Paul glanced at the hotel. This says Hilton… but it looks different than the photos. He wore his usual attire after work. A tight navy suit that hugged his body tightly. He was well-groomed with a nice stubble and blue eyes, his hair combed back with some hair gel. This was his first night from a work trip and his first time in this town in general. Needless to say, he was confused. The uber driver dropped him off here, and it was 3am- he had met up with a few managers to discuss some cases and it had gone later than he thought. And now, he was standing in front of a hotel that was definitely not his hotel.
“Fuck.” He said, scratching his head. Maybe he would be able to ask the concierge if they have a room available and reimburse it afterwards.
“Hey man, you look lost.” A voice called in the distance. Paul looked up to see a guy, shirtless but with pyjama pants, sitting at the front of the balcony on the second floor, holding a beer. He had a lean but muscular body, and his auburn hair flickered against the hotel’s dim lights.
“Yeah…” He scratched the back of his head. “I think the uber dropped me off at the wrong hotel.”
“Hah. That sucks.” He grinned, holding putting his beer down and leaning over the porch to get a good look at Paul. His grin widened. “Wanna stay with me tonight? I was hoping to get laid after going to the bar but nothing came out of it. I have an extra bed, too.”
“Err… that’s a little strange, don’t you think?” Paul said, gulping. He wondered if Charlie was just being friendly.
“Not if you don’t make it strange.” He winked. Paul glanced at him, thinking through it. He looked innocent enough. They were around the same age, and he didn’t seem like he could be a killer or anything like that. Paul wasn’t used to just meeting strangers like this though, let alone stay in the same room as one.
“I’ll head on up.” He finally decided. Charlie let him know he was in room 209 and Paul headed to the elevators, pulling on his hand luggage as he second-thought his decision. It was 3am, and it was exhausted. This was his only option at this point.
Charlie grinned once more when Paul entered, and looked him up and down. Paul was getting a little suspicious. It was awkward at first, but Charlie kept offering him more and more alcohol, and Paul got comfortable- slowly revealing his sexuality throughout the night and his lack of sex for years now due to his focus on his work. He was heavily frustrated. Charlie was loving it. He kept inching closer and closer, grazing his fingers against Paul any chance he got.
“I can help you relieve that stress, you know? I’ve been told I can give any guy a great time.” Paul looked at him in shock. He’s barely had any experience with a guy, and had merely fantasized it every night when he wanked off in the shower, grunting at the thought of being penetrated by a huge veiny dick. He couldn’t believe this random guy he met at a hotel was offering to have sex with him.
“Whaa---” Charlie winked at him, and in one smooth move, dropped his pants to the ground, revealing a dick with a huge boner, one that Paul had been fantasizing about for years now. He gulped.
“I can tell you love him.” Charlie stroked himself a few times, his dick pulsing in response. “Want to try touching it?” He sat down on the bed, and Paul approached slowly, not knowing what was getting into him.
He put his hand around Charlie’s dick, and although he had significant man hands, he still couldn’t put it fully around his cock. He gapped in response. He was extremely nervous though- he couldn’t help it. He overthought everything, every stroke, and after a few seconds. Charlie grunted in frustration. “You’re not doing a very good job, Paul.” He smiled, reassuring him it was okay.
“I know… it’s just. I’m not used to this.” Paul said honestly. He already felt pretty safe to express his opinions with Charlie, even though they had just met.
“I know how to get you to relax.” Charlie said matter-of-factly, and pushed him back on the bed gently. He took his suit off piece by piece, still very gently. Taking his time- although his dick was complaining. He pushed Paul onto his stomach, and finally pulled off his tight black boxer briefs, revealing his ass. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
He licked his thigh, moving up and down as Paul groaned and moaned under him. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, baby. Enjoy the ride.” He licked gently up and down his balls, sucking on them gently as Paul grunted. Although he hadn’t had sex in many years, he still kept himself well groomed, and his balls and ass were very smooth. Charlie finally moved to the spot Paul wanted, flicking his asshole gently with his tongue, and when Paul didn’t react negatively, he inserted his tongue deep inside him. Paul almost screamed in response. He couldn’t believe how deep he was, how much he could access in there with just his tongue. He knew what he was doing, and Paul was having the time of his life.
Charlie reached around him and stroked his dick, going from the tip to the base, in the slowest pace possible. Paul grunted in frustration. “Touch me more.” He wiggled, and Charlie chuckled.
“Well, if you’re so insistent.” He stroked him harder, his tongue entering and exiting him over and over, the pace well matched. Paul could barely think clearly anymore. This was crazier than he could ever imagine. The sensations were overwhelming. Charlie used his precum to stroke him faster and faster, his thumb grazing over the tip as he flicked his ass with his tongue expertly. Soon, Paul got louder and louder, and he pulsed underneath Charlie, screaming out loud as he came, the cum spurting hard all over the bed, soaking it and Charlie’s hands.
He grinned and licked his hand, staring down at Paul hotly. He stuck his fingers deep into Paul in one smooth motion, and as he screamed out, Charlie said, “Now that you’re all lubed up, it’s time for me to see how tight this ass of yours is.”