Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 13:27:32 -0800 (PST)
From: R L <atexasdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel Encounter - Connecting Doors

This is an original story for those who love to suck cock.  True
cocksuckers will understand the feeling you have when providing a man the
oral relief he deserves, whether the feeder be straight, gay or bi.  Both
parties benefit and should be provided the opportunity to connect when
appropriate and consensual.

Like most cock-addicts, I never get to suck dick as much as I would like.
My best experiences for a dick-fix have been while traveling on the road.
Fortunately for me, I travel about three weeks each month for work....which
allows me ample opportunities to help service horny fellow travelers.  I
try to stay in hotels and motels near airports or by major highways as they
have a lot of single traveling men.  Those with truck parking usually mean
horny truckers will be in supply.  I keep my laptop and smartphone with me
so I can connect online through the usual websites with men needing to
unload.

About 10 years ago I flew to Louisville Kentucky.  After grabbing my
baggage I drove my rent car to a nearby adult book store, where I purchased
a fresh bottle of poppers.  Then I checked into my hotel room and noticed
it had an inside connecting door to the next room. After getting settled, I
ordered room service (pizza and some beers) and tackled some work projects
on my laptop.  The traveler next door checked in pretty late as I heard the
outside door opening and closing about 10:30 PM. The connecting door on my
side shook a bit and I realized it was unlocked....I opened it all the way
and saw my neighbor's connecting door was closed.  As is often the case in
some hotels, I could easily hear the sounds emanating from next door.  I
heard my neighbor put down the luggage and keys.  He must have then
proceeded to the bathroom as I heard him let out an extended piss and an
audible "ahhhh" as he finished and flushed.  I heard my neighbor's
footsteps as he crossed the room, next I heard him unzip his luggage and
unpack.  I went back to my work but left the connecting door cracked.

About 11:00 PM I heard my neighbor talking to someone on the phone.  It
must have been his wife, as he said the usual "Miss you honey" stuff,
chatted about the kids and how they were doing in high school, etc.  After
awhile, I heard "Long day tomorrow sweetie, gotta get some shuteye" and my
neighbor hung up the phone.  His television came on and I heard him channel
surfing until he reached a sports channel.  I heard the "pop" of a metal
can (probably a beer), followed by an "ahhhh".  This went on for about 30
minutes, and my neighbor apparently had a few more brewskies as I continued
to hear the sound of the pop tops and the periodic slam of the can on what
was probably my neighbor's nightstand.  I periodically smelled smoke coming
from his room (this was before non-smoking rooms).  Without realizing it,
my dick began to swell as I am a sucker for a man with a cigar or Marlboro
Red.

During this time, I turned off most of the lights in my room, returned to
my work desk and started to look at some sex hookup sites, occasionally
viewing some porn as I had not had any action in quite some time.  Having
had my fourth beer I was feeling pretty buzzed.  I exchanged emails with a
few guys looking for sex but they were all bottoms...my quest that night
was to get some top cock to work on, so I bid them happy hunting.  I
concentrated on the porno sites, viewing some very verbal gloryhole action.
I wore my headphones and had the volume up pretty loud.  My cock was
leaking as I viewed a hungry cumslut service cock after cock, sperm
dripping off his face.  I opened the bottle of poppers, heard the gas
escape, and took a few hits, allowing my mind to reel as I imagined those
slippery cocks forcing their way into my able mouth.  I like to "edge" so
did not jack off.  With my stiff cock I had to remove my jeans; I replaced
them with some workout pants so I could be more comfortable.

I had to take a piss so I took off my headphones and went to the bathroom.
After coming back, I noticed the sounds of snoring from next door...my
neighbor must have gone to sleep, but light still pored underneath his
connecting door.  I realized by now my headphone jack must not have been in
all the way into the laptop as I heard the sounds of slurping and moaning
from the website across the room...oh well.  I popped open another beer and
hopped onto my bed with my laptop so I could finish my adult entertainment.
As I did so, the headboard on my bed hit the wall and made a loud thud.
This must have awakened my neighbor as the sound of the snoring was now
absent.

