It was about half ten and I half raise my glass, that was about half full, and said how this had been nice, but being a week day I should probably turn in. He just looked at me and smiled, telling me that I would be fine for one more, surely, it was still early after all.

Pointing out that this was not my hotel, I still had a fifteen minute walk. He said I should not leave him hanging, that he would pay for a cab for me if I wanted.

“You think I am that cheap,” I said trying to give him some attitude, but he batted it away.
“No,” he replied quietly, “I just know you aren’t ready to go yet, not yet anyway.”

He reached forward and put his hand on my side, “What are you doing,” I said sharply, nervously looking around, but we were in a quiet corner of the bar and it occurred to me now that this is why he chose it. “Same thing as you,” his calmness was very disarming I found, “Just looking for some fun.”

I found I relaxed again and now he ket his hands on my, feeling my side, my arm, and then my chest, openly grabbing my nipple and I gasped. He let out a soft moan.
“I should go,” I said, but with no conviction at all. He smiled.
“Yeah, to my room.” I looked at him thinking he was joking, but he just locked eyes with me till he could not wait anymore, “Come to my room.”
“Why,” I managed in a croaky dry whisper. He stayed quiet, but smiled again and I realised I liked that grin. “I want to hear it,” I said, “Why?”

In response he took my hand and lead it to his lap, in his trousers a fat outline felt hot under my hand. I know my eyes widened as I felt him, tracing my grip around his cock and squeezing him. His smile broke to a light laugh now, “Think you can handle it?”

“Handle it how,” I figured I was on the brink annoying him, but I cannot deny it, I was nervous.

He reached inside his jacket and produced the white card of this room, “411,” he said, “You got here now, I will pay the tab and be right there.” I looked at him, then the keycard.

I stood, adjust my crotch, I was almost ashamed at how hard I was and took the key and walked past him.

It was not a room it turned out, but a suite. I did not know there were any rooms this size in town. I was intrigued, but also nervous, not really sure I should be here. About five minutes passed and I figured I was being pranked when the phone rang. Awkwardly I picked it up, it as him.
“I am so hard thinking about you,” he said softly and I found my heart picked up pace a bit. “I have to make a call, shower, get a drink, I will be there soon.”

I wanted to respond, to remind him I wanted an early night, but rang off before I could say anything. In the luxurious bathroom I laid my clothes on the bench seat that was there and showered, savouring making myself clean, playing a little in anticipation. The heaviest white dressing gown I knew wrapped around me and I meandered back through, getting a tumbler and pouring a rum from the sideboard.

There was a balcony and I stepped onto it enjoy the cool. I heard the clicking of the door, his voice, calm as ever, saying he will be there in a moment.

He called me a few minutes later and I was surprised at how quickly I reacted, moving back inside. He wore the same dressing gown, sitting slightly open his bigger frame. He walked straight to me and I was expecting him to kiss me the way he approached, but at the last moment he shifted, his hand expertly sliding onto my chest and finding a nipple, pinching it hard. My legs wobbled and I gasped loudly. He moved behind me, opening the gown as he went and then easily pulled it off my shoulders. I did not feel nervous which surprised me, his arms around me, his hands pinching and pulling on a nipple each. He turned us slight and I looked at my pale slender body in the mirror, his big arms around me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, I watched his hand trace down my hard-on, playing around it.

He moved back from me and I turned to face him, he had slipped back to the bed, his own dressing gown down now, he stood naked. My eyes flashed down instantly and these his cock was, half hanging half standing, thick, really thick and easily 8 inches. That smile again.

“Well?” he asked, “Think you can handle it?”
Honestly I thought no, but that was not on my mind, I knew what was, I just wanted to find out. I smiled at him, but it came out as a little giggle, I felt really silly and my face flushed red hot.

I got down onto my knees and leant forward.

It throbbed and boobed as I approached I liked that he was clearly excited too. I wasted no time, opened my mouth and as I got closer, I opened it wider and wider. It was so big that even so when it made contact and pushed onto him I felt my lips tight at the corners. He was hard and his thick bulbous tip filled my mouth instantly. It was so exciting, but I was gutted that I knew I would not get much more of it in. I as surprise then to find that as I made that realisation, that I was not getting much in, that I seemed to relax into and felt more push in until I felt it at the back my mouth, it was me pushing onto him and him pushing into me too, it was very sexy. I gagged a couple of times, which threw off what little rhythm I managed to build up, but once we both registered the limit I found that I was comfortably letting him slow fuck about half in and out.

I loved how he moaned in response, his hand in my hair and then after a while he pushed me gently away, dropping to lay back on the bed.

