Having Fun In A Hotel

I was staying away for a conference in London and it was my second night in the hotel.  Somebody in our office had managed to book me quite a way out from the conference venue, so it was quiet and I was bored. 

I headed down to the bar to have a beer, and after a while began chatting to another guy who was at the same conference. He came over to get himself another beer and sat on the stool at the bar next to me. His name was Bruce, and he was about the same age as me, early 50s. He was a stocky guy, short hair and a neat graying beard. We exchanged small talk about the conference, our companies, and how dull the hotel was. 

One of the bar staff was a young, very attractive woman, and pretty soon we were both admiring her and agreeing about how hot she was. Bruce was a funny guy and had me laughing at his inappropriate comments. 

“What are we like… couple of old guys drooling over a woman half our age…” I said at last. 

“Ah she doesn’t know what she’s missing,” said Bruce. 

I raised my glass, “cheers to that!” Bruce did the same and we finished our drinks. 

“Well, think I’ll head up,” I said. “Nice to meet you Bruce.”

He smiled, “off to have a lonely wank in your room?” Bruce smirked. I laughed, and said “yeah, you got me!”

“Ha I knew it,” laughed Bruce. “Mind you, so am I!”

Maybe I was drunk, but what should have been a weird conversation, this sharing of something quite intimate and private, didn’t seem strange at all. Bruce was a nice, friendly guy, it wasn’t hard to warm to him. 

“Look David,” he said, “if you fancy it, in my room I’ve got something a bit stronger than this weak beer. Come and join me for a nightcap?”

The thought of going back to my room to have a wank was tempting, but hanging out with Bruce for a bit longer also appealed. So I said yes. 

Bruce had a twin room and we each sat on the beds facing each other. We clinked glasses to knock back the very smooth whiskey Bruce had brought with him. We carried on our conversations from the bar, widening out to all the good-looking women we had spotted at the conference. We had a similar taste and were soon laughing again. Part of me wanted to head back to my own room and let off some steam so to speak, but the chat with Bruce was, I had to admit, beginning to get me turned on.

It was just good to be with someone who was honest about things, and comfortable in his own skin. Bruce had taken his jacket off and was sat opposite me, his legs slightly apart, his belly stretching the buttons of his shirt. There was a bulge at his crotch and I suddenly realized he was getting aroused too. It was another reason to like him, just a normal guy like I was. 

Our conversation was getting more and more focused on sex and what we liked, and when we last fucked our wives and what we had done. There was definitely the outline of a hard cock in Bruce’s trousers, and my own member was pushing against my trousers. Bruce’s face was flushed red and  I noticed he kept on glancing between my legs. I should have been shy about another guy seeing I was aroused, but I didn’t feel that way.

At last, Bruce said, “man, my balls are beginning to ache with all this talk.”  He looked at me, as if to check if he’d gone too far, but I laughed and said “yeah me too…”

“I always get horny in hotels,” he said. 

“Yeah, so do I!”

Bruce stroked a hand over his crotch and said, “Hope it’s ok but I might need to…sort this out…”

I smiled, “no problem, I need to do the same…I’ll leave you to it.”  I made to get up and Bruce reached out a hand to tap my knee. “Ah mate… no need for that,” he said. 

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. 

“You don’t need to go… sort yourself out here I don’t mind,” and he looked at my trousers tenting at the zip, “beside you won’t be able to walk with that!”

I sat down on the bed laughing. How drunk was I? Drunk enough not to say it was a crazy idea. 

“Better than wanking on our own right?” said Bruce. 

My cock twitched in my trousers. We were going to do this, we were going to wank together and I was already looking forward to it. My whole body was warm and I could feel my cock straining to get out. 

Bruce was obviously feeling the same as undid his shirt and took it off. He stood up and undid his belt, watching me and smiling as he did, and pushed down his trousers to his feet. 

He had a round belly, hair running from his chest down to under the tight waist of his boxers. I could see the complete outline of a thick cock squashed beneath the fabric, and there was a darkened wet patch at the head. Fuck, he really was turned on. He sat back down, his cock head pushing up his shorts. His fingers stroked the shaft through the material. 

I quickly removed my clothes and displayed equally bulging underwear. We sat facing each other, legs apart, knees almost touching. 

“Nice looking bulge,” said Bruce.  Having a man compliment me on my bulge, well that was new. But I liked it. 

“You too,” I said. 

“So,” he said, “boxers off together?”  He had a big smile on his broad face.

I nodded. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my boxers, and watching Bruce do the same, pulled the shorts out and over my cock and pushed them down my thighs. My cock sprung free, but I wasn’t thinking about that for now, I was taking in the view of Bruce’s cock. The first time I’d seen another erect cock in real life. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Bruce sat back down and a thick cock stood upright between his big thighs. It must have been about 6 inches, but I it was how wide and rock hard it looked that got me. The head was round and Bruce’s foreskin was slightly pulled back and I could see the red glistening skin at the tip. 