The website I was viewing continued the parade of gloryhole action.  Groans
of lust could be heard as the latest sucker serviced a new onslaught of
dicks.  As I lay on the bed, I heard a slight sound from the wall behind
me.  Periodically I heard this sound and turned down the volume slightly on
my laptop so I could investigate.  It was the sound of a headboard in the
next room pressing against our common wall...it appeared my neighbor was
trying to get a better listen to the show in my room.  I turned down the
volume and made my headboard hit the wall as I leaned up to the wall to see
if I could hear my neighbor.  After a minute I heard a cough and the sound
of footsteps.  Again, I heard the sound of pissing (must have been those
beers) and a flush.  I could see a shadow in the light coming from
underneath the connecting door...it stopped at the doorway.  I knelt down
and could see two feet at the door...he was standing on the other side.  I
stood up and went to the front door of my room.  I opened and closed it
quickly so it would be good and loud.  I then walked to the connecting door
and made slight coughing sound.  I followed that up by rubbing my hand on
the door so a slight "swooosh" could be heard.  I made another coughing
sound and rubbed the door once more.  I then heard my neighbor cough and
rub his door.  I felt that familiar stirring in my crotch as the excitement
of impending lust floods ones body.  My heart began to race and I made
another slight cough.  My neighbor reciprocated.  Thinking I might be
setting myself up for trouble I stopped and stood still...all I could hear
was the pounding of my heart.  The shadow of my neighbor moved to indicate
his movement away from his door.  The shadow returned and I heard that
familiar "pop" of a beer can.  I could hear my neighbor taking a long
swallow of beer followed by a burp.  I heard the strike of a match and
slightly after, the smell of a cigar once again.

I grabbed the poppers off of my nightstand and took a deep hit.  A pounding
filled my head for a moment then died down.  I wanted this to happen and
was preparing myself for what might lay ahead.  With my ear pressed up
against the connecting door frame, I could hear the labored breathing of
another man.  Another slight cough came and I followed up with one as well.
I could hear the sound of skin on skin as my neighbor must have been
working on his dick.  The "slap-slap" of hand on cockskin was music to my
ears.  It sounded as though my neighbor swallowed more beer, and I could
smell the cigar smoke through the door crack.  The odor worked its magic
and made my cock harder still. I got up my nerve and leaned up hard against
the door so it would make a noise.  I heard "Oh yeah" from the other side.
I mumbled "Let me give you a hand with that dick buddy" through the crack
of the door frame.  The lock on his connecting door unlatched and the door
opened.

There he stood, a slightly older man, probably a trucker, a few extra
pounds but with a muscular frame underneath that told of years of hard
work.  A workshirt on the nearby chair had the name "Hank" hand-stitched on
the chest pocket. A pair of black workboots lay strewn on the floor
beneath.  A day's worth of black and gray facial scruff covered his face,
along with a thick mustache.  He was wearing a wife-beater shirt that
showcased his massive chest and eraser-thick nips, all covered with the
perfect pelt of dark chest hair.  Below he wore boxers and had
thickly-muscled thighs.  His thick uncut cock was snaked through the slit
of his shorts.  It was a perfect cock, thick but not too long, with a
foreskin that barely covered the tip.  The smell of cigar smoke filled my
room, making me swoon.  He uttered "Well fag, suck my cock."  "Yes, sir" I
was able to utter, my mouth trembling in awe of this masculine specimen.

I dove to my knees so I could give this man the attention he needed, that
he deserved.  I wanted to be Hank's cockwhore...no, I NEEDED to be his
cockwhore.  My mouth began to water as I grabbed onto his marbled
asscheeks, bringing my head toward his crotch.  The familiar smells of
crotchsweat and piss were pheromones to me, providing me with butterflies
in my stomach as I embarked upon a new conquest.  I began to fondle his
cock, feeling its heft and meatiness.  This was a straight man's cock, one
that was used to pounding a woman. I needed to prove that my accomplished
mouth was better than a loose pussy.

I began to lick around the cockhead, slightly moving the foreskin up and
down his thick shaft.  I hoped the dribble of precum was a precursor of
things to come.  My neighbor Hank moaned and said "Yeah, take that dick,
fag."  I reached for my poppers and took several big snorts through my
nostril.  As I screwed the cap back on and held my breath, my buddy took a
huge gulp of beer...he was in charge but appeared not quite sure how to
deal with another man satisfying his lust.  He continued to swallow and
finished off the can, throwing it on the floor.  He then grabbed his stogie
and let the smoke linger in his mouth.  We both resumed our missions.

