Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 12:51:26 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL DESERT MOTEL STOP: Press your backspace key. Return to the Nifty Erotic Stories Index Page and read the Nifty Warning. The warning applies to this story. SMALL DESERT MOTEL Three days before I was scheduled to graduate from UCLA, my roommate, my lover, my pussy boy wrote me a note and left our apartment bare of all of his belongings. The little bastard had more or less begged off of me all the time we had been together but I loved him, I had fucked him for the past two years, and I couldn't imagine life without him. When I found his note I cried, I cussed, I wadded up the note and threw it across the room, I became sick, I ran to the bathroom and puked in the toilet. I felt lost. The little bastard! The big bastard! The bastard of all bastards! Thank God, I finally collected enough sense to discipline myself to hold on until I had my diploma in hand - graduation was only three days away and holding on was better than running down the apartment stairs screaming and missing graduation ceremonies - a moment that I had worked for long and hard. In those three days I took some large items to a storage facility, stuffed my car trunk with personal stuff and squared my rent with the landlady and arranged to use her mailing address for a month. After graduation, I didn't even return to the apartment. I took off on I-10 Freeway east. Still upset, I didn't realize I had switched to I-15 (the Interstate to Las Vegas) somewhere along the way. I knew Las Vegas was just what I didn't need and on entering Barstow I swung left on Hwy. 68, which I knew would take me west into the Mojave Desert. I wasn't fully in control of my feelings, but I somehow, had it mind that the isolation of the desert might be what I needed. Some miles later I noted that the next turn-off was Loren, but Hwy. 68 was not an Interstate, there were no signs proclaiming "Fuel, Food, Lodging" so I didn't take the Loren exit. It wasn't too far until I noticed a cluster of buildings off to the right that had a non-illuminated sign reading "Desert Poppy Motel" and had a vacancy sign. I decided to stop, as Mojave was the next town and it was further than I wanted to travel, considering the time of day and my mood. The motel was off on a side road exit about 400 feet. The place looked so bad I almost turned around but decided "What the Hell, it fits my mood." The motel was built in sort of a small, village like square with entry through several openings from the surrounding parking spaces. Its only redeeming feature was an azure blue swimming pool in the center of the complex. When I went to register, the lady (who turned out to be the owner) told me the reason the place was so far back from the highway was because the highway had been relocated and the place had been converted to apartments and were rented by the month and not by the day. Do you have a vacancy"? Yes, I have one. How much? It rents for $500 per month. I won't rent for less than a month. I paid with a credit card, signed in and while she was processing my card I asked her the significance of the motel's name. She told me California Poppies were among the wild flowers that bloomed in the desert in the early Spring. Walking to my room, I noticed a boy sitting by the pool. He appeared to be a young, dark haired boy, 14 years old, plus or minus. I couldn't really judge. It had been a long time since I had been around teenagers. When I unlocked the door and looked around the combination living/bedroom, bath and kitchenette apartment it was little larger than a postage stamp. Never in my life had I felt more down, more unloved, more lost than I did at that moment. I could hardly call my parents in Baltimore and say: "Sorry you couldn't make it to my graduation. By the way, I'm gay and my boyfriend walked out on me. Oh yes, before I forget, I'm in a run-down motel just west of Loren, California. No phones in the rooms. You can call me on my cell phone. Don't worry, I won't do anything drastic, there's no bridge to jump off of, no lake to jump into, no drugstore to buy sleeping pills from for I don't know how far." Had I made a mistake even slowing down to look at this dive? It's only asset was that it was immaculate. I had unpacked just a few items when someone knocked at the door. It was the kid from the pool. When he said "Hi", I was stunned at his looks. I couldn't reply. I just stared at him. He broke my stare by saying: Mr. Radcliff, when you checked in my mom forgot to tell you some things: We clean the room twice a week, except for the kitchenette counter, and make the bed with fresh sheets once a week. Here are some towels. They are the supply for half a week. There is a TV and also a phone outlet. But you need to contract with the local phone company for your own phone line. My name is Alex. What's your first name, Mr. Radcliff? Mike. Have you eaten dinner yet? Or would you like to know