Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:30:37 -0500 From: Adam Smith Subject: NYC Hotel DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fiction written by an adult for the purpose of entertaining other adults. If you are not eighteen years of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible for any reason if you choose to disregard this disclaimer. If it is not legal to read the following fictional story in your country then please stop now. If you like this, please contact me at biguyinwestport@gmail.com I will start by being brutally honest. I am 42 just your average guy. Not a gym rat, not a ?distinguished? older guy, just your average middle-aged guy, happily married but with a continuing desire to be intimate with other guys. My wife is a great lady, and she would give me all the sex I could handle at home, but the one thing she simply can?t give me is what I find with another guy, and you guys all know what that is. Anyway - on to the story. It is cold in New York City in December, and thankfully life in the office slows during this time of year, allowing me more time to surf the internet, reading hot stories like those on nifty.org, and checking out other avenues for me to quench my thirst for hot guys. Just a few days ago, I happened to be hitting the net early in the day, and began to look over the ?casual encounters? section of craigslist. I look this section over once and a while, checking out the posts and ogling the hot photos some of the guys attach to their ads. Usually I just look them over, get my fantasy-juices flowing, and hope for the best when I get home that evening, so I can think of the ads and those pics while my wife gives her best go at sucking my cock, but today was different. I opened an ad entitled ?Curious, discrete for same ? hosting now? and on reading the ad I thought that I might have found my twin ? the ad read like this: ?42, healthy white guy, just your average Joe. DD free looking to have a hot first time experience with another guy. No BS. Not into kissing or anal. Just looking for some hot JO/BJ fun. 100% discrete. Hosing at my hotel room today.? I must have read the ad six or seven times until I got up the courage to respond. I logged onto my anonymous gmail account, and sent a quick reply, not really knowing what I would say or do if I got one in return. I sent my stats; WM 42 y/o, 5?07?, 180, ?just your average guy, looking for the same?. After hitting the send button, I sat back, tried to relax, and got started on my regular work for the day, checking as often as I could to see if there was a reply. After about 45 minute, I clicked onto the gmail link and there was a message. The subject line simply said ?Sounds like fun?, and after closing my office door to ensure at least a bit of privacy, I cautiously opened the mail. Although I was definitely alone in the office, opening a taboo e-mail like this one had me on edge, and my heart was racing. The reply went something like this: ?Hi guy. Sounds like we are a close match. I am 5?08?, 190, balding, and in shape but starting to get those not-so-sexy love handles. I have received a few responses, but for some reason yours interests me. I guess it just seems honest. I have NO experience with guys, and am taking the time while in NYC on business to give it a try. I would just like to experience touching another guy, maybe sucking a cock. Let?s meet and see how it goes. By the way, I love how guys look in underwear. What are you wearing today? I am in Mid-Town. Write me soon. PS ? I am 7 inches, cut. Average Joe? I had to look around my office again, maybe I was just being paranoid, but it seemed too good to be true. I wrote back. ?Hi Average Joe. Sounds like you read minds. I guess we are a pretty close match indeed. I have very little experience, and have never ?gone all the way? with a guy, so I would be interested in meeting if you are. I am very discrete and clean. Today I am wearing white Jockey mesh boxer-briefs under my business suit. Is that OK? I am available today, also in Mid-Town. Let me know. PS ? 6.5 inches, cut. What are YOU wearing? Average Adam.? I hit send. Less than 5 minutes later my gmail listed an incoming message. With my door still closed, I opened it in an excited rush. ?WOW! Sounds like a great match. Let?s do it. I am at the Marriott hotel, Mid-Town East, room 1120. Let me know if you are coming. I am really nervous. PS ? white 2xist fly fronts today. Average Joe.? I immediately began to look over my schedule and saw that I was clear for lunch and an hour afterwards. Knowing that the Marriott was not too far from my office, I sent off a quick e-mail to Joe, asking if noon was OK, and telling him I had 2 hours free. Almost immediately he replied that the time was perfect, and to just come up and knock on the door when I got there. I closed g-mail and my mind began to fill with a thousand possibilities. Was this guy a nut-case? Was I setting myself up for something I would regret later? Was he even serious or was this some gay-basher just getting his kicks? Was it a guy playing a joke on a friend? My mind raced with the possibilities. As I prepared to leave for my ?lunch-date? I nervously jotted down the address on a yellow post-it note and placed it under my computer?s keyboard, thinking that if I didn?t return, or if something happened to me, at least there would be a clue, and at that point if my hidden desires were revealed, it wouldn?t really matter. I closed the door to my office, locked it, and put on my heavy coat as I headed to the elevator. I tried to think of ways to deal with