Corey Cooper wrote this journal on his laptop in two places, the first part sitting on the throne of the bathroom in the motel room he was brought to, and the rest at home after his battery gave out.
It was somewhere around 4 in the morning when I finally gave in to the fact that I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep, and while the man sleeping beside me wasn’t helping with his occasional snoring, the truth is that I never could sleep well in any bed but my own.
The lumpy mattress was no help either and the pillows were as flat as pancakes as well. The sheets were rough and very messy, although to be fair they were clean when we got here.
‘Here’ is room 14 of the Skylane Motel, a seedy looking motel on Central Avenue in Colonie, New York that I was very familiar with. Not from having stayed here, but because my school bus passed by it every day for 4 years to and from high school.
Those days were now behind me, and now I had graduated to a motel bed for sex. Considering that my only other experiences with guys had been one time in the woods and another time in a van, I suppose the Skylane Motel was a step up the ladder, albeit a modest step indeed.
If I were to write a Yelp review about the motel, I’m not sure it would be accepted but it would go something like this…
Two stars – The bed was awful and there was a stale smell in the room, although part of that wasn’t the motel’s fault. The shower was the best part and was big enough for two. Don’t know how much it cost because the man that brought me here paid for it, but I guess if you’re looking for a place to do just about anything that can be done to an 18 year old inexperienced kid, this is as good as any.
Probably too long that way but it’s the way I felt. I suppose I could wake up Alex and ask him the price, but that wouldn’t be fair because if you could actually fall asleep in this thing, good for him.
Another question I could ask would be, “Say Alex, what your last name?” since he didn’t offer it and I was too intimidated to ask. I get intimidated a lot, and whether it’s because I’m only about 5’6″ and 125 pounds or so or because it’s just the way I am, I don’t know.
I guess I take after my Mom in that respect, although since my father – and I use that term loosely – took off so long ago I wouldn’t know what he was like because my memory doesn’t go back that far. My mother doesn’t have much backbone and I don’t either.
Maybe that’s why these older guys hone in on me, because all three of the guys I’ve been with have been much older than me and sense that I’m easy to manipulate. The man who took me into the woods to explain how oral sex works was probably on social security and the man in the van likely wasn’t far from it himself.
The man in the van actually made me show him my driver’s license to prove I really was 18 before he sucked my dick because he said I looked like Bart Simpson, but the man in the woods didn’t care how old I was even though that day happened to be my 18th birthday.
I think it was that date when I decided that I might as well give up the idea that I was ever going to find a girl, because I had little luck. Maybe they sensed that I wasn’t really all that interested in the opposite sex and was just going through the motions to appear “normal” to the world, especially Mom. I liked guys.
So in the five weeks or so that passed since that day at Cook Park it seemed like I had been making up for lost time, and it all led up to this. Room 14 of The Skylane Motel. It was almost sad that college was ahead of me and my high school days were over, because passing this place would have given me a chance to announce how I spent my summer.
“Hey, it’s The Skylane!” I imagined myself saying to the gang on the bus. “I spent a night in room 14 there with a man named Alex. Didn’t know his last name though, but that guy was something. He did stuff to me that I never thought I would do!”
That scenario was preposterous of course and would never have happened, because I kept my mouth shut and my eyes straight on the bus all the time. Even that wasn’t enough to keep from getting bullied sometimes, but if they sensed I was gay or even unsure of it, Corey Cooper’s life would have been even worse than it was.
Alex knew my whole name and just about everything somebody could learn in the course of about an hour in the beat-up Toyota he picked me up in, after asking for for directions as I stood at the bus stop in front of the Library.
The fact that I got into the car was ridiculous on my part because they guy looked a little rough, although since it was about 6 in the afternoon he had a right to have 5 0’clock shadow on his weathered face, but regardless he was a stranger.
“Don’t get in the car with a stranger!” was one of my mother’s favorite tunes, but it didn’t sink in apparently. Alex didn’t say he lost his puppy and wanted me to help him find it though, and that was something Mom had cautioned me about, nor did he offer me candy. He was just lost.
“I grew up around here but it’s all changed so much,” Alex had told me. “I’ve been away for a while, but I remember that the place I’m looking for is near Mohawk Mall.”
Apparently he had been away for quite a while since that place ate the wrecking ball when I was a kid and was reborn as another indecipherable maze of stores, but I knew where he was headed because I didn’t live that far from there.
I mentioned that and Alex then offered to give me a ride, and that way he could make sure he got where he was going with me as a guide. That would save me bus fare as well, Alex told me, and so I agreed, throwing my backpack in the back seat and hopping in.
