Motel Room Exploration

Back when we were finishing out our years in college, a friend and I had decided to take a small trip over a weekend and just drive around through the mountains. Nothing major; just seeing some sights while we could, maybe fish in a roadside lake, visit a couple diners...just a relaxing weekend. He had one of his parent's cars at school with him so we set out, and like was expected, didn't have anything notable or graphic happen. Where the trip started to turn into a pain in the ass was when we needed our motel.

I looked around on my phone and found one that had fairly good reviews for what it was, as you aren't going to find any five-star hotels on a two-lane road in the Appalachians. I booked us a room with two beds, and by the time we had gotten there it was already pushing 10. Well, when we went to the office to get the key, the woman pulled out the papers to sign and it was for a room with a single queen bed. I told her I booked one for two beds and she apologized, not knowing how that could have happened as it was the last vacancy they had. We thought about it, and he figured it wouldn't be that big of a deal since it was just for one night. Besides, it was the only motel around for miles and there was no guarantee we would get anything somewhere else. So we paid, got the key and drove over to the room...which brought up problem number two. Even though it was only in the 70's that day, the room was hot as hell inside, and that was because the a/c wouldn't turn on. I called over to the desk and she again apologized, but unfortunately they don't have anyone for maintenance; they just have to use local businesses for the work. Basically, we were screwed. She did offer to take half off of the room fee for our troubles, so I guess that made things ok for the short term. It had been a long day, and he didn't really care much about the a/c, he just wanted to take a shower to rinse off and cool down. 

While he was in the shower I turned on the TV, which thankfully worked just fine. I was flipping through it and saw some weird movie channels I had never even heard of before. I was going through it for about 20 minutes when he walked out wrapped in his towel, saying it was all mine. I went into the bathroom and stripped down, got in and just stood there for a while enjoying the cool water. I stayed in for about the same amount of time he did, maybe even a little longer, but when I grabbed my things and walked out, he was lying in bed with his hands on his chest and ankles crossed with his towel on the floor...naked. I stopped, kind of chuckled and said "uh...what's this?" He glanced over and said "too hot, man. I'd just end up sweating through anything anyway." I kind of shrugged and said "hey, you do you, bud." Keeping my towel on I rolled onto the bed as he flipped around through the channels, landing on one of those movies from the 90's that went straight to video with no rating. Yeah...you probably know the kind I'm talking about. Especially since it was now getting closer to midnight, those channels liked to show basically softcore porn, and there we were in the same bed, basically naked together watching it. Thinking back on it, it almost makes me laugh about the whole thing...

Anyway, we probably had it on for 10-15 minutes when another one of the many sex scenes came on. And while this was happening, I saw out if the corner of my eye that his cock which was flopped over his leg was now rising to attention. It didn't take very long before it was standing 6"in the air, straight up. At first, he ignored it as it was just bouncing back and forth with his pulse, and the movie went back to whatever plot it had other than sex. He kept watching, but his penis didn't back off at all. In fact, I think it was even harder by the time the next round of nudity came around, but this time...he didn't ignore it. Watching the actress get naked (again) and climb into bed with the guy that was naked (again), his legs slightly spread open and his hand reached down and grabbed onto his cock and started stroking. I couldn't believe it...he actually decided to masturbate right here next to me. Not that I could blame him, as I jerked off all the time and he obviously needed it, but it still caught me off guard that he had no problem doing it right in front of me. For the next 4-5 minutes he didn't say a word; his eyes were laser focused on the screen and his fist pumped his shaft. By that point I was hard as a rock under my towel, but I didn't want to cross some weird line by doing it with him, so I just let him to his own. I knew he was getting close, though, as his pace sped up and was breathing a little harder. It wasn't more than a few seconds after that when he took a deep breath, pointed his feet forward and silently blew his load all over his chest and belly. His mouth slightly hung open as his slimy cock made squishing sounds in his tight fist as he stroked and milked out every drop. By this point I could feel my towel getting wet from all the precum I was leaking. It took a few more seconds but his cumming finally subsided and he laid there in that post-orgasmic euphoria before simply rolling over and grabbing his towel to wipe up the mess. He didn't say a word about it, just asking if I wanted the remote like nothing had happened. I told him no, I was getting pretty tired and he turned off the TV and light, rolling over to fall asleep still nude on top of the sheets. Lying there in the dark, my cock was straining against my towel, begging to be released and stroked to orgasm. I went back and forth in my mind but decided just to close my eyes and let it subside. 