where to go? Yea, I would, actually. Were you driving East or West when you found this beautiful oasis? I was driving from the east - from Barstow. Well, go back the way you came and take the Loren exit. It has two places to eat, one serves breakfast and lunch only. The other is La Casa Grande - Mexican food and they serve liquor. You'll like it. The food is good. I kept looking at Alex and my eyes had more lights flashing on and off than a Vegas slot machine signaling a jack-pot win, so, in a moment of boldness and lust, I asked Alex: Would you like to go with me? Fuck yes. Let's go. They have no dress code. You're overdressed the way you are. Give me a second and I'll slip on a sports shirt. He returned wearing a sports shirt, his swimming suit and a pair of worn, flip-flop type sandals. Loren was a matter of just a few miles but Alex talked non-stop and every other word was fuck, fucking, fucker or fuck-head. He really liked the big F word. He explained that miners who worked in the surrounding borax mines occupied the Poppy, almost exclusively. He only liked one or two of the guys who lived there. His mom liked more than two and got laid at least every other night. You're shitting me. How would you know? I live in a one-room separate space by myself so she has the opportunity. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it. How could you do that? I'll take you around the parking side of the building and we can look in her bedroom window. If you let me choose the time I'll bet you a hundred bucks she's getting fucked. I let it drop. It was time to turn off into Loren. La Casa Grande was dark, the bar was crowded but we were seated in the dining area. At Alex's suggestion I ordered a pitcher of Margaritas (can you believe a pitcher, I couldn't) and Alex ordered a Coke. The little fucker swallowed the Coke in one gulp and filled his empty glass with a Margarita. To say the least, I was somewhat astounded, if nothing else by his quickness. We were looking at the menu when another young guy, probably 19 came and sat down by Alex. Alex introduced us. The guy's name was Kurt. I offered to buy him a drink, but Alex beat me to it and ordered another pitcher and another glass. Whereas Alex was dark haired this guy was a sun washed blonde with a pony tail, bare chested, (nice pecs and nipples) wearing a pair of tan shorts that needed washing and a pair of grimy looking sneakers but he was absolutely beautiful, intriguing, sexy as hell and instant hard-on material. Alex, I now guessed, liked to be controlling (or maybe just helpful). Anyway he ordered for all three of us - Steak Asada. It was good. He made up for his actions by rubbing my legs with a bare foot and winking at me all the time we were eating. Kurt out-fumbled me for the check but (I hoped) intended making up for it later when he asked Alex what my room number was and said he'd see us just as soon as he made a stop at the convenience store to pick up some beer. Alex knew where I should park to be right in back of my room. When we got out of the car he took my hand, put a finger to his lips to indicate no talking, and took me down toward the other end of the motel. We looked in the 1-inch space between the windowsill and the Venetian blind. Alex was right; his mother had her legs in the air and her pussy jammed full of big cock. Kurt almost beat us to the room. We opened the beers, and sat on the carpet (there was only one lounge chair in the room). Kurt and I cleared it up that I was not a new employee in the borax mine but was from Los Angeles and just hanging out for a month, which he thought a little more than weird. Alex (bless him) got right down to the subject I was most interested in - male sex. I told them why I left LA and how my roommate had ducked out on me. (Not much sympathy was received). Kurt responded that he thought I appeared to be uptight and proceeded to tell me that one thing the Desert Poppy had lots of was time. Relax. It was Friday night. We could mess around until Monday morning, so just relax. He asked what I was into. I responded that I had only had experience as an anal top when it came to male sex. Oh shit, fucking boy ass is one of life's pleasures but just a small part of gay sex. Yea? Yea! You open to learn? You mean with you and Alex? I don't see anyone else in the room. I'm willing! We stripped and scooted closer together on the floor until our knees were touching. The sight of their flaccid cocks almost threw me back into a state of depression. I had always assumed (because I had one, I guess) that an adult, elect cock was around 5 to 6 inches long. Alex's was already the same size as mine flaccid and probably erect, too. It was impossible to tell what Kurt's was going to turn out to be - flaccid it was a really big piece of man meat, best described as floppy, flabby and uncut (I knew about uncut cocks but his was the first one I had ever seen in the flesh). I didn't say anything but I thought of the old joke about "He had enough meat to feed an army and I'm a one man army". Kurt, I've never seen a cock as big as yours. The fucking thing looks like it should go on a diet. (That made him feel good and laugh a little, too. Every man likes to think his cock is the envy of other men.) Thanks, Mike. Why don't you start? You're new. Alex and I have been doing this for a while. Feel us up. See what our cocks feel like. Touching is an important part of sex - especially foreplay and we are going to foreplay for a while. Alex's felt warm, silken and arousing just like a teenage cock should feel. Kurt's was unbelievable. The thing must have weighed nearly a pound. Just feeling it made me semi-erect. Guess you liked that Mike? I did. See. There is more to sex than fucking boy ass. Aren't you into balls, Mike? What do you mean? You didn't play with my balls. Maybe you didn't notice them. With that he stood up and in the process I saw him in profile. His dick was now erect and it was longer than his body was thick. He turned to face me and he had an enormous pair of low hangers. When I fuck you Mike, these things are going to drive you crazy banging against your ass cheeks. Oh, I'm not letting you put that thing up my ass. Oh yes you will. Not right now but later you will. Alex show Mike how to play with a man's balls. Alex got on his knees, lifted Kurt's cock out of the way with one hand and sucked first on one of his hair-covered balls and then on the other. Then he explained to me that if you were going to suck Kurt's balls you had to do it before his ball sac shrived up to his shaft because when that happened his sac was so big and tight it looked like his dick grew out of his sac instead of his body. At Alex's insistence, I gave it a go and found it totally erotic, the feel of them in my mouth and the arousing smell they had. Alex responded by asking me if I like to suck cock. I told him I'd never done it but after sucking his balls I would be willing to give it a try. Kurt told me that sucking cock was my next lesson then. I asked them if they had ever used poppers. They didn't even know what they were. I remembered that I had stuffed an unopened box of them, that I had ordered on the Internet, into my suitcase and hadn't even brought the suitcase to the room when I checked in. Alex volunteered to get my case, and left bare ass naked except for his flip-flops. Kurt told me to suck Alex first as he really wanted me to do it to him. I asked Kurt how he knew that and he replied that Alex had told him that he liked me. I unwrapped one of the bottles and put the remainder in the fridge. They weren't hot like I had expected. The car was air-conditioned and when I checked it was late enough that the heat of the day had somewhat ebbed. I told them the label on the bottle had so many cover-their-ass warnings that it was best not to read them and not to take them until they were fairly aroused and what to expect - initial smell, what effects they would experience and climaxing would be out of this world. I began by taking both of Alex's jewels into my mouth. It was so wonderful feeling them move around in their sac as I sucked them. I took to cock sucking instantly - somehow it seemed more intimate even than dipping your prick in a boy ass - the feel of Alex's teenage dick flesh in my mouth was indescribable but what I had never envisioned was how you could actually sense his state of arousal and every tiny change as it increased. We passed the bottle of poppers back and forth; Alex stroked my head and ran his fingers through my hair. I knew he liked it and it suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the world to me just to know I was pleasing him sexually. Kurt sensed both of us getting a little too aroused and made us stop. OK, don't make yourselves shoot yet. The evening is too young for that. He had Alex and I take turns, switching back and forth as we both pigged out on his enormous cock. His cock was something else; we were all really getting into it, poppers included. Both of our mouths were getting sloppy wet. Then he pulled his cock out and said we better all cool down and take a beer break. I had to admit that Kurt was right, but I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. And, for the first time in my life I wanted to taste cock juice. We cooled down and at the same time got a little drunk. Things went back and forth until nearly midnight. I remember sucking Alex again and swallowing his sweet juice and his bending down and kissing me on the mouth. I also remember, but a little vaguely, Kurt taking my virginity. It was not a matter of my offering it to him, but if I had not been drunk he would not have been able to take it so easy. I remember his big dick felt more like a red hot poker than human flesh. I remember that I was surprised that I could feel him shooting his hot cock juice in my ass. I remember needing to take a piss during the night and seeing Alex sleeping in the bed with me. I remember seeing