Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2019 16:14:45 -0500 From: Damien Romero Subject: The Hotel Pick-Up I have had a dog ever since I was a kid, there has never been a time when I didn't have one. At this time, I have a Belgian Malinois, often mistaken as a small German Shepherd. He is high energy, and needs to be taken out frequently for exercise. Buddy has always been an avenue for me to meet people in the neighborhood, at the park, or wherever I happen to take him. Last year, we had one of those days where summer weather is ending and turning cooler as we head into autumn. It was the kind of day where you need to wear a sweater or sweatshirt, but not a jacket; my favorite kind of day, as I feel invigorated and active. I called to Buddy, "who wants to go for a walk?", and of course, he bounded to the door, wagging his tail. I snapped on the leash, and started to briskly walk through the neighborhood. At the north end of my street, I turned onto the main avenue. There is a hotel on this street, and I approached it as I continued our walk. As I walked past, I saw a really handsome man getting out of his car at the Guest Check-In area. I couldn't help but stare at him, keeping my head facing in his direction as we passed. I also noticed that he was also watching me continue to walk past. Buddy and I continued walking, and I couldn't get the thought of this stranger out of my head. We walked for another 10-15 minutes before we turned back to head home. As we approached the hotel area, I kept thinking, "Wouldn't it be awesome if that handsome dude was around?" and I picked up my pace a bit as we got closer. Imagine my excitement when I noticed him jogging around the perimeter of the parking lot, wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a grey pullover hooded sweatshirt. I slowed my pace to allow him to catch up to me as I approached. He stopped when he reached me and leaned over, resting his hands on his thighs, his head down, breathing heavily. "Whew, that was a good run, I didn't know where to go to run, I didn't know if it was safe to go to a park to run, and my gym membership is no good here", he panted and looked up at me. He was so handsome, it was distracting. He had dark blonde, almost light brown, curly hair, and light hazel eyes. He stood up and looked directly at me. He was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than me, and I'm 6 foot 1 inch myself. "I live near here, I can tell you where you can run; there is a park about 3 blocks from here, and it is safe there, and there is a paved path that goes around the perimeter. If you start at the first marker, there are additional markers every ¼ mile, so you can gauge how far you have gone", I told him. He replied, "Well, it's too bad I didn't know you before now", and gave me a smile. "Hey, your dog is beautiful, by the way", he said, "he's a Belgian Malinois, isn't he?" I replied, "Wow, almost nobody gets that right, everyone asks if he is a small..." and we said together, "German Shepherd". We both laughed. He kneeled down and put his hands around Buddy's face, and Buddy proceeded to raise his head and lick his chin. I said, "Buddy is a good judge of character, if he likes you, then I like you too." Then I asked, "are you visiting family here, coming for vacation, or are you here on business?" He replied, "I'm down here looking for a house. I am going to be moving here next month. I'm a veterinarian, that's how I knew that Buddy was a Malinois. I am joining a practice here. I can afford to stay in temporary housing for a little while, but I want to move into my own place as soon as possible." I swallowed hard, and said, "Well, I live here, I know the area very well, I'd be happy to be your tour guide if you'd like", thinking, "please say yes, please say yes." He replied, "Wow, I'd love that. This area looks beautiful, I think this might be a good area to look at housing." "Well, I live a few blocks from here, I'd love to show you my place." He said, "Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble?" "Absolutely not", I said, "why don't you walk with me and Buddy now? By the way, I'm Damien". He reached out and shook my hand and said, "I'm Alan, I'm so glad we met." We walked together, Buddy staying in between us, wagging his tail as we walked, looking up at him. We arrived at my house, and we entered through the front door. We entered the living room and I motioned for him to have a seat on a large upholstered chair. "Can I get you a drink of water?" I asked, noticing that he had a ring of perspiration around the neck of his sweatshirt. "That would be great", he answered. I went into the kitchen and removed two bottles of cold water from the refrigerator, and proceeded into the living room and handed him a bottle. As I sat opposite him, I couldn't help but study his impressive looks. He had light hair on his muscular legs, and I couldn't help notice an impressive package in his gym shorts. I noticed the sweat ring around his neck had gotten larger and more noticeable. I decided to be bold, and said, "if you're warm, you can take off your sweatshirt, I can loan you a t-shirt if you'd like". He stood up and said, "that's not necessary", and pulled the sweatshirt off over his head, revealing a skin-tight white tank-top clinging to his chiseled physique. He sat back down again, and I asked myself, "Is it my imagination, or is that package in his shorts shifting