The next morning I woke up kind of early; around a quarter to seven. My towel had worked it's way open during the night and my cock was hard again, probably just from being to take a leak, I figured. I walked naked around the corner to the bathroom and, having to sit down to bend my erection into the bowl, took quite a long piss. Usually I can feel myself start to get soft at that point, but not this time. I walked out and got back in bed, my throbbing cock still swaying back and forth with every step. I laid there looking at the ceiling, needing to masturbate with an urge I hadn't felt since I was a young teen. I reached down and felt my erection, noticing that I already had a drop of precum beading up at my piss slit. I slowly smeared it around my head, feeling it tingle in the cooler morning air. I had to masturbate. I closed my eyes and slowly started stroking, letting out a soft exhale as I felt the warm sensations all around my groin. I knew I wasn't going to last very long, so I didn't bother looking up any porn and just enjoyed it. Picking up the pace, my mind drifted to the sights that I saw last night. The fact that he masturbated in front of me so openly was strangely erotic, and a small part of me wished I was being watched right then and there. I suddenly felt that I was already getting close to blowing my load so I let go of my cock and tried to let it pass, but it was too late...my cock started jerking and the cum started shooting and flowing. I grabbed the sheets and bit my lip as I squirmed around, feeling that orgasm all the way down to my toes. When I finally settled down I just laid there covered in cum, staring at the ceiling in disbelief that I came so fast. I've had quick orgasms before, but this time I was masturbating for maybe...MAYBE 30 seconds before I came. It was actually kind of embarrassing that I came so fast, but also kind of a turn-on that I was so horny I was ready to blow before I even started. That being said, I did the same as him and wiped up with my bath towel, but even minutes later my cock was so hard and needing attention. 

I figured since I had already cum once, if I went again this time I would be able to stretch it out for a while. I grabbed my phone and started searching around and landed on a lengthy girl-on-girl video I had seen before and had blown a load to at least once. I kept the volume all the way down to try and stay as discreet as I could be and started slowly stroking for the second time. I got in a nice rhythm and had been easily pumping my cock for 5-10 minutes when he started stirring. Rolling over and sitting on the edge of the bed, every fiber of my being told me to cover up and pretend I was still sleeping, but I kept at it and didn't lose a beat as he got up and walked to the bathroom. When I heard the door close I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes as I gave a few fast and hard strokes, knowing that he just saw me masturbating. A minute later when he came out made my heart beat even faster as he stopped at the foot of the bed and asked what I was watching, and I turned my phone around to show him. Not only did I show him, but I kept stroking with him standing right there at my feet. "Nice. Did you beat off after I went to sleep?" "No, but I already came once this morning." "Already working on number two?" "Yeah...I'm pretty horny." "Me too...think I'm gonna knock one out with you." He then flopped back onto the bed and spread out, massaging his balls and giving a few strokes until it started rising again. Spreading his legs, he let out a long exhale as he started slowly masturbating again with his head tilted back. After 15-20 seconds of seeing him stroking I asked "no porn this time?" "Nah...just enjoying the feelings." "Feeling good?" "Oh yeah. Really good." By this point I had set my phone down and was just watching him jerk off, or strokes almost matching up in unison. I then asked him "have you ever done this with any other guys before?" "Yeah, I had a couple jerk buds when I was younger. Felt like we were always getting off." "Did you just watch each other?" "No, there were times we got each other off. Sometimes we made a game of it, like who could get someone else off the fastest," he said with a sly smile. I swallowed hard and said "what...like this?" I got up on my knees, reached over and grabbed his cock and started stroking. His eyes opened and let out a long "ohhh shit...yeah, like that..." as his ass lifted off the mattress, squirming around. He then reached over and grabbed me, not stroking but just fondling my shaft and balls. It felt nice, but wasn't going to make me cum. He, on the other hand, was groaning and leaking precum all over my hand. With my other hand I grabbed onto his balls, squeezing them and pulling them away from his cock. Between moans, he grunted out "fuck...oh fuck...keep jerking me...make me cum..." I pumped harder with my precum covered hand and tugged on his balls to the point I thought they might pull off. He grabbed onto the sheets and his toes wiggled in extreme pleasure. "Fuck...I'm...I'm gonna...UNGH!" With that last grunt he started shooting his cum, the first glob making it as far as his face with the last few shots landing on his chest. I kept stroking and milking him, and he kept squirming around on the bed. When I finally let go he relaxed on the mattress; his slowly deflating cock drooping with a drip of cum hanging from the tip. He slowly wiped the cum from his face and licked it off his hand, and when I asked if that's what they did he just said "yeah...I don't think I came like that, though." He then said there was something else he would sometimes do. 

