A gay story: A Match Made in Heaven. The long, narrow hallway of the hotel feels strangely claustrophobic with its low ceiling and the desaturated colours of the walls. The dim lights don’t do anything to help. If I had come here to spent the holidays, I would have been quite disappointed. Fortunately, I’m not here to sightsee.
A Match Made in Heaven
After a quick look around, I squeeze myself under the arm of the man walking by my side, leaning shamelessly against his tall body and coiling my arm around his waist. His hand has been on my ass since we got into the lift. I stopped trying to understand how such an insignificant gesture can drives me so mad with lust a long time ago. I just enjoy it.
In front of the door, we finally face each other. Our eyes don’t even have the time to meet than our bodies are already pressed against each other. My dick is already hard, I can’t tell if his is yet. I give him a small peck on the lips, almost hesitant. He responds by a real, passionate kiss: his tongue invades my mouth, his lips are battling mine… I close my eyes and moan slightly to show him my appreciation and my willingness.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to crawl back home tomorrow morning.” He whispers, our foreheads pressed against each other.
His hands start fondling my ass. I guess I wasn’t the only one feeling impatient.
“Not here…” I try to object as he starts kissing my neck.
My lack of conviction must have been obvious because he acts like he didn’t hear me. Pushing me against the wall, he starts groping my ass rougher. His kiss turns into a bite. My body itself disregards my words and my right leg coils itself around his waist, pulling his body back against mine.
“That’s it, let your inner whore out…” He smiles as his other hand starts stroking my crotch. “Look how hard you are, I can already tell your boxers are wet with pre-cum…”
I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss again, deeply. He grabs my waist and I instinctively jump on him, wrapping both my legs around his waist. Holding my ass with one of his big hand, he opens the door with the other and we finally walk into the room. His ability to support my weight is a testament to his strength. Afraid to tire him up for nothing, I slide off him as soon as we’re in.
I run to the wide windows to admire the nighttime view of the city. The river flows right under the hotel. Now the price of the room makes a bit more sense. He takes advantage of my distraction to sneak behind me and starts fondling my chest through my clothes.
Letting my coat slides down on the floor, I turn around to kiss him again. His lips are so soft and his tongue so sweet, it feels like kissing a woman. I can’t get enough. He answers to my kiss but doesn’t seem as willing as I am to drag out that part of the evening.
His hands undo my pants with an expert speed. They slide down my legs to my ankles. I moan with surprise when he gives my cock a good squeeze through my underwear. I push my hips forward, hoping for more but instead, he makes me bent over. I lean on the bed, arching my back as much as I can to make my ass as round and plump as possible. I shiver as his hands run along the back of my legs, spreading them wider.
“You’ve been working out? Your ass looks bigger.”
“I’ve done exactly what you showed me, three times a week.”
He slides his hands underneath my underwear to grab my ass and start playing with it again. I was wrong earlier. Now, he’s being rough. I don’t dislike it, on the contrary. I voice my pleasure. Call me crazy if you want but you can tell when someone is moaning while smiling. It just sounds different.
“That makes me want to smash it ever more…”
He grabs my boxers and pull them up tightly between my buttocks in some erotic wedgie. I whine a bit as my junk is being squeezed but don’t complain. Using my underwear as a leash, he makes me crawl onto the bed and lie down on it. Letting go of the garment, he grabs my now completely revealed butt-cheeks and give them a good squeeze.
“Yeah, definitely bigger…”
He flips me on my back and crawl over me like a tiger on the prowl. Our eyes meet and we gaze at each other in silence for awhile. My own lust is reflected back at me but within it, I can also see power and security. If I had a womb, I’d beg him to breed me right here, right now…
I lean forward for a kiss but he pulls his head back at the last second with a smirk. I smile back at him and lean forward again but he denies me a second time.
“Fine, don’t kiss me then!” I say, pouting. “I don’t like kissing men anyway, their lips are gross and…”
He kisses me before I can finish. I wrap my tongue around his with a moan of delight.
“So my lips are gross, uh?”
“Other men’s are gross. Yours are silkier than a woman’s…” I purr, stretching my arms above my shoulders.
“You always compliment me by comparing me to a woman.” He points out, rolling up my shirt to reveal my belly. “I’m starting to think the only reason you’re with me is because women can’t grow dicks.”
He starts kissing and licking my stomach, making it really hard for me to answer.
“Don’t be silly…” I stammer in between a moan and a giggle. “I don’t like you because you have a dick. I like you because you have a nice, big dick and you know how to use it. A woman couldn’t ride me the way you do, only men can turn into such savage beasts… And even if they could, I still have two holes: you could just share me.”
He flips me on the side and starts licking my cheek.
“And what if I don’t want to share you?”
“You’re so selfish” I purr with a big smile, feeling a warm feeling of pride invading my chest. “Didn’t your mother teach you to share your toys?”
“I’ve always been better at giving orders rather than following them.”
He stands on his knees, looming over me.
“Maybe I’ll ask my wife is she’s game to join us one night?” He ponders, rolling off the bed. “It’s been a while since I’ve had two mouths fight over my dick… What do you think? Do you like the idea of lapping my cum directly from my wife’s vagina?
“Not your wife…” I say stretching lazily on the bed. “She’s too pretty, I’d be too intimidated to do anything!”
I start stroking my dick through my underwear, watching him undress. I both hate and love to see his body. It’s like we don’t belong to the same species. Tall, broad shoulders, small head with well defined features, long limps, not one hair to hide his chiselled muscles: he’s the perfect male specimen. I can’t decide whether I’d prefer to have his body or to be under it. Both would be nice.
“Are you saying I’m not pretty enough to intimidate you?”
He kept his own boxers on. I can tell he’s hard by the size of his bulge however. My mouth starts watering.
“You do intimidate me… but with you, it’s different. It makes submitting to you even more exciting.”
With a smile, he crawls back over me. His shoulders look so round and muscular at this angle, I just want to bite them…
“Show me your tits.” He commands, straddling me.
I obediently pull up my shirt, feeling slightly ashamed to reveal my man boobs. Clearly not sharing my aversion for them, he starts playing with them at once. Again, he’s being very rough. I wonder if he squeezes his wife’s nipples as hard as mine. Biting my lower lip to mufle the occasional wince of pain, I extend my arm and reach for his crotch. I start stroking it softly, enjoying how plump and meaty it feels even under the fabric.