a slow night like this, he wasn’t likely to turn away a paying customer. Mr. no-shirt ordered some syrupy sweet shot, and while he waited for his drink we struck up a conversation. We didn’t talk for long, but he was clearly flirting with me. In fact, he was being pretty overt about it. I made a few cute comments back, pretending to be modest, but the whole time I kept thinking “I wonder…”

When his drink arrived he gave me a quick cheers before downing it and asking for the tab. He was staying at the hotel and asked that it be charged to his room. The bartender, visibly annoyed again and clearly glad that the openly gay customer was leaving, ran up the bill and set it on the counter for him to sign. I noticed he set the bill back down to where I could see it, with a little scribble under the room number. After a quick good night, he was off. Still shirtless with beads of water dripping down his chest and back.

This was all the invitation I needed. I casually finished my drink and asked for the check.

The entire walk to the room I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe I was going through with this, and felt waves of excitement and anxiety. What if I misread the signals? What if he’s not alone up there? Maybe this was a mistake…

I finally found the door with his room number, and took one more deep breath before making a less than confident knock. The door opened and I saw him standing there, still wet with a towel around his waist. Only this time there was no elastic band from his board shorts under the towel, only bare skin. He had just taken a quick shower to rinse off. My mind was still racing, and before I could even get a word out he pulled me into his room by my shirt and planted a kiss on my lips. I completely gave in at that point and let him pull me through the door, hearing it close behind me.

We stood in the doorway for a bit, kissing and running our hands up and down each other’s bodies. I’m not sure which one of us was leading, but we were very clearly heading towards the bed one step at a time. He laid down confidently with his legs spread a bit, the towel just barely staying around his waist at this point. I could already see the bulge growing there and couldn’t focus on anything else. I pulled the towel away and saw his gorgeous thick cock laying half erect against his leg, freshly scrubbed and ready for action. I leaned forward and gently caressed it with one hand. By this point, I was already laying in between his open legs, and couldn’t control myself any longer. I looked at him as I adjusted myself into position.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, smiling up shyly, and continuing our flirtatious vibe.

“You know exactly what to do with that.” He said with a small grin.

Now, I’m no slouch when it comes to oral and after coming this far I wasn’t going to risk disappointment. I leaned forward and gently licked up and down his shaft, then one long slow lick up to his mushroom tip before wrapping my lips around his luscious dick. I sucked and slurped all over it, trying to get it as wet as I could so that I could stroke it with ease. I could hear him moaning and felt his hips thrust up involuntarily whenever the sensations were too much for him. Still stroking his shaft, I moved down to his balls, swirling my tongue in little circles and flicking across them.

His cock was throbbing so hard by then that it felt like it was going to jump out of my hand. I felt his fingers running through my hair while I continued to worship his cock with my mouth.

“Oh god, I want to fuck you so bad…” He moaned.

“Yeah?”

“Ugh…yes. But my friends are still down at the pool, and might be heading back up here any minute.”

I ignored his comment for a bit and continued my lavish blowjob.

“We could go back to my place. I live pretty close by.” I said, finally coming back up for air.

It didn’t take much convincing. He leaned forward and kissed me before getting up to throw some clothes on, and write a quick note for his friends.

The car ride home was only about five minutes but felt like ages. Both of us were ravenously horny by that point, and I especially couldn’t wait to feel his lovely cock pushing its way inside me. After practically running to my front door, we were suddenly inside my apartment picking up where we left off. Tearing each other's clothes off, and working our way towards my bedroom.

We were both naked by that point, and my face was already buried between his legs as he sat on the edge of my bed. After putting in some work to get him hard again- which didn’t take much work at all; I was ready for him.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered up at him.

He didn’t waste any time. Suddenly I felt his body language change. He went from gently caressing me, to a much more deliberate and firm grip. I could feel him pulling me up onto the bed and flipping me onto my back. I fumbled through my nightstand as he did so, desperately searching for my lube. I handed him the bottle and watched with anticipation as he greased up his big, thick cock. I felt the head push up against my ass as he prepared to loosen me up.

Holding my knees up to my chest and still watching him, I felt the first few inches of him easing inside. I hadn’t been fucked in quite a while at that point, least of all by something so girth, and at first, the pain was almost too much.

He made short controlled thrusts at first, giving me time to get used to him. Then as I relaxed I could feel all eight inches slowly working its way in. I gasped at how full he made me feel and did my best to relax my hole for him. By now he was really starting to pump me good, and looking down at me, he grabbed both of my ankles.

“Fuck me harder” I moaned, feeling an immediate change in rhythm.

His hips began slapping against my ass as he jammed his dick in and out, fucking me harder and deeper with each thrust. A few times he would push all the way in as far as he could and just hold it there. I reached down and massaged his balls at each of these little pauses before he’d resume pounding away and leave me empty-handed again. I could tell he was really loving the sensation of this, and I swear his dick would double in size whenever his balls were tickled. I was in heaven.

There had been a lot of build-up to this moment, and already at about fifteen minutes in, I could tell he was close. A few times he’d already had to pull out and regain composure, but it was becoming clear that he was ready to burst.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He groaned.

“Cum inside me…fill me up!” I reached down and massaged around his balls again, encouraging him to drain every last drop inside of me.

His body went tense, and I could feel his rock-hard dick pushing deep inside. Suddenly I could feel the warm pulse of his orgasm, and feel hot cum shooting out with every spasm. I kept teasing his balls all the way through, letting him enjoy every second of it.

After thoroughly draining what I could only assume was a massive load, I felt him slowly pumping in and out again. His cock was gradually getting softer, but it felt so wonderful how it slipped in and out with all the extra lubricant he’d just deposited.

We made the most of the rest of our time together, and after a quick shower, we decided to have sex two more times. I made sure to be a good host and keep him satisfied until it was time to go. I dropped him back off at the hotel in the early hours of the morning, and we parted ways, both feeling like it wasn’t such a boring Friday after all.

Wish I could remember his name…