Then he started laughing. “Getting a good look there mate!”  His cock shook as he laughed.  I laughed too, sitting back, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry, sorry,” I said.

“No need to apologise mate,” said Bruce. “Bit of an experience for me too seeing yours.” 

I looked down at my own cock. Fuck I don’t think it had ever felt so hard before. My cock was maybe half an inch longer than Bruce’s, with a thinner shaft, and more pronounced head. I could see pre-cum literally dribbling from the slit. 

“Phew, that’s a nice cock David.”  Brice’s smile was genuine and warm.  Any nervousness I should have had was pushed out by just how horny I was feeling. 

“Thanks. Yours is pretty good too, very thick.”

He thanked me and his right hand came round to cup his balls and push his cock up.  I couldn’t get over how fucking stiff it looked. Just seeing this guy with his chunky body not that different from mine, sporting a huge erection, well it was amazing to me that I just loved the look of it all. 

Bruce’s hand slid over his balls and his fingers curled round his cock. He sighed, and pulled down, his foreskin stretching back, and more of the shiny head being revealed. I could feel from his sigh and closed eyes that it felt good. I also knew it get good as I understood, I had a cock too. That was the magic of this, we both knew how good our hard cocks felt. 

“Mmmm,” said Bruce, “I’m not gonna last fucking long…”

“Me neither ,” I said. “I think if I touch mine, it’ll burst…”

He opened his eyes and looked down at my cock. “I’d like to see that,” he said. 

I smiled back, and shuffled on the bed to thrust my cock up a bit more. Our knees touched. 

“This isn’t weird is it mate?” said Bruce. He was holding his cock, keeping the foreskin just stretched. It looked like it would slip fully back any moment. I wanted to see that, I thought. 

“It probably should be,” I said, “but no doesn’t feel weird.”

“Good,” he said, “just a friendly wank between buddies…” 

“Mmm,” I said. 

Bruce pulled his hand up his cock, bringing the foreskin in rippled to the head, and then pulling down. “Feels amazing,” he said, as his hand began to wank his cock. I just watched, my cock jerking every so often in my excitement. Our knees bumped as Bruce worked his cock in front of me. My own private solo male show. Fuck it was hot to see another guy pleasuring himself. Bruce’s cock swelled in his hand, he was gripping it hard and grunting as he picked up speed. 

“Oh yeah go for it,” I said, leaning forward to keep my eyes on his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “So fucking hard!”

“It looks fucking hard mate,” I said. 

His hand was moving fast, and I could hear the wet noise of his foreskin moving up and down. I could smell Bruce’s sweat and I was sure his pre-cum, which was splattering over his hand as he wanked. 

I couldn’t help but touch my own cock, but gently because it was also throbbing like anything. Bruce’s chest went up and down as he breathed heavily and I could feel my own heart hammering. Fuck, what did it mean that I wanted to see him cum?

“Mmm mmm,” gasped Bruce, widening his legs, pulling his cock this way and that. “Fuck I’m close,” he moaned. 

“I gotta say it so fucking horny to watch Bruce,” I said 

“Yeah,” he said, “you like seeing a guy with a hard cock… wanking right in front of you?”

“Yeah, I fucking do,” I said, and my hand was stroking of its own accord, my cock thrusting in my palm. 

“Fuck it feels…” he gasped, “ohh fuck…” and he grunted, his hand pulled right back and the full swollen head was revealed, stretched tight as Bruce began to buck and his cock suddenly spurted cum in great globs over his thigh, over my knee. 

“Yes, fuck yes!” he gasped, still holding his cock which spat out more spunk, dribbling over his hand. 

“Oh wow,” I said, amazed at him blowing his load right there in front of me. And then I could feel my balls tighten and I realised I had gone past the point of no return. The excitement of seeing Bruce cum seemed to fly through me and with two quick jerks of my hand, I was cumming too. Bruce was cheering, swearing as my cock burst into the space between us. A slug of cum hit Bruce’s balls and the rest splatted to the floor. And I kept cumming, gasping and thrusting myself. 

“Fucking incredible mate, look at all that cum you beauty.”  I loved to hear it as I was at that most vulnerable moment, those last body shakes of orgasm. And another guy had seen it. 

Finally, the pair of us sat still, hands round our cocks, which lay heavy and swollen in our palms. The air was hot and thick with the smell of us. 

“Fuck, looked like you need that,” said Bruce. 

I sighed, “man, I did…”

“So did I. Felt so horny.” 

We both smiled and then laughed at the craziness of the situation. Two middle aged guys, naked, spent cocks. Smiles on their faces.