and growing a bit?" As I took a swallow of my water, I noticed him subtly brushing his finger over his crotch, making the outline of his cock a little more visible. He stared at me, smiled, and said "I appreciate your hospitality, and you letting me get so comfortable here". I got up and walked behind him, and said, "I'm happy to have you, please do whatever makes you comfortable". Then I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to gently massage him. He closed his eyes and put his head back and moaned. "Oh, that feels so good." I looked down and noticed that his cock was growing in his shorts, the shaft and head now more defined. I massaged Alan a bit harder, drawing more moans from him. I was not getting any resistance from him, and his cock was definitely semi-hard, so I moved my hands down and massaged and squeezed his pecs. I could see the outline of his nipples through the tank-top as they got harder. I gently pinched them between my fingers, and he whispered, "Oh yes-s-s" as I squeezed. I leaned down and started lick his neck, tasting salty, as he had been sweating from his run. He continued to moan, and shifted in the chair. I looked down and saw that the head of his cock had slipped out of the leg of his shorts. It was dark and swollen, and there was a large drop of precum forming in the slit. I was not going to let this opportunity pass without making a move. I went around the chair and kneeled on my knees in front of him. Looking up at his eyes, I used my tongue to lick up the precum. He closed his eyes and licked his lips as I worked on the tip of the head of his cock. I reached inside the leg of his shorts and wrapped my fist around the shaft. Without seeing it all, I could tell he was hung. I could just get my fingers around the shaft, but when I slid my fist down to his balls, there was still a lot of cock protruding past my fist. I moved my head up and started to lick the shaft through his shorts. He was moaning loudly now and writhing in his chair. I reached up to the waistband of his shorts, and as I started to pull them down, he raised his ass out of the chair to allow me to pull them down. As his shorts dropped down to his ankles, his cock popped up and slapped hard onto his abs. His cock was huge, both in length and girth. It measured 8.5", and my fist just managed to wrap around it. He was uncut, and the head was thick and purple. I've always considered myself to be a pretty skilled cocksucker, but I wasn't sure how well I would be able to handle his tool. I started with the head, wrapping my lips around it, letting my tongue swirl around. Each time I circled it on the underside, he moaned loudly. I wrapped my fist around the base, making the shaft swell even more. I slid my mouth down, sliding more of the shaft into my mouth. I got more than halfway down with no trouble, but I knew it was going to be a challenge to deep throat his huge tool. Without slowing down, I took a deep breath, turned my head to the side and let his entire shaft disappear between my lips and down my throat. As I hit the base, I grinded my face into his pubes. He trembled and grabbed the arms of the chair. "Oh my god, Damien" he moaned, "most guys can't swallow the whole thing". I slid my mouth up and let his cock slip out of my mouth, and said, "I was motivated", and laughed, then returned to working on his thick tool. His precum was pretty steadily oozing out, I had already swallowed quite a bit of it. I released his cock and started stroking it with my hand, using all of my thick saliva and his precum as a lubricant. He was writhing in the chair, his legs were stiff and he was holding tight onto the arms of the char. I pulled his legs out from the chair so I could lift his muscular thighs onto my shoulders and moved towards his ass. I ran my tongue from the start of his crack and licked all the way to his balls. I used my tongue on the puckered rim of his hole and flicked it like a serpent. I sucked on his hole and drove my tongue inside, moving it around. Alan let his legs drop off my shoulders and panted, "Damien, you better slow down if you don't want me to cum!" "OK, I'll slow down", I said, breathing heavily. As he remained sitting, he pulled his tanktop off over his head, exposing his perfectly chiseled pecs and abs. He grabbed my hand and said, "Stand up". I stood in front of him, my own hardon pressing firmly against my jeans, letting him see that I was fully erect. He leaned forward and undid the button of my jeans at my waist. He slowly pulled down the zipper, and reached into my open jeans. He squeezed my balls and rubbed my shaft through my briefs. I pulled my polo shirt off over my head and started to squeeze my own nipples. He slid my jeans off and started to lick the visible shaft of my cock, wetting the cotton of my white underwear. He licked from head to the base, getting it wet, making my entire cock clearly visible through the fabric. As he slowly pulled the waistband down, exposing my cock, I threw my head back and closed my eyes. He wrapped his lips around the head of my cut cock and slid his mouth straight down to the base, all in one smooth motion. It was easier for him to deep throat me than it was for me to do so to him, as my cock is only 7" long. Not exactly a small dick, but nothing like his. He moved up and down on my shaft, letting his tongue slide on the underside. I was moaning and panting, my knees were getting weak from the