With the poppers making my head swim by now, I easily was able to take his
entire rod into my mouth and down into my hungry throat.  Poppers allow me
to bypass my gag reflex, and I wanted my mouthpussy to provide a hole for
this stud's sole use.  I slid the veiny cock in to the hilt, his hefty
balls slapping my chin.  I was able to run my tongue along the base of his
dick at the same time, which my master loved.  "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah" Hank
moaned, and his straight instincts took over as he began to piston-fuck my
mouth and throat.  I love the full feeling of a hard cock in my mouth,
letting it be the center of the universe for my feeders.  It is my job and
honor to do all I can to make them feel the power of controlling a
submissive cocksucker.  After a few minutes more of this welcome assault, I
needed another hit of poppers to keep up with this relentless rabbitlike
mouthfuck.  I took the hit deeply so I could better focus my world upon
this fountain of manhood.  My buddy said "What is that for?"  I said it
makes the experience feel better.  He said "Well, then let me have some."
I held the brown bottle to Hank's left nostril while keeping my thumb over
the other.  He inhaled deeply like I did several times.  I released my
master to put the bottle away.  He obviously felt the wave of pleasure and
commanded me to "Finish the job."  Being a dutiful servant, I did as I was
told.

I sucked and swallowed like a man possessed.  My breathing had to be in
time with his fuck pattern so I could catch a breath.  More of Hank's
precum lubricated my throat cavern, it was both bitter and sweet and I
loved every pearly drop.  His foreskin slid back and forth in my gullet and
provided my cock-master with waves of pleasure.  I could feel his legs
stiffen as the poppers took control of Hank's brain.  He held my head and
forced it back and forth onto his unforgiving manmeat.  It had been awhile
since I had been able to service such a thick cock, easily beer can size
but obviously not pumped.  Thank goodness for the combination of beer and
poppers.

Hank quickened his pace, not thinking of me as a person but merely as a
receptacle for his load.  Spit began running from the corners of my mouth
and I was heady from the lack of air, but I loved every minute.  The smack
of his package against my face was just like the videos I had been watching
earlier...I was living the fantasy of every cocksucker.  Hank was taken
over by his horniness and needed relief.  I could sense that Hank's balls
were tightening up in preparation for their release of my sweet nectar.
His treelike legs again stiffened as he stood on toes while his arms held
onto my head for his balance as well as control over me.  His breathing was
coming in short breaths as his cock swelled to its full girth, portending
the load that awaited.  His cock was completely at the back of my throat as
he started to shoot his jism – I did not have to swallow since he was
back in there so deeply.  His pistoning ceased but his torrent of cumcream
did not – shot after shot found its way into my throat.  Hank yelled
"Take it all fucker, take every drop!" His moans were deep and guttural.
As he slowed his rhythm I could tell his cock was becoming sensitive,
telling me "Slow down fag."  I decreased my servicing to allow my master to
come back to earth.

When it was clear he was spent, Hank said "I will be here all this week,
and I have some buddies that will need your mouth hole as well.  Come over
here a minute, I need to take a piss."  It was clear he did not want to use
the bathroom, preferring to use my mouth as his toilet instead.  I obliged
since it was my duty to fulfill Hank's needs.  His still semi-hard beer can
dick released a strong flow of recycled beer, not strong-tasting since he
had so many drinks earlier.  I swallowed his clear stream as best I could
but some of it dribbled on my face and onto my workout pants.  As his piss
stream ended, he ordered me to wear the soiled clothes during our next
session.  I told my master I would do so and was privileged to have his cum
and piss.  Hank told me to leave as he closed and locked the door.

Moments later in my bed, I took the piss-stained pants and help them to my
face.  I breathed in the heady aroma and took a hit of poppers.  I jerked
my dick furiously as I relived our face-fuck session in my mind...it seemed
like a dream now.  I lifted my legs back over my head and against the wall
so that my sperm would find its way into my mouth, to mix with Hank's cum.
Being a dutiful cumwhore, I did not miss a drop, not even my own.  I laid
back prone on the bed, exhausted from the night's events.  In the next
room, I could hear Hank snoring, sounding completely satisfied...at least
for now.

I plan to continue my series of stories, but if you would like to comment
on my story, feel free to email me at atexasdude@yahoo.com