Date: Mon, 30 May 2016 15:03:55 -0600 From: CO Bran Subject: Anon Hotel Fun - Part 1 Anon Hotel Fun - Part 1 By CO Bran 5/30/2016 ***************** Disclaimer: The events that took place in this story are true, however, names have been changed to protect identity. Always follow local law and *never* break the rules ;). Hey there! It took a while, but I am finally able to write my second story (and third, as this is a two-parter) - thanks for all of the feedback on my first one! At the time of this being published, I am a 27 year old gay male living in Denver. I'm a fairly inconspicuous guy; laidback, though tall, dark haired, and hairy with a thick cock. I've lived in different parts of the country, and have had my fair share of sexual adventures. Most (if not all) of my stories will be those of hot encounters that I've had. I've also written another story; feel free to check it out, too! -Fitting Room Fun (www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/fitting-room-fun) ***************** It was going to be a fun night for me - I was sitting at a popular bar in downtown Denver on a Saturday night, waiting for a concert to begin right down the street. I was alone, downtown, and horny as hell. As with most nights like this, I knew that I wanted to end the night on a high note. What I didn't expect was how my night would begin. After finishing up a couple of beers at the bar, I decided to wander towards where the concert was. I still had about 40 minutes until I needed to be back, so I decided to pop on Grindr to see who was around. I had changed my profile to say that I was looking for hosting bottoms in the area. While I lit up and worked my way through a smoke, a guy messaged me from about a block away. His profile showed him as being 39 years old, white, toned body, 5'11", 165lbs, and smooth. He was here for business from Los Angeles, and was staying in one of the big hotels downtown. Following typical Grindr protocol, his first messages to me were pictures of his ass and hole, accompanied by some pictures of his face and body. He expressed his interest in an anonymous fuck-and-dump, which is what I had been craving. Within 5 minutes, I shot back a few of my cock pictures, and was on my way to the hotel. I had been horny all day, and as soon as I saw his tight hole, I knew that I wanted to release the pressure before the show. Upon arriving at the hotel, he sent me his room number - 1751. I wandered through the lobby of the impressive hotel (I had never been there before), and my cock twitched in my jeans as I worked my way toward the elevator. It had been a while since I did something like this, and it always gets my blood pumping. The thrill of an anonymous hookup, especially at a hotel, is something that cannot be described. It's not for everybody, but it can be one of the hottest types of encounters that one can have. That thrill clouded my thoughts until the elevator stopped, and dinged to indicate that I had arrived at the 17th floor. According to the signage on the wall after getting off the elevator, my destination was at the other end of a very long hallway. While being cautious of who might walk out of their room, I couldn't help but touch the half-hard cock pressing against my zipper. My heart was racing as I was walking down the hallway, my cock getting harder and harder as I got closer to the room. As we had discussed on Grindr, once I reached his room I gave two quick, light knocks on the door. After a moment, he gently opened the door, enough for it to stay just slightly open while he went over to the bed and got into position. I gave him about 5 seconds before I pushed the door open and slinked inside, closing the door and locking it behind me. The sight that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. My host was face down, ass up on the bed, with his ass pointed right towards me. I could see from the faint amount of light coming into the room that his ass was already slicked up, too. "Hey," he added, "like what you see?" "I sure do." was all I said while I took off my shoes, jeans, and underwear. As soon as my cock cleared the top band of my boxer briefs, it smacked up against my stomach. I was rock hard and ready to plow this guy's hole. I walked over towards the edge of the bed, where he had positioned himself - his ass was right at the edge of the bed, and he was still face down, ass up. Once I was in position, I started to rub my right index and middle fingers against his hole - he was definitely tight. While I was playing with his hole, he asked if he could suck my cock. I was more than happy to oblige. As he turned himself around so that he could swallow my throbbing cock, I noticed that I had a bit of precum leaking out. I put my hand behind his head, and guided him towards my cock; I told him to stick out his tongue, and as soon as he did, I rubbed the head of my leaking cock to it, and he instinctively lapped it up. He continued down my cock until his lips were touching my balls and pubes, which took a moan from my chest. He moaned around my cock as to intensify the feeling for me. I kept my hand behind his head, and started to fuck his throat; my goal wasn't to make him gag on my cock, though I easily could have. There was no need for that, though - his deepthroating skills were perfect, and his tongue and throat felt amazing as he prepped my cock for opening him up. After a few minutes of this, and realizing that I had to move relatively quickly to make it to the show, I decided that I wanted to start on his ass. "Get up on your knees again. I'm ready to fuck you." I instructed, to which he quickly complied. Once he was back up on his knees, with his face and chest on the