any situation that I might face. Would I just run and scream if I was assaulted? Would I just knock, see what happens and maybe leave? How far would I go? My mind raced and without realizing it, I soon found myself standing in front of the hotel. It was damn cold out, so I stepped though the revolving doors, and into the warmer lobby. A doorman smiled at me, and I just walked calmly towards the elevator. Was it room 1120 or 1020, or was it 2011 or 2010. I knew, I had it written on an envelope in my pocket and had already stared at it dozens of times, but my mind kept telling me otherwise. I stepped into the elevator and touched the button for the 11th floor. The elevator doors opened with an almost silent swoosh, and I stepped off at the 11th floor, following the gold sign towards my destiny at room 1120. As I got to the door, I stopped, almost petrified to knock. I took a deep breath and gave the door a few quick raps. My heart leapt as I heard the doorknob turn and the door open just slightly. As the door opened, I saw Average Joe, and instantly I knew that my fears and misgivings were misplaced. He had a warm smile and quietly invited me in. true to his e-mail, he was 5?08? and about 190 pounds. He had short hair, brownish, and his hairline was receding. He was wearing light tan chinos and a striped shirt, and I thought that he was handsome for an ?average? guy. He seemed very nervous, pacing in front of his bed, while I hung my coat in the small closet. The radio on the nightstand was playing music, but I couldn?t tell you what it was, but it seemed to break the awkward silence in the room. He smiled again and I smiled back, introducing myself, and thanking him for the invitation. In a few minutes, we seemed to overcome our mutual nervousness, and he sat on the bottom edge of the bed. ?So what do you want to do to get started?? he asked. I slowly sat beside him, and just said ?let?s take it slow?. He smiled and slowly extended his arm, so that his hand rested on my upper thigh. I could feel my cock twitch at his touch. The warmth of his hand flowing through the wool of my suit pants. I began to undo my tie, tossing it onto a nearby chair, and leaned down to untie my shoes. As I do so, his hand drifted from my thigh to the small of my back, slowly caressing me just above my beltline. I kicked off my shoes and sat up, and again his hand moved to my thigh. I repeated his movements, placing my hand on the small of his back, and moving it along his side until it rested on his upper thigh. For a few minutes, we caressed each other?s thighs? occasionally allowing our hands to brush over the crotch areas of our pants. Although I couldn?t be certain, I thought I felt his hardening cock underneath the cotton of his chinos as I brushed my hand over them, and if his cock was in the same condition as mine, then I was sure I had felt it, and he must have felt my hard-on as well. After a few minutes, mostly in complete silence with only the radio playing in the background, he stood up and faced me. With me sitting on the edge of the bed, his beltline was just in front of my face, and I again began to caress the front of his pants, this time eliciting a low moan from Joe. I took this as a very positive sign, and began to feel with more fervor, feeling his thighs, and moving my hands in unison over his crotch area, feeling definitely now the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric. Joe reached down and unbuckled his belt, and unfastened the button beneath. I moved my hands to the invitation he just made, finding the small brass handle to his zipper and slowly pulling it downwards, watching intently as the zipper moved and the fly of his tan pants began to separate. I saw the embroidered waistband of his 2xist briefs, and my cock leaped in my pants, straining at my own underwear, aching to be released as I was doing for Joe. As I reached the end of the zipper?s course, I slowly pulled the flaps of his pants apart, revealing the front of his fly-front briefs, bright, clean white, silky fabric, taught with the strain of his hardening penis just beneath. I leaned forward a bit, and placed my face just a few inches from the opening, and moved my hands upwards again, pulling down his pants, sliding them over his thighs so that he was soon standing before me, clad only in his sexy white briefs. Moving my hands back to the prize, I began to slowly caress the outside of his tight briefs, listening to Joe moan gently as I slowly felt the outline of his hard tool under the white fabric, feeling his cock twitch to my touch, and gazing at the action only inches from my face. Joe stepped back and kicked off his pants, and as he did this, I stood up and quickly stripped off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. Joe and I were almost face-to-face, and he reached forward to unbutton my pants, which quickly slid to the floor. I stepped out of them, now wearing only my mesh Jockey brand boxer-briefs, and it was clear from the bulge in the pouch area that I was as excited as Joe. Joe then began to slowly feel the front of my underwear, and I returned the favor, again hearing him moan as my warm hands caressed his hard cock and moved over the tight fabric covering his balls. My dick had moved a bit, so that it extended to the side of the pouch. A quick glance down and I saw that the mesh, while a bit dense, allowed the shaft of my hard cock to be clearly seen, and Joe began to run his fingers over it, teasing a moan out me. He obviously liked the encouragement, and felt him begin to grope me in earnest; his hand wrapping itself