As the male half of the couple this is a fantasy I often think about.
I've booked a Travelodge or Premier Inn hotel for the night as I've found myself away from home for business. Despite being tired and worn out from the long arduous day I freshen up and head to the hotel bar for a swift pint.
As I prop up the bar on one side nuzzling contently the half pint I have left this tall, lean looking gentleman comes and sits next to me on the vacant bar stool. I'm bi and don't mind the idea of a chap like this using me like his piece of meat but this is reality and the likelihood is beyond remote, so I acknowledge his arrival with a nod and a casual smile.
"Would you like another one?" he asks, nodding his slightly stubbled chin towards my half empty glass.
"That'd be great, thanks. Pint of Fosters would be good." I figure I wouldn't take the piss, so I suggest the cheapest thing on tap.
The drinks are delivered as he and I exchange pleasantries and make idle chit chat. As the pint is placed in front of me he makes a remark that even someone like me, who can't see the obvious when its smacked across my face, can see right through.
"You like a bit of Aussie action then?" he says, again motioning to the fresh pint of amber nectar. It's only then that I realize he has a slight accent.
"Aussie, English, German... it's all good when it comes down to it," I remark purposefully, hoping my obviousness isn't misunderstood or my pathetic attempts to flirt isn't rejected as codswallop.
We enjoy our drinks making further light chat when he asks me what brings me to that part of the country. I explain that I'm here on business, quite alone, and though I'm tired I intend to stay up a bit longer. The bell goes for last orders, so he makes a bold suggestion that he has a bottle of wine in his room if I wanted to go with him and share it.
The thrill and excitement wells up within me and the sense of exhilaration threatens to blow my cover but I do well to compose myself and reply that I would like that. So we knock back the pints and head up to his room, which conveniently enough isn't a million doors along from my own.
He fumbles with the key card for a moment, grumbling about it whilst bending over in front of me to better see the slot on the door. In a moment I imagine I would never forget I let slip a little "Mmmm" at the sight of his tight jeans caressing his perfect arse. He turns to see me looking at his posterior and grins knowingly.
"Fancy a little more Aussie in you tonight?" he asks cheekily, but bluntly too.
As the door opens he grabs me by the lapel and pulls me over the threshold, slapping his mouth tightly over mine forcing a deep kiss from his chapped lips. It happens so quickly, so unashamedly, our hands begin to undress each other before the door has even closed. I pull his shirt up over his head and marvel at his firm chest, fully aware that my multi-layered plumpness cannot be 'his cup of tea', yet he begins nuzzling my neck with his face and planting kisses on me that make me go weak at the knees.
He pushes me back against the wall and drops to his knees unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. My cock fights against the restraint of my boxers and keen for the eager touch of his hand.
The next few moments are a whirlwind. The sense of pleasure is electrifying. The naughtiness of the whole situation, as well as the excitement and anticipation of what is to come, renders me speechless and breathless. But I'm greedy, horny and don't want to seem ungrateful, so I push his head back, push him over to the chair that usually sits under the unadorned table on which the little tea, kettle, and cup collection sits, and I begin to remove his trousers expertly. His large, throbbing cock springs free from its own prison and I gasp a most delighted gasp. I hold the base of his member gently in my hands, like its a piece of precious china or priceless gold, and after what must have seemed an age, I begin to lick its tip. I slowly run my tongue down his length, shuddering as I feel it swell and pulse, nervous and anxious as well as excited by the prospect of where that is going to be going this evening. My mouth eagerly and greedily sucks on his cock, his whole length disappearing down my throat, his pre-cum tingling as I set him off.
I go at this for a good long while, happy with my own practiced skills, keen to make a good impression, and more than a little happy to be sucking on something so magnificent.
He finally pulls my face up and asks if I would let him fuck me. I must look so giddy as I nod impotently. We kiss once more, a long deep kiss where we can both taste each others' scent and seed, before he gently turns me over and places me face down over the edge of the king-size bed. He works a finger into me, softening me up and preparing me, gently sliding it in and out and even though I expect I'm about to be utterly delirious I can't help but want to keep sucking on his monstrous and gorgeous cock.
The tip of his mighty member slides into my desperate arse, the sense of being filled giving way quickly to the sheer delirium that overwhelms me. I buck my hips back, trying to force my body to ride him even though it is evident he is very much in charge of the movement. I try to look over my shoulder, to show him the appreciation on my face, and to attempt to absorb this moment as photographically as possible for future wank-bank withdrawls but as I do so he slides fully into me, then out and in again.
I spasm with the effort and cry out a most potent "YES" before resigning to what is going to be the banging of my life. Sure I've been fucked by guys before, and my wife has used a strap-on on me numerous times, but the circumstances surrounding this make it all the more sweeter.
Then I lift my self up on to my hands to arch my back against him, to feel him as deeply as possible, when I realise I am face to face with a total stranger, another man laying in the bed grinning the most broad grin I'm ever likely to see, caressing his hard cock.
"Don't mind Mike," says the Aussie man fucking me, "he's my partner......."
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