Kurt, who had evidently swiped a pillow and a blanket, sleeping on the floor beside the bed. I made it to the john, pissed and went back to sleep with my arm around Alex. My last thoughts were that I would figure it out in the morning - hopefully. When I woke up in need of a piss again, it was daylight. Alex and Kurt had left. I had a fucking headache that you would not believe and worst of all - no Aspirin, no Tylenol. I dozed but couldn't get back into a deep sleep. When Alex came into the room I heard him right away. He put a Styrofoam cup and a coffee pot full of coffee on the kitchenette counter and said he'd be right back. He was and this time he had a large glass of orange juice and some sweet rolls. I asked him if he had any Tylenol and he left again to get some. Thanks Alex. I think you've saved my life. That bad - have a headache? And how. What do you suggest for a sore ass? I don't know. I've never had one. Kurt has wanted to give me one but I won't let him. He's just too damn big. We'll probably meet Jeff tonight. I let him in every now and then. He's longer but one hell of a lot thinner than Kurt. You've been fucked? So what. So have you. You're so young. I know girls who've done it at my age. As the saying goes: If it feels good, do it. Do you want me to get out so you can go back to sleep? No stay and I'll take a shower. I put a lounge chair that has an umbrella attached to the arm out by the pool for you. You don't look like you've had any sun yet. I don't have a swimsuit. So what, my moms gone to Barstow to the supermarket, and everyone else around here are men. Wait until Kurt gets up and he'll come out of his door naked and stay that way until he's ready to go back in. When you've had enough of the pool I'll go with you to the convenience store in Loren. You can get coffee, milk, cereal, lunch meet, some frozen dinners that sort of stuff. If you want to go to Barstow or Mojave next week we can go there to stock up on stuff. Is there a coffee pot, toaster, chinaware, cooking tinsels and other stuff like that in here? Sure, just go through the kitchenette drawers. We went to Loren together after an hour or so at the pool. We were back before Kurt awoke for the day and he appeared as Alex predicted. Hi Mike and Alex. Want to go back to the La Casa Grande tonight. Its on me, yesterday was payday. Alex, of course, answered for both of us. We decided to ride together and leave between 6:30 and 7:00. It was almost a repeat performance of the night before but, being Saturday, it was even more crowded. Kurt ordered a pitcher of Margaritas and a Coke for Alex (joke) I had the steak again (I ate there six more times before discovering they had American as well as Mexican food) but Alex and Kurt had a combination Mexican plate. A good looking, young black guy came up to the table and sat by Kurt, across from Alex and me. I didn't realize he was the Jeff that Alex had talked about until we were introduced. He had a decidedly British accent so I guessed he must be from Jamaica. He must have been 6 ft. -1 or 2 in. tall, skinny, very high forehead, large lips, perfect teeth and interesting eyes - his eyelids were heavy looking and gave him the appearance of being sleepy. I couldn't see his feet but if his long fingers were any indication, he must have a real man- sized tool between his legs. I guessed he was of mixed race - although his hair was pure black in color, it was not curly and his skin was the color of coffee with a dab of cream added. I wondered how Jeff had ended up in Loren, but didn't ask. The more I looked at him the more I became obsessed with him. He was more than interesting - he was intriguing. He was more than good looking - he was beautiful. He was more than charming to listen to he was captivating. And, on top of all that, Alex had told me he hung "long", to use the word Alex used. Kurt asked Jeff where he was last night and Jeff replied that he'd been paid money by one of the waitresses to fuck her. Alex and Kurt both wanted to know which one (typical small town - everyone wants to know the other person's business). Jeff pointed to a nice looking blonde across the room. Why would she pay you? I didn't know you were into women. Slow down. I'm not into women but she paid me a hundred bucks and that's not chicken feed. Her sex life in Loren is with the borax crowd. She said she felt like a whore with them - it was all for their pleasure. She wanted a black man with a big cock who would please her for a change. When she saw my dick she damn near fainted. She grabbed it and guided it right into her twat. She had so many orgasms, one right after another that I lost count. I shot her three loads and she tipped me twenty dollars. You know, one advantage that women have over men is that they can orgasm again and again in a very short time. On the way back to the highway, Kurt pulled into the convenience store and everyone went in. Kurt bought beer and Jeff bought more beer. I had (right or wrong) blamed