around my hardening shaft through the mesh fabric, feeling the warmth of his hand as he caressed me harder, as I moaned gratefully in return. I sat down again, feeling Joe?s hand slip away as I did, and he moved quickly, so that his underwear-bound cock was almost touching my face. I moved just slightly forward, and placed my warm mouth over his hard shaft, feeling the roundness of the shaft with my lips, as he slowly grinded it against my mouth, allowing the length of his shaft top move up and over my lips, and back down, while I felt the silky fabric slide over my lips, and the soft head of his cock strain against the fabric with each pass. I must have moaned or made a motion he understood implicitly, as Joe then stood up a bit on his tip-toes, so that his covered ball-sac was placed over my mouth, and I eagerly began to mouth it, feeling the tight fabric holding his ?boys? press against my mouth, and I opened and closed my mouth again causing him to moan. I began to extend my tongue, and soon Joe was moving the entire front of his tight underwear over my mouth lips and tongue so that the fabric was beginning to dampen. The feeling of Joe?s hard cock and balls under that fabric, and my mouth sliding over the slippery cloth as he rose on his toes was unbelievable. After a few minutes, Joe slowly stepped back and motioned for me to slide back on the bed. I did so, and soon found myself staring at Joe?s package again, but now his cockhead was down and his ball-sac up, as he moved into a 69 with me. I moved my face forward, feeling Joe?s hard cock again slide over my lips and tongue, still hidden under the fabric of his 2xist?s. I occasionally opened my eyes, and watched as Joe moved his package over my mouth, and watching as his covered balls moved over my tongue, and then to a position right in front of my eyes, so that I could feel the shaft and after cockhead at my lips, and then back again. I felt Joe begin to work his mouth over my hard shaft, and in turn I began to lick and mouth more eagerly at his, so that I could feel the thicker ridges of the fly-front against my eager lips as he moved his package back and forth. I could feel that my cock was as hard as ever, and that in a few moments I would have no choice but to cum, and cum hard, and at this point I didn?t care if I was still wearing my boxer-briefs or not, it felt so damn good. I slowed down and moved a bit to prolong the feelings, trying to get Joe to slow down as well. He did just for a few seconds. Long enough for me to lean back and take a couple deep breaths and allow my cock to relax a bit, putting off the inevitable release for just a while longer. I opened my eyes when I felt Joe start again to mouth my hard cock, his tongue licking along the length of my hard shaft, and feeling the wet mesh slide over my balls as he moved his mouth to them, and then back to the shaft and head. I glanced up, to see that those few moments had not been wasted by Joe either. In the few seconds I took as a break from the action, Joe had taken the opportunity to maneuver his briefs, so that the fly was now fully opened, and his hard cock was poking out the fly, and his smooth, shaven balls hung in the open, the tight fabric still covering his thighs; it was heaven on earth and I moved back into position, moving my mouth towards the exposed flesh of his cock, and tasting the warm skin as I slowly slid it over my lips and onto my tongue. Joe began to slowly grind his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, at the same speed that he used as he sucked at my hard tool, then faster, as he increased his pace of sucking, licking and mouthing at my mesh-covered cock and balls. I reached forward and felt his smooth ball-sac, caressing the orbs as he moved his cock-shaft into my mouth and listening to the two of us moan at the touches we were experiencing. I could feel that too-familiar pressure mounting and I knew I wouldn?t last much longer. As if Joe could sense it, he began to let me move my mouth and lips over his cock-head, only occasionally pushing the shaft further into my mouth, and as I licked and sucked at the soft head, feeling the tip with the tip of my tongue, Joe began to moan more deeply, and I felt the first shot of warm, salty semen slide from the tip of Joe?s moth onto my tongue. I began to lick in circles at the head of Joe?s cock, feeling his shaft and balls with my free hand, and then the next squirt and then another shot forth, sliding over my tongue, as Joe moaned in ecstasy. Feeling his hard cock in my mouth, the warm jizz sliding over my tongue and the salty taste of his cum as I swallowed eagerly, was too much and I felt my cock leap with pleasure, as Joe moved his hot mouth over my underwear, mouthing the head of my cock as I shot my hot load. I could feel Joe?s warm mouth against my hard cock, and the warmth of my cum oozing in and through the mesh of my underwear, as Joe mouthed and licked at the hot semen; I sucked eagerly, feeling the last of Joe?s cum shoot from the tip of his cock, coating my mouth. We both pulled away, and lay back, resting. After a few minutes, Joe got up, and soon handed me a towel to clean up with. I had to take off my shorts and place them in one of the plastic hotel laundry bags, since there was no way to clean them up enough to return to work. Joe just smiled, and we shook hands and I left; cum stained boxer-briefs in the pocket of my coat, nobody else the wiser to the fantastic experience I just had. I can?t wait for Joe, or ?another Joe? to post again on Craigslist ? if you?re out there, I am definitely up for a repeat.