Having Fun In A Hotel Part 2

Every time I thought about wanking with Bruce in his hotel room last night, my cock began to harden. It was a good job most of the day was spent sat in the main conference hall listening to various speakers. I could keep my legs crossed and hide my bulging trousers under my notebook.

After both cumming last night, I got dressed, and headed back to my room. “Think we both needed that,” Bruce had said, and we agreed to meet in the bar the next night. 

After the conference I had to go for a meal with a client and it wasn’t until nearly 10 that I got back to the hotel. I walked in and stood by the bar. No sign of Bruce. Should I text him, I wondered. Not to do anything, I told myself, just to say hello. 

I texted him: “I’m in the bar. Pint?”

He instantly texted back, which made me smile. “I’m in my room. Got my hands full right now.”

I smiled more. Oh really, I thought. But I texted: “With what?”

There was a minute’s gap while I waited for his reply. Then my phone beeped and I saw he had sent me a photo. I opened it, and almost gasped. It was a close-up shot of his erect penis. I moved away from the bar to make sure no one could see and looked again. Bruce had held the camera in front of him, as he sat on the bed, just like last night. His cock stood up straight out of his bushy pubic hair, rock hard, foreskin pulled back. The head was glistening. Fuck, I thought. It was such a hot image. I didn’t even pause to think what that said about me that I was drooling over another man’s cock. 

My phone beeped again. “Come and give me a hand?”

Bruce opened the door naked. I laughed, seeing his cock jutting out in front of me, his round belly above it. He was laughing too, pleased with getting a reaction out of me. 

“Come in mate,” he said, turning to walk back into the room. I watched his buttocks wobble as he headed for the table to pick up two glasses of whiskey. I closed the door behind me, and my own cock was already getting hard again.

Bruce handed me the glass and, noticing I was looking at his cock, said “this is what I love about hotels, getting back to your room and getting naked.”

“Are you saying I ought to get undressed?” I smiled. 

“Your choice David…but yeah.”  He looked down at my trousers “Tell you what,” he said, “you drink your drink, and I’ll help you out of your clothes.”

He put his glass down and reached out for my belt. There was such an enthusiastic look on his face, not to mention the obvious excitement of his cock, I let him unbuckle me. 

I sipped my drink, as he unzipped my trousers and pushed them over my hips. My cock was straining at my underwear, held in a curve against my leg.  He pulled my trousers down and I stepped out of them. 

With a chuckle, he began to undo the buttons of my shirt. I watched, drinking, and getting aroused by the thought of being naked in this room again. My shirt fell away to the floor. 

“Good, good,” said Bruce, taking in my bare chest, and then dropping his gaze to my groin. I felt like my cock was giving off waves of heat, it almost hurt being squashed in my underwear. I was willing Bruce to get it out. Fuck, I suddenly thought, will he touch it? Will I let him? Will I let another man touch my cock?

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Is it ok David, if I take off your keks?”  

I nodded. My tongue thick with whiskey and nervousness. 

His hands reached down, his palms brushing my cock through the fabric and making me throb even more. The fingers of one hand slipped inside the waistband, touching my skin, pulling it away from my stomach and his other hand reached in to feel my cock. 

“Ohhh…” I said without thinking. His warm hand on my hot cock felt amazing. 

He glanced up at me, pushing his hand down to grab my stiff member up and pointing out of my underwear. The fact it was so erect told Bruce I was rather happy with this move. 

He pulled my shorts down and I kicked them away. We stood facing each other, our hard cocks pointing out. I went to put my drink down, but Bruce said, “you just stand there and enjoy your whiskey…” He reached out to stroke his hand under my balls, which made my cock twitch.  Then his fingers slid up to my shaft, sliding up to the tip. Fuck.  His hand curled round the shaft, gripping me. 

“Ah mate, I was thinking all day I wonder what it would be like to hold your cock…” he grinned, and then his face reddened and he tried to cover his sudden embarrassment with a jokey:  “That’s what a boring conference will do!”

“I have to admit,” I said, “I was wondering the same.”

“Ha, I knew it! Did you like the photo I sent?” His hand was beginning to squeeze my cock. My brain was trying to manage the conversation while losing its shit over the fact another man was touching my cock. And he was making it feel harder every second. 

“Yeah, I almost went and wanked over it,” I said. 

Bruce laughed. “The real thing is here,” and he put his other hand in his hard member, gave it an instinctive pull, showing me the wet head. 

“Mate… that’s not all I was thinking…” he said. His hands were doing the same thing to both cocks, slowly wanking them. The sensations in mine were something else. His unfamiliar fingers, his tight grip, the grip of a man, on my cock were making my balls ache. 

“Oh yeah?” I said. I didn’t know what he meant. He licked his lips Or did I?

“Mate… your cock looks good enough to eat…”

Oh fuck. Now where we going? I felt a surge of pre-cum leak from me, and Bruce’s fingers rubbed it over the head of my cock. 

Bruce nodded. I nodded back. I was feeling almost dizzy, all the blood rushing to my erection as I stood there in front of him.

He bent down and knelt on the carpeted floor in front of me. His right hand held my cock level with the floor, tugged it down and held it steady. I watched, fucking transfixed, as he leaned in and his tongue scooped over the tip of my cock. Whoa, I jerked, electricity all over the head of my cock. For a big man, I was thinking, that was a gentle move, and then he looked up at me. There was something glinting in his eye, and he licked my pre-cum off his lips. And then bent back and pushed my cock into his mouth. He moaned and I moaned as I felt the warm wetness of his mouth on me, and his beard tickling my shaft. 

His hands gripped my hips as he mouthed at my cock, and I could feel his urgent excitement in the way he sucked hard, making the tip of my cock sting with pressure. Fuck, I thought, I’m going to cum straight away.  Bruce’s mouth was slurping and sliding on my hard cock. If I looked down I saw his lips bulge round it, the shaft of my cock sliding in and out shining with spit and pre-cum. 

With a gasp he pulled his mouth off, my cock head shaking in front of him, swollen and red and angry and dripping. 

“Fuck mate,” I said, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Not can I!” he said. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.  

“It feels fucking amazing,” I said. 

He smiled at that, a look of pride and lust in his face. “More?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, “but I’m gonna cum in seconds.”

“Fucking a you will.” And Bruce dived back on my cock, my bulbous head hitting the roof of his mouth, sliding to his throat and he gagged. But kept sucking, drawing his mouth back and then holding just the head, and then sliding back over. 

My hands gripped his head, getting my balance as we began to grunt and groan and move in time, my cock fucking his mouth and his mouth fucking it back. 

I felt my balls tighten. I think it was the thought of what we were doing that sent me over the edge. I tried to speak but only a gasp came out and my legs began to shake. I heard Bruce moan in excitement and then I thrust my cock against his tongue and began to pump cum all over it, feeling it burst around his mouth, his lips tight on my shaft. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shouted, pushing out more bursts of cum. And then Bruce finally coughed and fell back, cum dribbling over his lips, a long string of it between his mouth and my cock.

“Oh yes you beauty,” he said, catching the cum dripping off his chin, and licking it off his hand. My cock throbbed and twitched in front of him. 

“Fuck,” I said, I reached out for the table and eased myself to the floor by him. My chest heaved at the effort of the orgasm, the like of which I had never had before. 

“Phew… you came a lot mate,” he said. 

I shook my head, grinning. “Yeah, you got a lot out…”

We both laughed. My heart was pounding. I still felt turned on, my head full of lust and images of my cock between his lips.  

I looked down between his legs. His cock looked fucking huge.  

“Bruce..” I said. 

“What?”

“We need to do something about that.”