Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2022 23:36:33 +0000
From: Sam Tudor <samnhsamnh@outlook.com>
Subject: Road Trip to Cupcake Ranch, Chapter 4

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Chapter 4:  Chicago YMCA

I hit the road early out of Rochester, headed for Chicago where I was
going to have supper with a college friend and his wife.  They had very
little money and were staying with her parents for the summer, so we were
going out to eat, and I was paying.  We had a good time and good steaks.

Chicago is not noted for cheap hotels, and the ones that were, were in
bad neighborhoods where one's truck might well be stolen from the
parking lot.  But, there was the YMCA.  200 rooms.  Bookable on line, but
the sign on the desk would say "Sorry, full tonight" to keep the
homeless and the drugged out.  Parking garage across the street, cost
almost as much as the room, but the truck was safe.  I wanted to go to
Boys Town and see what I could find, but it was late, and I had had it.

So I went to my room, pretty basic, but clean, single bed, bureau, desk
with lamp.  No carpet, window looked out on another wing of the building,
bathroom down the hall.  And cheap.  One small threadbare towel, one wash
cloth, one little bar of soap.  Sort of like Motel 6, but less.

Saw two guys in the hallway wearing towels, headed from the bathroom,
shower shoes, so stripped, and grabbed my toothbrush and towel, etc., and
headed that way.

The place was almost empty, three sinks, one urinal, two stalls, and a
shower with 4 heads, and no curtain between it and the sinks.  One guy,
very muscular, a red head (red pubic hair really turns me on) wearing a
towel, brushing his teeth, he said "hi" and I did back.  Maybe 5' 6",
mostly hairless chest, reddish blonde treasure trail from belly button to
towel, and a great smile.

Got in the shower, and, got a semi, and positioned myself so he could see
it, if he wanted to.  He did.  He let his cock show through the opening
in his towel.  It was uncut, semi hard, very pink, as white cocks go.

Toweled off, put towel on, stood at next sink and brushed my teeth and
combed my hair.

"Hi, again," he said.  "We might have something in common. My name is
Art."

I introduced myself, and said, "We both like cock?", by this time we
were both playing with our cocks, and getting them fully hard.  Mine was
bigger than his, by about an inch, and was thicker, too.  His had a
mushroom type head, a lot thicker than the shaft.

We went to his room.  His room had a medium sized mirror on the wall
opposite the bed, sort of like in the gay bathhouse in Rochester, but
smaller.

He started striking poses, towel off, cock hard, showing off his
muscles.  I have muscles, being a good athlete, but nothing like this
dude.  He was like something out of a muscle magazine. Great smooth pecs
with little tiny nipples, washboard abs, gigantic lats, thighs so large
that they forced his cock and balls forward, even when limp.  He turned
me on, no end.

"Want to feel my muscles?" he asked.  "Sure," I said, and I did.  As
he flexed standing by the bed, I ran my hands over his pecs, and his tiny
nipples stood right up, I caressed his big biceps, he turned around so I
could admire and run my hands over his defined back, and his lats.  I ran
my hands down his hard bubble butt, and ventured into his crack, he
pushed back and opened his crack for me, I got a finger down to his hole
and he sat on it a little.  "I like that," he said.

Meanwhile he was flexing and admiring himself in the mirror most of the
time.  His cock was standing up, it curved to the left, his balls, like
his ass, were hairless, "They came that way, I don't shave them," he
noted.  He made no move to touch me, let alone my cock, which was begging
for attention.

"You want to fuck me?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

"OK," he said, "lie down, I want to ride you cowboy while you play
with my cock, but not till I tell you to.  Here is a condom."

So, being an easy guy, I laid down, he straddled me, facing me, and
guided my now very hard cock into his ass.  It was an easy entry.
"Don't move, let me do all the work," he said, and began to give me
the ride of my life, so far.  Up and down, squeezing, releasing, side to
side, all the while massaging parts of his body and looking at his
reflection in the mirror, turning himself on.  "Don't touch me until I
tell you to".   Then after a while, with his very white skin getting
redder and redder, particularly his face, his neck and his pecs, and his
pecs getting really pumped up, he said, "NOW, stroke my cock with lube,
faster, faster, don't stop," he was mauling his pecs and nips, and then
with a whole-body shudder came all over my chest and face and his belly,
pump after pump, I counted 14 with cum, and then a few more dry twitches
and it was over.  He got off my cock and used paper towels to clean
himself up.

"What about me?" I asked.

"You can JO if you want to, I am done for the night," he said, "time
for the showers."

So we went to the showers, no one else there, I was still almost hard,
and really needed to get off, I tried to fool around in the shower with
him but he said, "I am done, that was it."  So, that was it.  No
exchange of emails, or texts, he got off, and it was all about him.  Not
that I was not turned on by it, I was, but was hoping for a happier
ending.

So, I washed his cum off my body, and went back to my room and JO'ed
with lube and fingered my ass, just a little, imagining him fucking me,
and since I was still a bottom virgin that was not the first time I had
thought about giving it up, but one of the most serious times.