So I knew that Alec was from here but away for a while, I guessed in the army or something but didn’t ask, and that was all I knew. By the time we were drinking beer in the car at Cook Park, Alex knew everything about me except my social security number.
“I can tell you’re a lot like me,” Alex said as we drank nasty lukewarm Coors Light, and when his hand landed on my knee I jumped but said nothing. “You’re lonely and can use a friend. I’d like to be your friend.”
“Okay,” I remember saying.
“Does your Mom know?” Alex asked me as I drained a beer.
“That you like fellas,” he explained, and I guess my eyes must have popped out because I hadn’t said anything about that during my rambling, but couldn’t find words to protest.
“It’s okay. I do too,” Alex told me. “Been a long time since I’ve set eyes on such a sweet thing like you. You look so pure and sweet. Bet you don’t even shave yet.”
That wasn’t quite true because I did shave, about once every week or so, usually running the electric razor over my face so Mom didn’t think that her gift wasn’t appreciated, but the cheek Alex rubbed with the backs of his hairy fingers was a lot softer than his hand.
“Don’t have a place here yet,” Alex told me as his hand went back onto my leg, higher up my thigh than before. “I would like us to go someplace where we can get comfortable though. Would you like that?”
I mumbled something about not being sure, and he asked me – told me more accurately – that it would be great if I called my mother and told her I was going to spend the night at a friend’s house. The decision of whether I would go with him had apparently been answered.
“That wouldn’t be a lie either, because we are friends aren’t we Corey?” he asked me, and after I sorta nodded and kinda shrugged he asked, “What’s the matter babe? You were so bubbly and chatty and now you’re all tight-lipped and stern looking.”
“Scared,” I managed.
“Of everything,” I admitted, which made him laugh, but then I confessed that while I guessed I did like fellas what I lacked was experience. My manner made it obvious so I didn’t need to add that I lacked confidence as well.
“You have done things with fellows right?” Alex asked, and I guessed that if giving and receiving head twice in my life qualified, that was true.
“That’s nice. They were lucky boys.”
“Men. They were older men.”
“I can see why,” Alex said as his hand moved up further, and while I was tempted to say that if he was looking for something not only would it be tough to find but was on the other side, I said nothing.
“Let’s find a room, maybe get a pizza and you can call your Mom. Sound like a plan?”
That was how armed with most of a 12 pack of beer and a pepperoni lovers Pizza Hut pizza, a 50 something man with a duffle bag and a petrified 18 year old with a backpack went into room 14 as darkness set in, with me sort of trying to be stealth because I didn’t live that far from here.
“Mrs. Cooper!” I could imagine some nosy passerby telling my mother, that idea doing nothing to ease my nerves. “I saw your Corey going into a motel with a man and a pizza!”
In any event, the door got closed behind me with the medley of the slamming door, the snap of the lock and the tinkling of the dead bolt following right after.
“A little background noise,” Alex said as he turned on the boob tube, and as he peeled of his windbreaker I was a bit shocked at how big he was, since in the car he seemed not much larger than I was.
It wasn’t a case of being all that much taller, since he might only 3 or 4 inches taller than my 5’6″, but he was probably 50 pounds heavier and most of that seemed to be muscle as his tight t-shirt showed.
Alex’s bulging biceps and forearms were like Popeye’s, with part of a faded tattoo peeking out the bottom of his short sleeve, some kind of military insignia that I couldn’t make out because it was faint and hidden under a lot of coarse looking hair.
Hair peeked out of the neck of his t-shirt too, and along with the five o’clock shadow that seemed to be growing with every passing minute, made him look even more frightening, although I admit that it also turned me on a bit too. Opposites attract and all.
Sitting at a wobbling little table in chairs that were way older than I was, we ate about half of the pie, with Alex consuming most of that while I nibbled on one slice like a church mouse, causing my new friend to encourage me to eat more.
“Not real hungry,” I told him, and that wasn’t really true but I feared than anything that went in might come back out fast.
“It’ll make a good breakfast,” Alex told me as he rose and went over to the bed, peeling down the blanket and testing it by sitting.
“Not bad. A hell of a lot better than I’m used to,” Alex declared, and I wondered whether he had been sleeping in army barracks or maybe in the dirt of some foreign land because from where I was sitting I could see the sway of the mattress.
“You look fresh as a daisy but as for me, I’ve been in the car much of the day,” Alex told me as he moved across the room and peeled the snug shirt off his ripped upper torso, and after tossing it aside leaned over and raised his elbow to sniff his bushy armpit. “Going to shower. Want to join me?”