I followed him, but took his cues, he wanted it to go slower and I did not mind that. He gestured me closer and he let me wank and his hands went to work on me again. They were everywhere except my cock, which I loved, I wanked at my pace, building my excitement. He could not leave my nipples alone and clearly enjoyed how I reacted and giggled rather than cried out in pain or surprise. He stayed hard during this and after some tentative touching he would let me stroke his cock and even lean down to his and suck that gorgeous head into my mouth.

This time when I did that he got a hand under my leg and I was on all fours them kind at his side, adjacent to him. For the first time he pulled on my erection and I wiggled, I took this advancement to resume sucking him fully, it seemed he was content with the pace when he had a distraction. Virtually beneath me as he was, I saw him moving, but did not pay attention. He moved his hand near my face an dI saw he was holding a tube. Not taking my mouth off him I moaned my approval. The lid clicked sharply open and I felt cool being rubbed into cock, my balls and then his finger, tracing between my bum cheeks and the pushing neatly into me.

My mind was racing now and my heart thumped in my chest. He had got me pretty wet with the stuff when I did flinch as a second finger entered me. This time I did pull off his cock, “Fuuuccck.” I moaned.

“Oh Harry,” he said to me. He got up from the bed and moved round so he was behind me. He smacked my rear, played with my cock which had gone soft, but still felt great to his touch. His fingers pushed into me again, wetter I noticed and I could not help it, I pushed back. I felt so wanton, but I did not care. With his other hand he held my steady and as he fingered me I felt him introduce the next digit. It was tight, but I accepted him easily and he said, “Oh bravo,” smacking me hard on the bum again as I laughed.

He knelt o the bed and said to my ear, “Tell me to stop if you want to.” He was genuine, but I noticed the lack of a question or feeling in, but I was reassured that he had said so.

I was breathing hard, “I won’t.” I said and heard his sharp intake of breath at my reply.

He stood again, behind and pulled on my legs so that rather than being on all fours, I was over the side of the bed now, my tummy flat on the coverlet. He pushed his fingers into me, wetter still I was thankful to notice. Movement in the corner of the eye drew my attention, I watched him in the mirror, pulling on his cock, it shined with lube, then it was time. I looked ahead and did my best to relax at the same as every instinct in my body made me brace.

It pushed twice into my bum crease in general, but he found the target. He nudged a couple time more before his slippery finger groped my bum cheeks, holding them open. I cried out, more in anticipation as the first full contact nudge touched my hole, but then for real as his pushes, gentle as they were met resistance and his slippery hands moved to my waist and he was pushing with his hips, pulling with his hands and then I wailed.

We both froze momentarily, my chest heaving, my face red hot. My head hung as I tried to get my breath, trying to process how I felt, pain for sure, but also yearning. My thoughts were interrupted with the cool spread of more lube, I sent me hand down and past my own little soft cock and felt his shaft, felt around it, my god, so much of it and it was in me. He pulled back and his helmet caught on my tight hole, his signal to slide it back in. I moaned loud and hard. The feelings of invasion had gone and now sliding slow soothed me, massaged me, beautifully from the inside. Again I felt silly at the thought, but again distracted by noise which once my brain caught up with I realised was me. I was moaning and groaning, grunting as me screwed me.
I heard him say something and asked him what. He laughed, “I said, you fucking slut!”

Maybe I should have laughed, maybe I should have take offence, but neither took hold. Instead I felt pride and loved how he fucked me.

When he lost his footing slightly he slipped from me and it was like going through some kind of shock, I needed it, I could not believe how much. He looked at me, smiling, he knew I wanted it too and to prove either he moved across to the two seater couch, sitting down facing me.
I got up, my legs shaking and composed myself to follow up. Cool lube now warmed up and rubbed between my legs. I straddled him and put my rear above him, easy as he was so solid. I settle on to him with ease, but it was difficult to ride him even slowly. I did love seeing how he looked, I figured if his cock felt half as good as I did, he must be in real heaven too!

He put his arms around me again, this time rotating our bodies. Now I was on the edge of the couch, him kneeling. He lifted my legs and slid back in - I knew that was it, his finish.

He was all in and out with ease, slow steady pace to start with then he was grabbing my legs and quickening the thrusts of his hips. He came quickly, and noisily. I felt his come pulse into me, tweaking my tight grip on his shaft with each surge and cried out slowly, “Fuuuuck yes.”

He still felt rigid as he slid from me, a naughty dolloping noise as he withdrew. I was catching my breath, him even more so as he headed to the bathroom.

I lounged there on the couch, listening to the shower running. When he emerged from it, no small talk, no banter he very cordially and simply offered me the shower too. Sensing my impending dismissal I smiled, very content and showered, dressing and coming back out to say good bye.

It was all fine, but there was a coldness as he said there was a car waiting for me downstairs. I left feeling cheap and used - which was incredible!