the beer for my headache. I purchased a liter of bourbon and some Tylenol. We ended up in my room. New meat and a new room - I guess all things new were welcome at the Desert Rose. The most exciting thing to me, and still is as I recall it and write this story, how quickly everyone took off their clothes; to them nakedness was without shame, it was natural and erotic and it was necessary if you were going to have the most fun with the other guys. If one of them needed to piss he announced it as much as to say join me if you need to piss, too, or if you just want to watch. No eyes were averted from erections; they were looked at openly. If one didn't have an erection he jacked his meat in front of us until it was erect. (I couldn't help but think to myself: Fuck the gay bars, fuck the glory holes in the parks, fuck cruising up and down the streets of LA looking for a pick- up, fuck calling the rent boys. Most of all fuck my ex-lover; he didn't even have the balls to tell me he was leaving. He left me a note and disappeared. This just had to be the way gay sex was intended to be. No guilt - just lots of sex and loads of fun!) On the carpet we started off touching knees, Jeff had a good eight inches, curved down, not 90 degrees but about 45 degrees one-third of his length out from his pubes (that waitress should have tipped him another hundred bucks). His cock and his balls were darker colored than his body. I was transfixed by the beautiful pink color and the large size of his cock head. He was cut. As I already knew, you can't plan sex - it just happens. We got right into French kissing each other, groping and masturbating each other's cocks, stopping for cool down periods and more drinking. I guess you cannot plan on what Kurt would do either. He liked my bourbon (I suspect Alex did, too). When we reassembled (knees to knees), Alex always started the action by sucking each of our cocks back to erection. It turned out to be Kurt and Alex's turn to get tipsy. Kurt began hanging on to me with his arms around my neck, kissing me, fondling my dick, pinching my nipples, rubbing my buns, probing for my love hole with one of his fingers and telling me how much he loved me (I knew the love part was the liquor talking, but is was exciting, just the same). I knew I was headed for a fast melt down. I would even let him fuck me again and willingly this time. Then he caught me totally by surprise. Mike, make love to me, please. Please! Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please. I can just feel your cock pushing into my boy hole. Please! Say you'll fuck me, Mike. Please say it. Then he reached back and grabbed the pillows off my bed, put them on the floor, rolled over and put his mid-section on the pillows, ass in the air and begged me again. I was going to fuck him but it was exciting just to listen to his begging. When he reached around with both hands and spread his buns, I saw he had the tightest looking little fuck hole I had ever seen and, to my surprise, it was surrounded by blond hairs. For some reason those hairs really got to me. Jeff threw me some K-Y and I started fucking him or was he fucking me. He really moved his ass around, up and down and side to side. He was unbelievable - a beautiful fuck, a really hot fuck. It was like fucking a moving target. He made my ex-boyfriend look sick. Alex and Jeff moved into position beside us so Jeff and I could watch each other. I was too involved in my own pleasure to pay much attention but, even out of the corner of my eye, I could see that big-bent dick entering Alex's tiny, teenage buns. After Jeff and I had both pulled out, Kurt and Alex just stayed still, not moving a muscle. Jeff said: Guess they're both fucked out. Leave them; we'll bury them later. He went to the bathroom and I followed him. We washed our cocks off in the washbasin and dried them with a towel. Then he asked me if I smoked. I told him occasionally. He invited me out to the pool to have one with him. We left the door to my room open. Mike, I stashed a couple of six-packs in your fridge. That's OK. I noticed you had some poppers. I haven't had a chance to use those in a long time. I know we have both just shot our loads. Do you recover quickly? I think I do, especially if I have the right motivation. I love to get high on poppers and get my cock sucked. Would that motivate you? >From what I've seen of your dick, just tell me when you're ready. I wouldn't even need an erection to do that. When we finished our cigarettes, we went back into the bathroom; he leaned against the vanity and put one foot up on the toilet seat. He had provided me full access to his crotch and his big black, pink crowned dick - it was now up to me. I had given him a bottle and placed the one I had opened the night before on the floor where I could easily find it. I was so new to this game that I was a little unsure as to how to begin but decided to attack. I lifted his dick so I could get it into my mouth. I went down