“Maybe later,” he winked, and when he saw me staring open mouthed at his broad chest with muscles rippling under a coating of hair he smiled and flexed a muscle while adding, “Been lifting a lot of weights. I would say you should, but you look sweet just as you are.”
“I won’t keep you waiting long Corey,” Alex promised as he went into the bathroom, showing my a lightly furred back that was as broad as the front. “Call your Mom and make yourself comfortable.”
Comfortable wasn’t what I wanted to make myself. I wanted to make myself gone, and the door was right there. Just undo the locks and be gone. Home was not far away and I would be safe there. This was not a little old guy in the park or a bald guy in his plumber’s truck. They were men but Alex was a MAN in capital letters.
I didn’t leave obviously, but I did call home and got a break when the machine picked up instead of Mom. I blurted out some nonsense about staying over at a friend’s house while praying she wouldn’t call him to check, and hung up before she could pick up and question me.
The shower had been on for a while, and there was steam coming out of the crack at the bottom of the door. I got up and went over to the door, and if there was a keyhole I might have peeked in it, but instead I went over to the bed and sat on the edge. It was probably a queen-size bed but it looked enormous to me, although I suspected that feeling would go away when there was someone else in it.
In the bathroom the shower went off, and I think it was then that my heartbeat, already rapid, went into overdrive. I was sweating and shaking, knowing that soon that door would be opening and this Army hero/bodybuilder would have his way with me.
Scared and excited, I wanted this to happen but at the same time this was going too fast for me. I wanted things to slow down, maybe get to know Alex. Go to a ballgame or a movie instead of this right away, but I knew that this was my nature to try to avoid dealing with things. I would put things off or chicken out altogether, as I was a master of procrastination, but then the bathroom door was opening.
“These towels are like cheesecloth,” Alex said as he came into the room like some WWE wrestler, the steam from the bathroom billowing around him like special effects, and one of those soggy white towels was wrapped around his waist, a midsection that wasn’t much bigger than mine.
“I said that I figured you would be undressed by now,” Alex told me, apparently having to repeat himself because I was in a daze from staring first at his legs which looked black because of the wet hair plastered on his muscular calves, and then above.
The wet cotton hid everything but revealed a lot as the image of his cock was clear to see, and I had been hypnotized by the outline while he dried his short-cropped hair until his voice broke the spell.
“That’s okay, I like to unwrap my presents anyway he told me as he came up to me and motioned for me to lift my arms and said, “Upsy-daisy.”
I sat there like a kid being undressed by his Daddy, although I’m only guessing that was what it was like, and after Alex got rid of my shirt the knot he had made to keep the towel on came loose.
“Oops,” Alex chuckled as I stared at his flaccid organ, the first uncircumcised penis I had ever encountered.
As I looked at the network of veins that ran along the dusky shaft up near where the long ragged foreskin covered the head, I used my gallows-style humor as I told myself to relax because he was only as big as the other two men had been – combined.
Those men had been a bit more blessed than I was in that department – who wasn’t? – but at least we were of the same species. This was something out of a porn movie only there was no hitting the pause button here, this was real life as I learned when I was eased onto my back so Alex could undo my belt and jeans and start moving them off me.
“Could you turn the light off?” I asked.
“How about down instead?” Alex suggested as we walked over and dimmed the light, and even though I was nervous the sight of his furry butt on the way to the switch and the sway of his enormous penis coming back excited me.
“That better?” Alex asked as he returned and looked down on me laying like a Slinky toy with my head on the bed, my feet on the crummy carpet and my pants down near my knees, and although I wished it was dimmer still I nodded.
“If either of us would benefit from better lighting, it’s you,” Alex said as he pulled my jeans down and off, and as he pulled off my socks he said I was beautiful and didn’t laugh when he said it. “You look a little like Dennis the Menace.”
I grinned a little having learned that I must have a cartoon-ish look about me since one man had thought I looked like Bart Simpson and now Alex saw a little Dennis the Menace in me, but it could have been worse I guess.
“So soft,” Alex was saying as he rested my foot against his furry abs and ran his hands over my legs, his touch on the faint down that went no further than the insides of my calves making my modest pouch swell, and it was also making Alex’s penis get even longer.
My leg was let down and Alex was kneeling on the bed now, moving me up so I was completely on the lumpy mattress. Kneeling at my hip he ran his hand over my smooth and scrawny chest before letting it go down to my briefs.