He told me to lay back, and I wasn't sure what to expect. He then moved over and spread apart my legs, and before I knew what was happening, he lowered his head and slipped my hard cock in his mouth. My eyes opened wide, I glanced down and could only let out a long "aaahhhhhh...." as his head bobbed up and down. My feet lifted up in the air as his lips slid up and down my shaft and his tongue ran against the underside of my head. You know how there's that joke that says 'nobody knows how to please a guy like another guy'? Well...there is definitely something to that. There were sensations flowing around my penis that I never could have thought possible. It was practically no time before I felt like my orgasm was inching closer and closer, and I mumbled to him "I'm gonna cum..." He didn't stop. "Hey, I'm gonna cum." Still kept going. I cried out "fuck...I'm gonna cum!" It was at that moment I couldn't hold back any longer and started shooting my second load at the back of his throat. He pushed his lips down into my pubes and swallowed as my cock throbbed and each shot flew from my piss hole. When I finally started to go soft he slowly let my cock slip out of his mouth, sat up and asked me with a smile. "so, how was that?" I actually had tears in my eyes it felt so good. "That was...that was amazing..." I then sat up and asked him "so I guess you're gay? I mean, I'm cool with it and all." "No...I don't think so." "Dude...you just sucked me off and swallowed my cum." He then said he wasn't attracted to guys, he just gets turned on by sexual situations, whoever it may be with. I guess I understood it. I hadn't ever heard of anyone feeling like that, but I understood it. 

He then got up and said we should probably start getting ready to head out, and with shaky legs I got out of bed. He told me he was going take a quick rinse in the shower, and after 5-10 minutes he came back out wrapped in his towel. He started throwing his dirty clothes in his bag, and when he pulled off the towel and grabbed his boxers, I stopped him and got on my knees in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and started locking his head and shaft. With his cock starting to grow again he said "whoa...what are you doing?" I looked up and said "I'm repaying you." "Hey, you don't have to do this." "Yes...yes I do," I said as I slipped his head on my mouth. He let out a slight moan as I felt him grow to full hardness and started sucking him like he did me. He took a step back towards the bed and sat down on the foot, spreading his knees wide. Since I had no experience in this at all, I couldn't go as far in as he did with me, but I was still able to get a good amount in at once. He rested back on his elbows, breathing hard and quietly moaning as I worked on his stiff prick. I probably sucked and licked him for a little over 5 minutes when he said "shit, I gotta pull out, I'm gonna cum." I just shook my head as I sucked hard on his head while giving him quick, short strokes. He fell back onto his elbows, looking up at the ceiling as he moaned "oh fuck, oh I'm gonna cum, suck that fuckin' cock!" It was then that I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat, almost causing me to gag, but I powered through it and sucked him hard, swallowing every glob that poured out of his pecker. He was going wild; squirming around on the bed, his feet in the air, his toes curling, wiggling. 

By the time he was coming down, I was fully erect again and could feel precum dangling from my head. As I slowly pulled away from him I was already stroking myself, and he watched as I stood up, leaned against the TV cabinet and masturbated. Neither of us said anything; we just stared at each other quietly as I stood there masturbating. I was so horny it only took a few minutes, but he watched intensely as I stroked out that morning's third cum. As I stayed still catching my breath, he asked me "so how does it feel after giving your first blowjob?" I just kind of shrugged and said "not bad...is what it is." Truth be told, I didn't think I would ever do it again, but it was something I was just drawn to do in the moment. "Well...we better get packed up and hit the road." I nodded and said "yeah, it's starting to get late." Stuffing our dirty clothes in our bags, we got dressed and checked around the room to make sure we didn't leave any evidence around, then went to the office to turn in the key. She again apologized for the room, but I said to her "that's OK, we ended up making due," having no idea what happened and that we were both standing there with our bellies coated in cum.