Having Fun In A Hotel Part 3

“Let’s get on the bed,” said Bruce. 

We got up off the floor, Bruce’s cock standing out rigid. My cock was hanging heavy, still smeared with cum. 

Bruce climbed onto the bed, and then let his body fall, on his back. “Phew mate,” he laughed, “that wore me out!”

“I’m not surprised, you went for it.” I got on the bed and sat by his hips, looking down at his naked body. He pulled some pillows behind his head, propped himself up a bit. There was a spread of hair across his chest, down his stomach, down to a bushy nest out of which his thick cock stood. 

“Didn’t know I had it me to be honest,” he said. “But thought I ought give it my best shot.”

I thought back to his mouth pummelling my cock. “Yeah you did… so what can I do you?”

And that was the thing, it did feel like we were up for making the other feel something amazing, a real shared endeavour to get the maximum pleasure. 

Bruce put his hands behind his head, “Do whatever you like David.”

I caught a glimpse of our reflection in a mirror on the cupboard on the other side of the bed. Bruce, lying almost flat, the hillock of his belly and his hard cock holding itself just off his abdomen. And me, sat by him, my own tummy bunching a little, my cock just out of sight. Two dad bods, pale and naked. Fuck, I thought it looked good. 

“Have a feel first if you like… but I don’t think I’ll last long…” he said. 

I reached out my hand to stroke my palm down his shaft. It jerked up to meet me, and Bruce closed his eyes straight away and sighed deeply. Yeah, I knew that feeling, the first touch of another man’s hand on your hard cock. 

I stroked down to his balls, pushing my fingers through his bush, wiggling each one, feeling their weight and warmth. I felt them tighten under my touch. I scooped a finger under them, almost between his legs, and he moaned. I wonder if we’ll go there was a fleeting thought that made my stomach jump. This was enough for now. 

Bringing my hand back up his cock, I held it and lifted it, getting a good view of his tip. I could see it was slick with precum. I rubbed my thumb over the end.

“Oh fuck mate… that feels amazing,” said Bruce. So I carried on swirling my thumb over his slit, then circling the lip of his foreskin. I knew what it felt like when your cock was so raging horny that these slippery touches drive you wild. And it seemed to be working for Bruce. He was gyrating his hips a little, to work his cock beneath my thumb. 

“I’m going to pull it back…” I said softly. Knowing if I heard that, I’d be so so turned on. Bruce murmured and nodded. His cheeks were flushed red, his body gave off an intense heat. 

I tugged down on his cock, stretching his foreskin until it slipped under his helmet. 

“Oh fuck yes,” moaned Bruce. 

His helmet was a deep red, shining with precum.  His cock felt thicker in my hand than mine, and it just had a look of hardness, a big fucking rocket head of a cock. And it was so wet, when I slid my hand over the helmet, my fingers slipped and moved so smoothly. With a lightly held circle of my palm and fingers I began to wank the head, rubbing up and down, pressing more in the underside. 

“Oh what are you doing to me David…” he said, head rolling in the pillows. 

“Is it ok?” I said, pausing. 

“Yeah… don’t stop…”. He looked down at the red bulb of his cock head in my grip. 
 

The desire to see his cock cum, to make Bruce feel that loss of control was suddenly very powerful. I began wanking him again, his cock seeming to grow harder. The friction of my hand was absorbing his precum so I leaned in and worked some spit in my cheeks, then let it drip onto his cock. Well lubed now, my hand was moving faster up and over his cock head, bumping on the ridge, pushing up and pulling down. 

Bruce’s hands came to his sides and he gripped the bedsheets. His legs and thighs began to pedal as my jerking of his cock got faster. 

“Urrrr, fuck that feels good,” he gasped. 

“Your cock feels huge Bruce… so fucking huge…”

“Yeah… you got it like that…oh fuck…”

“Fuck I want to see you cum…” My whole arm was in on the action of wanking his cock. I took a deep slide down his shaft and then back up dragging his foreskin back, and then really going to town. 

“Oh yes, I’m fucking close!”

“Yeah… fucking cum for me mate… you know you want to…”

A quick look at the mirror, seeing my hand a blur, a look of lust-filled concentration. And then watching his cock throb in my hand.

“Fuckkkk…” Bruce yelled. He stretched his legs out, pushed his cock up between my fingers and it burst cum in a mini geyser from the tip..

We were both sweating and saying, “Yes, yes,” again, as Bruce’s cum splattered and dribbled over my hand, over his belly.  He seemed to pump it for ages, still finding spurts to push out. His whole body seemed to focus on his cock. And I held on, amazed at being so close, to feeling the pulse of his cock. 

Finally, he slowed, raising one hand to run over his head, the other gripping my leg, trying to squeeze a message of how fucking amazing that had been. 

I’d made another man cum. That was in big neon letters in my head.  I looked at his sweating, cum splashed body, his sated cock, curving in my hand. Fuck. I could get used to this.