“Starting to relax?” Alex asked after I gasped at the touch of his palm on the lump in the cotton, and as he stroked the growing bulge he noted, “Seems like you are. Just relax son. So sweet.”
I stayed motionless on my back like a corpse, only my eyes moving as they went back and forth like I was at a tennis match, from the big paw tenderly rubbing my dick through the white cotton to Alex’s cock which was getting longer and rising slightly to half mast, exposing his meaty balls in their furry pouch.
“See what you do to me?” Alex asked when he saw my eyes on his cock as it rose. “You like?”
I nodded, and for some reason I decided to note the obvious and mumbled something like, “It’s so big.”
“It is that Corey,” Alex said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Let’s get a look at you now.”
I grimaced when Alex took the elastic, lifting my butt so he could get my underwear down, and I thought it looked comical when my erection came free from the cotton and slapped back onto me but he didn’t laugh.
“Nice,” Alex sighed after tossing my briefs into the pile of clothes, his hand lifting my dick upright by putting his finger underneath the acorn shaped head and getting it pointing upwards.
I sure wished it was bigger, but as the skin got stretched to the limit I knew that was all there would be. It wasn’t the length that embarrassed me because I guessed I was almost average there, but my cock is so skinny it’s no fatter than a thumb. My thumb, not Alex’s.
Alex’s thumb and the rest of his hand wrapped around my arching dick, all but the very tip disappearing in his hairy paw, and when a bead of seed oozed out he bent over and licked it off.
“Keeps leaking,” Alex noted with a grin after he straightened up and saw that another drop was there on the tip of the cone-shaped glans. “Still scared?”
“A little,” I said after my shake of the head was seen through.
“I think I know what will take the edge off,” he told me before bowing down again. “Your cum is like buttermilk and I want more.”
My dick was swallowed whole, and only my best efforts had me lasting the 30 or so seconds I managed. I recall my legs churning and grabbed the sheets in one fist and rubbing Alex’s muscular thigh – the only part of him I could get to – until I could hold back no more.
“Better now?” Alex was asking after letting what had shrunk to a peanut out of his mouth as my vision finally cleared from as intense an orgasm that I could recall.
I nodded but I was still facing the prospect of doing something that I wanted to do but was uncertain off being able to accomplish, that being getting my mouth around Alex’s cock which was now quite erect and waving in front of him like a flagpole with a bit of the crimson glans peeking out of the end of the brown shroud.
Alex went down onto his back and had me got down and kneel between his legs after he spread them wide to accommodate me, the crinkly hairs on his legs tickling my skin as I did.
“That’s okay son,” Alex said after I had expressed doubt about my skills since I had only sucked on two before, along with rehearsing on my thumb and a hot dog in my bedroom when I was bored. “You can practice on me all night.”
Holding the meaty organ in my right fist, I put my left on top of that like it were a baseball bat for a second, taking a deep breath when I saw that both hands still didn’t cover it all, although I was surprised when my hands were able to get all the way around, just barely but they did.
“Look up at me Corey,” Alex told me as I took the knob in my mouth, not moving the foreskin down but letting it alone until I figured it out better. “That’s it. You have beautiful eyes you know? So sweet and innocent, but you’re doing great. Maybe you’re a born cocksucker. It’s not too big for you is it now?”
I sort of nodded but when I looked down at my fist which my lips weren’t getting close to, it was indeed something I would be lucky to get half of in my mouth. It felt so different than the other dicks, throbbing and as hard as steel with the veins sharp against my lips, that his penis was like a living thing.
“Come around here so I can explore you while you suck my cock,” Alex told me, and as I knee-walked over his leg and to his side he chuckled when my boner bounced in time. “”Fun being 18 isn’t it Corey, so virile and full of cum?”
I guessed so, but what I was having the most fun with was learning how to perform fellatio on Alex’s tool, and while I’m not sure how good I was the older man had no complaints as I resumed running my lips up and down the end of what had to be around nine inches of cock.
My efforts were made more challenging by Alex’s hand which moved all over the parts of my body he could reach, and as I sucked he kept touching and providing a running commentary along the way.
“Spin your hand around Corey,” Alex instructed regarding the fist that clenched the part of his manhood my lips could never reach. “That’s my boy. You’re doing great and your body turns me on something fierce.”
“You like that, don’t you?” Alex mentioned when he noticed I was using my free hand to stroke his chest, enjoying the feel of his coarse hair between my fingers.
“You’re so smooth all over – almost,” Alex continued as he played with my nest of golden curls above my erection, and then when his hand slid up my side to toy with the little wisp of hair under my arm I choked out a giggle through my nose since my mouth was full.