on it, around the curve and clear to the root. He jerked and said: My God! You got clear down to the pubes in one swoop. (I really had and it damn near choked me.) He immediately got me excited talking dirty to me while I sucked: Oh yea, you are one hungry little cocksucker. Don't rush things. Take your time. I'll feed you all the dick you want; It's all yours, baby. I won't take it away from you; I know you white boy cocksuckers need big, black cock sometimes. I was having trouble getting my mouth as wet as I wanted it to be (guess the drinking was to blame), but his dirty talk and a load of poppers helped me to succeed. I was really enjoying that big cock and, at the same time, I knew I was pleasuring Jeff. In fact, he started alternately fucking my mouth and then letting me suck. His cock was slippery with spit and my mouth was actually drooling. I would take the poppers one nostril at a time without taking my mouth off his cock. I sensed that the magic moment was near. His balls were clear up to the sides of his dick and his shaft enlarged even more than it was. He began uttering sounds of pleasure, bent over and placed a hand on each side of my head to hold it still and his balls dispatched their juice on its long journey through his 8-inch bent cock and into my mouth. We didn't realize until just then that we had an audience. Alex and Jeff were standing at the bathroom door watching us. Alex said: Get your foot off the toilet seat, Jeff. We've got to piss. We remained naked, watched TV for a while, had a few more drinks and that ended Saturday night. My first weekend at the Desert Poppy established a routine for every weekend during the month that I would be there. Alex stayed all night. Kurt and Jeff both had jobs that were physically exhausting. Midweek we managed a few drinks and dinner together, watched T V a while, they would always say, before leaving: "We'll get together Friday" (and that always meant Friday and Saturday, too). Occasionally one or the other got hot nuts and something happened between weekends. Alex, however, was a constant. I honestly do not remember if I was as horny at his age, or not. But, I began to suspect that no one was as horny as Alex. What I didn't suspect, but knew for sure was that I loved Alex. Under the circumstances we were in, I would never tell him, but I did tell him I really liked him, as he knew and he told me he really like me, as I knew. We sunbathed together at the pool and by the end of the month I ended up with the most terrific tan I had ever had. We slept together; if we didn't sleep together we ate breakfast together. What else can I say? It got so I was accustomed to having him around all the time and if he was not with me for half an hour I went looking for him or he came looking for me. I had never had a kid brother and Alex became the one I never had. We made numerous mid-week adventures together. Once, with his mother's permission, we went to LA by a more direct route than I had arrived and went to Disney Land . On another we went to Magic Mountain, a little north of LA and closer than Disney Land. Once when we went shopping in Mojave, I needed gas. He had me park by the side of the station and we went to the Men's Room together. He sat on the toilet and gave me a blowjob. Alex slept with me the night before I was due to leave. I woke early; the room was just getting light. I looked over at Alex lying on his back. His cock was hard and plastered against his stomach. All of a sudden it began jerking up and down; then he began to cum and it spewed all over this stomach. It was the first time that I had ever seen a boy, or anyone for that matter, have a wet dream. It was also one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life. Alex opened his eyes and looked at me. Where you playing with me? No, just watching; you just had a wet dream. Who were you thinking about? You. I bet, you were probably thinking about Jeff fucking your little ass. He rolled over on top of me and smeared his cum around my stomach, backed down and straddled me, then impaled himself on my morning erection and fucked it off. We had a tearful farewell, even though we had said goodbye the night before when he and I had eaten, for my last time, at La Casa Grande with Kurt and Jeff. Back in LA I found a nice apartment in West Hollywood. I met several of the other tenants who were very friendly. But my experiences in Loren had made me kind of picky, I guess, about whom I wanted to cultivate as a friend. Maybe I was looking for another Alex, another Kurt, or another Jeff. I wrote each of them individually and thanked them for their friendship and gave them my address and telephone number. Guess who appeared at my door about a month later wanting to become my roommate? You'd never guess! Well readers, if there are any, this is my fourth story in Nifty. The only way I know anyone read the SMALL MOTEL is if you drop me a note. I would appreciate your input and will answer all who e-mail.