bed, I pulled him back to the edge of the bed and positioned the head of my cock at his waiting hole. Even though he was already lubed, I gathered some spit in my mouth and let it run down to between the head of my cock and his hole. Before the spit had a chance to run off, I began pushing into his tight ass. I could feel his hole stretching open slowly around my cock, and I knew that he would need a second to adjust - but, not until I planted myself balls deep inside him. After I felt my balls pressing again his, I held my cock still while his ass was rapidly twitching around it. He was moaning already, and I decided that I wanted to see how loud his engine could roar. While keeping my cock buried inside him balls deep, I made my cock throb/twitch, which elicited an even louder moan. Upon pulling back out of him, I noticed that my cock was a little dry. I wanted to slick it up more before I really went to town on this hot, tight hole. I pulled out just long enough to grab some lube from the nightstand and slather up my cock. As I slid a finger inside of him to put just a little more lube in there, I asked him if he was ready for me to have at it. He responded by giving a mixed word/moan response, since my finger was rubbing his prostate, and I knew that I was good to go. I pressed the football-helmet head of my cock against his hole, took my finger out, spread his cheeks apart, and slid my cock in until I had nowhere else to go. "Fuck yeah, man! Spread that ass apart - fuck!" he moaned and groaned. As soon as I heard him utter those words, my cock throbbed involuntarily as I pulled almost all the way out and grunted, myself, as I shoved balls deep back into him. I continued to fuck him at this semi-rapid pace for a few minutes, and then decided that his ass felt so amazing, that I wanted to take a few slow strokes in and out of him. Upon slowing down my pace, I ran my hands up his back and to his shoulders, while I held my cock inside him again. "You are owning my ass man, I love it!" he muttered. "Yeah? Can you feel my balls smacking your ass, too?" I asked, knowing what the answer was. I just wanted to hear him say it. Rarely does my super dominant side come out, but between his moans and him telling me that I was owning his ass, I was ready to use him like a bitch. "Yes sir, and your thick cock is opening me up!" he moaned. At that, I took a more firm grip on his shoulders as I pulled back out of his ass, and slammed back in to him. I was absolutely loving his hole, and knowing that I was going to breed him made it even hotter. I could feel the cum start rising up my shaft as I continued to pound his hole into oblivion. He was moaning like a bitch, and for a second I thought about what the neighbors in the next room would think if they heard him. I concluded that it wasn't my problem - I didn't have to stay there for the night. I started pumping his ass faster and harder, moving my hands from his shoulders to his hips, spreading his ass apart the best that I could. With the way I was fucking him, the head of my cock kept barely coming out of his ass, and sliding right back in, which was driving me to the edge. "Are you ready for my load?" I asked, as the cum rushed up my shaft. "Yes! Please, please breed me. Give me your seed!" he pleaded. Only being able to utter grunts at that point, I took one final pull out of his ass, shoved back in, and held my cock balls deep. After a second of calm, my cock began to twitch violently, spewing rope after rope of my hot, thick cum, straight from my balls and into his ass. He moaned and clenched his ass, as to milk every last drop out that he could. When I felt my orgasm start to subside, I started fucking his hole again, so that I could spread my seed around in his ass. I looked over at the clock and noticed that I now had 15 minutes until I had to be at the show that I had come downtown for. Not out of want, but necessity, I pulled my cock out of his ass, confirmed by a "pop" as the inflated head of my cock exited his now-gaping hole. Looking down at my cum dripping out of his hole, I said, "I can already tell you that I want to come by after this concert. I want to use that ass again before I head home." He turned around and looked at his ass in the mirror, which I had only then noticed that he had angled so that he could watch himself getting fucked. "Man, you opened me up good! I want you to come by afterwards and do that again for sure." he said, half panting. I started to get dressed, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I walked towards the door. He gave me his phone number, and I shot him a text with my name as I walked out of his room, telling him that I'd be back after the concert. He wrote back to me just as I reached the elevator - his name was Kyle. Just as I reached the elevator, I pondered my return later. Thinking ambitiously, I asked him if he would be open to having another guy join in on the fun. As I exited the lobby downstairs, I received his reply. "Oh yes, that would be fun. Bring as many as you'd like - that's what my ass is for." The thought in my head was the same as my reply: "You're damn right it is; I'll be back later, with some company." And with that, I started my short walk to the show. My balls were empty, but were quickly recharging. Now it was time to contemplate who was going to return with me, in just a couple hours' time. ***************** I hope you enjoyed this story - part 2 will be published shortly. Are you in Denver? Want to help me write a story? I also appreciate any feedback, good or bad. And remember - places like Nifty run off of donations from readers like you; if you can, throw them a buck or two ;). Thanks for reading!