“Sensitive or ticklish?” he asked, knowing an answer was not possible, and as he kept stroking my sparse armpit hair he suggested, “I think I would like to tie you to the bedposts and shave your armpits and pubes, or maybe pluck the hairs out one at a time. Wouldn’t take long and I think you might enjoy that as much as I did.”
I didn’t know if I would like that because I hardly looked manly as it was with the pitiful amount of body hair I was blessed with, but Alex touching me like that felt nice and I believe that the answer to his question would have been sensitive rather that ticklish once I got used to it.
“That’s it babe. You’re getting about halfway down. By the time I get through with you I bet you’ll be sucking the whole thing,” Alex commented, and that was ludicrous but also inspired me.
“That’s what I would love to do,” Alex said as the hand went down and reached behind me to coax my thighs apart in order to play with my balls, and that made me learn how to groan through my nose. “Make you smooth all over, and then have you put on a pair of panties. “You ever wear women’s panties? Nice satiny ones?”
I briskly shook my head no at that, choosing to lie without words, because I had put a pair of my mother’s panties on once. They were frumpy beige ones that were tight but the feel had made my dick hard and I found myself rubbing myself to orgasm in them, needing to wash them twice in the machine to make sure all my cum stains were out of them.
“Sweet ass – nice and firm,” Alex had continued, and suddenly the hand that had been squeezing my buttocks like they were melons slipped between the cheeks.
“Whoa! Tight!” Alex exclaimed when he pushed the tip of his finger into my anus, something that had never been done before, even by myself, and I squealed like a pig as he probed me.
As he probed deeper and his finger started to spin my sucking got sloppier and sloppier until I gave up on it as straightened up and said, “Can’t!”
“Oh you like this don’t you Corey?” he exclaimed as he skewered me with his fat finger. “Bet you love it up the ass don’t you?”
I think I shook my head no because I never did it and had no plans to, but that finger felt so good that I found myself leaning back on my heels and taking the whole thing. While I wiggled on his digit, I was vaguely aware that Alex was reaching down over the side of the bed where his duffel bag was, but I was in a daze and not paying attention until I saw it.
“It” was a tube of something called KY jelly, and Alex was so deft at this that he barely had his finger out of me before he pushed it back in, slick and deep.
“That’s it babe – take it – take it,” Alex chanted as I squatted onto his right hand while I watched his left fist grab his neglected cock that I was to distracted to deal with and begin slowly pumping it. the crimson head playing hide-and-seek as his foreskin rode up and down.
“AWK!” was what came out of my mouth when I felt Alex try to force a second finger into that tiny hole while he kept telling me to relax – relax – relax while I played the role of his spastic hand puppet.
The next minute was a blur – his fingers slamming in and out, deep and hard. The pain – what pain? The pain was all over or at least was overwhelmed by the incredible sensation when his fingers touched a certain spot, and Alex seemed to play that spot like it was no accident he found it. As for me, I gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise them while I fought to stay upright.
Then I felt a tingling that seemed to rise up from my toes and fly through by body, similar to when as a kid I once tried to get a piece of toast free by using a fork. My eyes were blurry – maybe crossed – but I could see well enough to make out the fact that my dick was erupting all over the place, mostly Alex.
The little prong was bouncing around and shooting jets of cum out, as I spoke in tongues and Alex cackled. His hands were busy obviously, and I was using mine to hold myself upright, so whatever caused that orgasm was beyond me but I was too busy enjoying it to think about it much.
“That was so beyond sexy,” I was told as the fingers slipped out of me as I looked at the strings of creamy tinsel on Alex’s furry body from collarbone to thigh. “What would be really sexy is if you cleaned up your mess.”
I did as I was told, glad that I was told to do it because I wanted to but was embarrassed to do it on my own. I sucked my seed out of the fur, finding his nipples plump for nibbling, and by the time I was licking his still throbbing erection clean he was ready for what he said he really wanted.
“Alex,” I whimpered after he told me that while I was giving him great head, at heart he was an ass-man and said as much.
“And you Corey, have an ass… man,” Alex chortled, and when I started protesting and probably whining like a little sissy he told it like it was.
“Ever see Star Trek?” he asked, and after I nodded he continued while rolling up onto his knees and positioning me the way he wanted. “The Borg I think? They say something like “resistance is futile”?”
That was when I realized that Alex was the Borg and that I was to be assimilated, although I wasn’t feeling witty enough to say it at the time. I was too busy getting profusely lubed by those fingers again, and then the fingers came out.
