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Acting Out, by Paul
So here I was - walking through the hotel lobby in my running clothes on a Sunday afternoon in the fall. As I walked towards the elevators, I imagined that the hotel employees knew why I was going upstairs.
I finally was going to meet a man for sex. I told my family I was going out for a run.
He was a little older, heavier than me, married too. Not very good looking, but he wanted my cock. In fact he said he wanted to suck on it for a long time with nothing in return. Hmmm. OK, if you say so. This would be my first time going to a man's room for sex....
What did I want? Surely not just a blow job. Well, yes, I did want one. My wife would suck my cock for a little bit sometimes when we made love, but never long enough to let me come. She always wanted to take it into her moist pussy. And that was good for me - I loved fucking her and would come pretty quick. But I wanted a man to lick my dick, to nurse on it and to take my cum in his mouth.
And why after all these years of marriage, of being a faithful husband, was I doing this? The sex was great with her and it seemed frequent enough. Of course it was down from the several times a day as newlyweds but after 2 kids and 25 years of marriage, every few days was good enough.
Was I subconsciously trying to get back at her for being mean or petty with me? Was I not able to find a more appropriate response due to my low emotional IQ?
And what about my religious beliefs and family upbringing? Homosexuality is wrong and thou shalt not committ adultery. Well I was about to condemn myself on both counts.
So I got in the room, dropped trou and he went to work on my cock. You could tell it was something he really wanted to do. My cock - it was nothing big - but he loved it. I came in about 10 minutes but he did not let off. He let me get through the sensitive phase by just letting it rest in his mouth and then continued to work it again. Of course, I got hard again and came 20 or 30 minutes later. Amazingly, he continued to suck my cock and although it got hard, I wasn't able to come before his jaw started hurting. It had been more than an hour and I left.
I was sure the hotel employees knew what happened as I crossed the lobby.
I got home from my "run" and the family could have cared less.
Hotel sex--I always loved it. It's funny too how you thought everyone else there knew what you were up to. I always thought that too! It makes you wonder, did they really or did they just not think about it at all.
ReplyDeleteReading this made me think of one of the best times I ever had at a hotel. The guy was from Texas and he was here on business. A refined bear type, he was very corporate looking, but BURLY. The thing that REALLY made me hot for him was that as we negotiated our hook up [which was totally unexpected and on the fly] he had this raging boner for me that he simply couldn't hide; a thick wide head that pressed straight out against his fine wool suit pants. That, along with this masculine square jawed mug, big blue eyes, and thick coarse yet receding hair line--I was hooked! A true daddy, and I couldn't wait to get there, undress him and make it with him. And so we did.
He was staying at a Hilton, which made me feel much more at ease, and as we waited for the elevator, I thought to myself "The night has a thousand eyes. What if someone sees me here?" Possible, but not likely.
We had a fantastic time. We were just that hot for each other, need I say more? But as good as it was, there was a vague sadness about us as we said good bye. We were both married, and we both knew how unlikely it would be that we could ever hook up again. It's probably only because we were both married, that we had a pent up passion that made it explosively hot, and yet undeniably sad. Our eyes actually welled up as we hugged good bye. There we were, two grown men, married professional guys with a tremendous secret that no one could know. He had kids, and was a Viet Nam vet. He lived in a small town in Texas, and was a lonely, lonely guy. He was always traveling away from home, always alone, and always hoping to hook up with someone. But usually, it never happened and it just wasn't possible. I know that seems like a likely story, but I knew with this guy, it was really true.
For a couple of weeks, I would go back to the Hilton and wait in the lobby, hoping to see him again. No one had cell phones back then, and although I had his number, it was impossible to reach him. He told me that he would be back on a regular monthly basis, so faithfully, I hoped to see him again. It got to the point where I felt guilty and suspicious looking, always waiting there for his return. Eventually I stopped going there. As much as it hurt not seeing him again, I was always glad we met.
Great story Bob.
ReplyDeleteI had more hotel sex (both types - me staying there and having guests, as well as visiting) and gradually I came to understand that even if the employees knew what was going on they could care less - they had seen it all.