excitement. He moved his mouth to my balls, and started to lick them, one at a time. Then he gently sucked one of them into his mouth, then both. I looked down and could see a thick stream of precum dripping from my slit as he sucked my balls. As he worked on my balls, he reached behind me and started to rub the crack of my ass with his fingers. He moved his finger up to the slit in the head of my cock and coated it with the precum I was dripping. He then moved his hand back to cheeks and pressed his middle finger against my asshole. He gently slipped it inside me, making me moan and tremble. He stood up, placed his hand on my shoulders and turned me around. He bent me over the chair he had been sitting in, and then dropped to his knees. He started to rim me, getting my hole wet. He spit into his palm and started to lube his cock with his saliva. I said, "Wait, give me a second". I reached into the drawer in the table next to the chair, and removed a tube of lube and a condom. I handed them to him, and resumed my position leaning over the chair. I heard him tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He opened the lube and began greasing up his massive cock. "Listen, Alan, your cock is really big, so go easy." "Don't worry Damien, I'll only do what is good with you." He lubed my ass with his hand, slid a finger inside and moved it around. Then he added a second one, sliding them deep inside me. He then leaned over me and slapped his thick hard cock against my cheeks. He pulled my cheeks apart and slowly guided the fat head of his cock and pressed it gently against my hole. I relaxed my ass as he slid the head inside me. I gasped and shut my eyes. He slowly slid more of his cock inside me. The pain was extreme, but I knew it would subside once he got past that point. As he moved further inside me, extreme pleasure sensations replaced the pain. "Oh yes, it feels so good Alan, I can feel you deep inside me". Alan grabbed my shoulders and slipped the rest of his cock deep inside of me until I could feel his pubes pressing against my cheeks. "Don't stop Alan, it feels so good!" He started to slowly withdraw and then plunge back in again, going slowly at first. "Damien, your ass feels amazing, I want to make sure I'm not hurting you though". "Oh my god, NO, keep going, you can go faster and harder, it feels so good." He started thrusting harder and deeper, his breath was coming faster and harder, and I was moaning loudly the whole time. I said, "Wait Alan, let me lay on my back so I can watch you fuck me." He withdrew his cock and laid me on the floor on my back. He lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he grabbed his cock and guided it back to my hole. Once again, he slid it inside of me, this time he didn't go as slow as he knew I could take it all in me. I watched his face, seeing the ecstasy on his face as he drilled me. I reached forward and began stroking my cock. It was thick, the veins in the shaft were swollen, there was a steady drip of precum oozing from the slit. He was thrusting his fat cock in and out, making me grunt and moan with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, you are going to make me cum Alan", I grunted, and I could feel my cock starting to tingle and my balls starting to churn. He moved my hand from my cock and wrapped his own hand tightly around my cock, stroking it up and down. He let the palm of his hand slide across the underside of my cock head, until I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned loudly as my cock shot strings of thick warm cum in ropes along my abs and chest. He continued to stroke it until I couldn't take it anymore. "Oh my god, stop, please stop!", I cried out. He scooped up the cum from my chest and raised his hand to his mouth and licked my load from his fingers. He reached back down and wiped up the rest, and sucked that off his fingers as well. His thrusts got harder, and deeper, until he cried out, "Fuck, Damien, I'm about to shoot!" I told him, "I want you to shoot your load into my mouth!" Alan pulled his cock out of my hole and yanked the condom off and threw it on the floor. He climbed over me, his knees straddled around my chest and started stroking his massive cock. I grabbed it from his hand and stroked it, watching his face for the moment when he was about to ejaculate. I pulled his cock forward and wrapped my lips around the head as I stroked the shaft. I watched him thrust his head back and felt a powerful stream of cum as it pumped into my mouth. I swallowed it all, but he continued to cum. I gulped down every drop, then sucked hard on the head of his cock, drawing out the last drops, until Alan groaned "Auggghhhhh!", and pulled his cock out of my mouth. We layed against each other, stroking each other's body. I ran my fingers across his hard chest and abs, then running circles around his nipple. I whispered to him, "I saw you checking into the hotel and was hoping to see you when I got back to the hotel, I was so glad you were running when I got there." He answered, "you goofball, why do you think I chose to run at that time? I was hoping you would be walking back with Buddy!" Believe it or not, that was almost two years ago, and Alan never did find a new house. When he moved into town, I asked him to stay with me until he could find a place he wanted to buy. He has been living with me ever since, and we are planning to get married sometime next year.