“Your were born for this son,” Alex told me as the hairy muscleman moved up behind me after he had my backside up at just the right angle. “You’ll remember this moment for the rest of your life. The night a boy became a man. See?”
‘See’ was added because Alex had pulled my head gently up and back with the use of a handful of my shaggy hair, and as I looked ahead I saw that we were facing the mirror on the dresser by the wall. Just above the yellow sticker with a cab company’s name and phone number stuck in a tacky fashion on the glass, there we were with me imitating a center and Alex a quarterback only I was clutching a pillow instead of a football.
Alex was enjoying the view, continuing to stare at us and milking the moment by making his pectorals dance as he hovered behind me as I felt the head of his dick being nudged into my anus.
“Bite into this,” Alex said as he pushed a flat pillow to me before he continued, probably assuming that I would scream. “Don’t want to wake the neighborhood.”
I was expecting excruciating pain because his cock seemed even bigger that the two fingers were, but while it hurt it was bearable until he forced the ridge of his glans in. It was then the pillow I was chewing came in handy because instead of screaming I just squealed like a swine after it popped in.
In my reflection, my face was a deeper red than the head of Alex’s cock as he kept pushing more and more of himself into me, with Alex looking regal with his hands on my hips pushing them wider and wider.
“What did I tell you son?” Alex asked as we looked at each other in the glass. “I knew you would like it.”
As Alex got into a slow and gentle rhythm, perhaps inspired by the reggae music coming from the TV, I began to do more than like it. I was loving it and although there were tears drying on my face, the pain was gone. Flesh and blood was more giving than bone, and I found myself even pushing back into Alex, wishing that his gigantic cock was even bigger,
“Sweet. You want more?” Alex cooed as he leaned over me, his soggy chest hair cooling my back.
Apparently he hadn’t sunk into me all the way as I had assumed, and as Alex began thrusting deeper and harder into my ass I began to wonder whether he even had half of it in me before. I was getting more of it alright, but I was still loving it even though I knew my little bung hole might never be the same again after this.
“No,” I grunted when Alex asked me when he feared he was going too far or too fast. “More. Harder please.”
I saw him shake his head as he lifted up off of me, and after he started moving in and out he told me, “Let me know when you’ve had enough, because I can go all night Corey.”
As it turned out, I didn’t wimp out and Alex in fact couldn’t go all night. He could go an absurd length of time though, and before he finally came he had spun me around in every conceivable position, treating my petite body like a rag doll. I rode him and he rode me, and at one point we were on our sides, with me holding my top leg up while he fucked me.
He looked over my shoulder and saw my dick was hard again, so he reached around and grabbed it with his thumb and index finger and stroked it slowly while I leaned back into his hairy body.
“Damn,” Alex muttered a minute later when I came, not as dramatically as before but good nonetheless, and then he decided that I wasn’t going to cry uncle – the words he told me to say if he got too rough.
I was flat on my stomach and Alex was over me, pile-driving me into the mattress with his battering ram of a cock. The bed was slamming into the wall and while I couldn’t see, Alex sounded like an animal as he savaged me until he finally groaned loud.
“AW! AW! AW!” he moaned as I felt his cock jump inside me, and the soothing warmth that filled my bowels was bittersweet because it felt nice but meant it was over.
“Thank you,” I told Alex as he rolled me over, and he shook his head while he gave me a sloppy hug that I loved.
“Thank me? Thank you. What a way to get back to the real world,” Alex said as we embraced, and I tried to imagined him in some rice paddy or some godforsaken dessert that was so bad he was thinking I was something special now.
After staying in the awful bed as long as we could stand, I told Alex that I had to take a shower, and when he asked if he could join me I said that would be great.
“You okay?” Alex asked when after I got up my legs buckled because it felt like he was still in me, and although I told him I was fine he insisted on helping me. “I’ll carry you if you want.”
“I’m fine,” I assured him although I loved him with his arm around me, and the shower was great.
Getting to lather up his muscular body was fantastic, the sight of the creamy white lather in the black hair erotic to me, and when he did the same to me he laughed when he saw my pointer pointing at him.
“This guy keeps coming back to life,” Alex said before kneeling down and killing it off at least for the time being.
It was all great, even though we started losing warm water towards the end. The water was cascading over me while Alex sucked my dick like it had never been sucked before, and after I came we turned the water off right after we rinsed and abandoned the tub to dry ourselves with the rest of the towels.
“Got your appetite back huh Corey?” Alex said as I grabbed a slice and a warm beer, and he was right and there would be no breakfast when I got done.
As I stood there in the middle of the room, it just struck me that I was naked in front of this stranger, and for a guy who was way beyond modest that was something. Alex seemed to like me as I was and that made all the difference in the world.
We got rid of the sheet and fix what was left of the bed as best we could, and then watched TV and talked, and when I got another boner Alex told me there was something wrong with me. Either that or The Hut had put Viagra on half of the pizza, and not his half to his regret.
“If I was 20 years younger,” he lamented.
“It’s your fault,” I kidded. “If you covered up that snake of yours I wouldn’t be like this.”
“No! Don’t cover it up!” I yelped when he started to pull a sheet over himself. “I love looking at your dick. It’s incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” Alex said as he rolled toward me, holding his flaccid dick and rubbing my erect one with it.
“Ooh!” I gasped at the contact, and then when Alex told me to hold my dick towards him I gasped again. “You’re devouring me.”
That was what it looked like when he moved the tips of our dicks together and got the head of mine to slid into the shroud until the tips met.
“That’s it. Wiggle it around,” Alex said as he kept his rubbery hose as still as he could while I kept pushing my opening into his.
I should have been embarrassed because I thought I looked pitiful in a way. Alex’s cock was so huge – even limp his was longer than mine was hard – and everything else about his amazing manhood including the bronze hue made me pale in comparison.
“When you get tired or sore, let me know and I’ll suck you until I drain you, or at least I’ll try,” Alex told me but I shook my head.
“No? Your dick is drooling again. Don’t tell me!” Alex said, but it was already happening, and after I ejaculated into his foreskin we laughed and wrestled around.
I had no chance to win this match so after I was pinned Alex straddled my face and gave me what he told me was the price I paid for getting pinned.
“Open wide,” Alex said as he lowered his cock over my face and squeezed my own cum out from under his foreskin and into my waiting mouth.
It wasn’t the first time that night I had tasted my own semen, and it wasn’t bad, but it also was the end of the night as far as I was concerned and I think Alex might have been relieved at that. The TV and light went off and I hugged my stranger bear while spooning behind him as he drifted into sleep.
I couldn’t sleep but I did my best to let Alex catch some winks, although I confess to grinding my dick into his backside a little and well as pulling on his dick some when he rolled over onto his back.
That was about when I decided to write down what happened, so I took my laptop out of my backpack and into the bathroom so I wouldn’t bother Alex. I’ve been pecking away for a long time and my ass is sore from sitting on the plastic, but my battery is dying anyway so I’m going to stop now.
I think the sun is coming up anyway, so I’m wrapping up, and if anything happens after Alex wakes up I’ll write more when I get home.
As it turned out the sunrise was not the end of the story. After I left the bathroom I went out to the room and watched the room get bright despite the flimsy curtains being drawn, watching Alex breathe and staring at his cock the rest of the time.
Even limp his cock was imposing, and as I looked at the limp hose resting over by his hip I still couldn’t believe it actually fit inside of me, or how good it felt.
Finally Alex woke up, probably feeling my eyes on him and when he asked what I was up to I told him.
“Staring at your cock.”
“We can go out for breakfast,” Alex suggested since all was left was the pizza box, but I told him no.
“Think I’ll take a shower and walk home.”
“I’ll take you home,” he offered, but I declined.
“I live really close by,” I explained. “Plus I have to stop at my friend’s to make sure Mom didn’t call. You know where to get where you’re going from here?”
“Yes, I think so. Wait,” Alex said, and when I stopped he told me to turn back around and bend over.
“Still perfect,” Alex said of my ass and the apparently undamaged anus I was exposing to him, and as I modeled I realized he was taking pictures with his phone so I hid my face and ran into the bathroom laughing. “I want to remember that because I’ll never see another ass like it.”
With a slightly swollen head I went in to shower, only to be interrupted before I even began when the shower curtain opened and Alex stood there with a greased erection pointing at me.
“Your fault,” he claimed like he suspected I was going to do something about it.
He was right of course, because I turned around and bent over, presenting myself for the taking, and Alex took me there as I was, bent over in the tub. He was rough and I took it like a man while he savaged what he called my boy pussy for only a minute or so before cumming.
“Just like I thought,” Alex chuckled when I straightened me up and looked over my shoulder and saw my dick hard.
Alex wrapped one arm around my neck and grabbed my erection with his other hand, pinching my dick between his thumb and index finger and jerking it like it was trying to remove it from my body.
“Cum for me Corey. Cum hard!” he commanded while the arm around my neck both held me up and cut off my wind a little, but I didn’t last long anyway as I sprayed the tub with my seed.
We showered again and dried each other with the soggy towels our only option, but we managed to get somewhat dry, and after I put the same clothes on that I came in with we said goodbye.
“Who knows?” Alex said as we hugged. “Maybe we’ll run into each other somewhere down the road. It’s a small world.”
I agreed, and after I threw my backpack on and slithered out of the motel for the mile or so walk, that damn song It’s A Small World After All became an earworm as I found myself humming along despite myself.
I went to my friend’s house and explained that I had used him and hoped my mother hadn’t called, but she hadn’t. Jeff did want to know where I had been all night though so I told him I was with a girl.
“Man, I wish I had your magic touch with girls,” said the only guy I knew that was worse with females than I was, since I had lied to him about getting laid several times before. “Who was it?”
“Can’t tell,” I told him, but I accepted his offer of a soda and some cookies for breakfast as we talked about college soon to come before I headed home fully prepared to sleep most of the day to recover.
That didn’t quite work out, because when I neared the house I saw a car in our driveway, right behind Mom’s, and the closer I got the more I started to freak out. Not that there weren’t a lot of Toyota autos on the road, but that ugly brown and the rust?
How did he find me? Did he look at my wallet at see my address? What was he, a cop? A private eye? Was Alex in there showing my mother pictures of my ass and telling Mrs. Cooper what little pig her baby was?
I didn’t want to go in there but what were my choices? Run away from home? I decided to go in there and act like a man. I was one after all. I’d put my foot down and admit it all, and if Mom didn’t like it, too bad.
That bravado was mostly gone by the time I actually reached the door, and by then I decided to claim the man made me do it. He got me drunk and I don’t even know what happened. I’d cry. I was good at that and Mom was a sucker for it.
The two of them were sitting at the kitchen table when I came in the house, and Alex was there with a cup of coffee in hand. Mom seemed rather happy to see me too.
“There’s my pride and joy!” Mom gushed as she motioned me over. “I have someone I want to introduce to you. Corey, this is my brother Alex.”
“Brother?” I said as I shook my lover’s hand while pretending I never saw him before, my sweaty hand squeezed with the same fist that had done the same thing to my pecker, and while I knew Mom had a brother once she said he was dead, something I reminded her of.
“I know. I said that honey,” Mom admitted. “I was wrong to do that, but you see to me Alexander was dead. He had – made a mistake – and embarrassed the family. He’s been away for a long time but he’s paid his debt to society and when he reached out to me – I couldn’t turn my back on him. Everybody deserves a second chance.”
“Away?” I asked, figuring out that the man wasn’t a war hero as I had guessed.
“Your Mom is trying to say that I’ve been in prison for over 15 years,” Alex said. “Armed robbery even though the gun was a toy, and because that wasn’t my first screw up they threw the book at me. I didn’t waste my time in jail though. I got enough credits to complete my degree and plan to make something out of myself.”
“Must have done some weightlifting too Alexander. Look at you,” Mom said as she squeezed his bicep and looked at me. “Quite a body for a fifty year old man. Don’t you think so honey?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, not understanding that seeing Mom squeeze the same bicep I had kissed turned me on a little..
“Anyway, I was expecting to run this by you before now but Alexander got released a week early so here he is,” Mom babbled as she excused her gift of procrastination I inherited from her. “I offered to let Alexander stay here in the guest room down the hall until he gets on his feet. It won’t be for long.”
“You won’t even know I’m here Corey,” Alex told me.
“That’s fine,” I managed to say.
“You look like you stayed up all night honey.”
“Video games,” I lied, and managed to make my exit with that.
I napped but it was inevitable that in a small house it wouldn’t take long to run into my lover who also happened to be moving in to the house, and he looked contrite as he made sure Mom was out of sight before coaxing me back to my room.
“Mad at me?” Alex asked as he locked the door.
“I don’t know. Confused is more like it,” I admitted. “I mean, you’re kinda my uncle.”
“Didn’t know that at first when I picked you up,” Alex claimed. “Although after you started talking and you told me your name? I mean, how many Corey Cooper’s could there be in Colonie?”
“I guess. Still seems a little creepy,” I replied.
“No,” I said after some thought. “It was great.”
“Being under the same roof with you – that might be a challenge though,” Alex told me, and I agreed with that.
“And your dick is hard again,” he chuckled when he saw the bulge in my jeans, and like a flash he was on his knees and yanking my clothes down to suck my dick for what I was sure wouldn’t be the last time.