Gay Sex While On The Road With Dad 2

I have him hook line and sinker now. But he is still not in the boat. Me, being a big city boy, don't have a lot to talk about. I was racking my brain trying to figure a way to get him into my room. Then it hit me.

"I have a little smoke up in my room. Would you care to join me?" I nervously asked wondering if he was a cop.

"Yea I'd like that." he said with his thick southern drawl.

"I'm in room 303. Give me a couple of minutes and come on up"

Now that it appears everything is going my way, my stomach is really getting tight. We have to get into my room without being seen by dad and company who are across the hall. I did notice he did not get a key to my room but that didn't mean he couldn't obtain one. At least the coast is clear.

I hear a light tapping at the door. My heart is racing 100 Miles an hour and I am scared stiff with excitement and fear. I may have given my share of blowjobs but this is my first time to have full access to a man. Yet I am still not certain he wants anything more than a toke on a joint.

I open the door, "Come in." I said in a rather formal manner." I'm just rolling it now. Have a seat make yourself comfortable."

I sat on the bed next to the nightstand and began cleaning the pot. He sat next to me on the bed close but not touching. My hands were trembling. I spilt all the pot onto the nightstand for my first attempt to roll it. I could almost feel his breath on me yet we didn't speak. I felt this was normal since I never exchanged name with a sex partner before.

"Crap!" I said as the paper tore on my next attempt.

"Relax. Would you like me to roll it?"

"No, I'll get it. I'm just a little nervous."

I'm hoping once I smoke a little I will get enough nerve to make some kind of move.

Finally I have it rolled. I gave up and used two papers. One to hold the stuff together and another to plug the tear I made. Not professional for a veteran pot smoker but it will work.

I lit the joint, took a deep inhale and passed it to him praying I would not start a coughing jag.

He leaned over close to me. I thought he was stretching to reach the ashtray on the nightstand. He turned his head towards me. I could smell him. Just an odor that was he. Still a clean scent mixed with tobacco. Then he placed his lips onto mine. I had never kissed a man on the lips before.

I felt more than his lips. There was a little prickly feeling from his 5 o'clock shadow. I just maintained my position. Still I was uncertain how to respond.

My body new how to respond, the pressure in my pants was becoming unbearable. I was too scared to look at his groin but I was sure he was responding too. I was beginning to feel some relief that he made the first move when I let my lips part just a bit and I felt his tongue making some inquiries. Looking for permission to enter and explore.

Our mouths became one. I twisted my face to feel more of the scratching from his beard. This was a new experience. I had never thought or fantasized of the roughness of two men's faces closely pressed together. I was dizzy with excitement.

Our excitement soon turned to hunger. With our lips still pressed together he began to unbutton my shirt. He was not doing this in a slow seductive manner. He was a starved man opening a package of food that he intended to devour. I quickly returned the favor and had him out of his shirt before he competed mine.

We slid down the bed. He on his back, me on top with my legs spread supporting me, his slender body in between. Our lips parted and I tasted his beard trying to scrape the skin off my lips. I dragged them down under his chin and neck. I needed to taste all of him. This may be the only man I can have this way and I wasn't going to miss any opportunity. He was thin. His chest was not huge but larger than his waste. He was not muscular but in shape. He was about twenty-five. The same age as me. Not too much hair. Unlike his face, his hair was soft.

I licked my way towards his right nipple. Unsure what to do next I flicked my tongue across the bud. He moaned and pushed his chest into my face. I could not believe this was happening. Never before had I the time to explore another man. I didn't know his name. I wanted to be with him forever.

My hand slipped between our bodies searching for his belt buckle. I released his and mine at the same time. Now he was helping.

He undid his pants and slid them down and onto the floor. I was one huge excited nerve. I had never seen a man's cock and balls from this vantage point. It was warm it the room. His balls were hanging loose in their sack. They were resting on the bed, legs spread and his cock pointing to his face nearly reaching his belly button. The flesh of his uncut cock swollen to a throbbing warm firm piece of meat waiting for some attention

I wanted this to last forever. Taking my sweet time I undressed myself and slipped back between his legs. I licked his left testicle and tried to slip it into my mouth.

"Oh yea." He moaned." Don't stop" I tried to suck in his other nut but it was too large. I stroked his cock, feeling its heat and velvet-like skin. He smelled of fresh soap and tasted of salt.

I started to stroke my cock slowly at the same rhythm as his. I put his uncut cock into my moth running my tongue under the ridge of its head. I followed the ridge to the back of the head and flicked my tongue up to the piss slit.

I pushed my face all the way onto his hard pole. My nose was in his pubes. I had tears in my eyes trying not to gag. I couldn't believe my good fortune.

Knock, knock I heard from the door. I froze in my tracks. His cock was still deep into my throat.

"Mike, Are you there?" I heard the familiar voice of my father.

Still frozen with fear I felt the cock throbbing deep in my throat. We both held our breath and waited to see what would happen. He struggled to get up but I held my place. Hoping I would NOT hear the sound of keys.

"We're going down to get something to eat. Maybe we will catch up to you latter?" I heard coming from the door. He seemed amused.

I slowly slid my mouth up to the end of his cock and plunged down again. He and I were so close to climax. I wanted it to last but I could not control myself. His cock was so hard. His balls picked up off the bed. I pulled my mouth off and continued stroking both of us.

I looked up and all I could see was the mountain of a pulsing cock head with the blurred face in ecstasy in the background. He started to shoot first. The first strand went high in the air and landed on his left nipple. The next two or three just dribbled over the top of the head.

I was struggling to keep coordinated enough to stroke both of us. Once I saw him shoot I lost all control and lubricated my cock with the semen flowing out of my dick.

I lay there looking at his cock. Doing everything I could to burn the memory into my brain. To remember his scent, his balls, the wonderful taste of his cock. I will never forget the feel of his face against mine.

Its over now. What if my dad comes back? What if he sees him leave the room? The standard gay guilt starts to eat at you. Once someone in the closet reached climax the weight of what you have done lands on you shoulders.

"Do you want to do it again?" he asked cheerfully

"No!" I replied in complete confusion.

Why would he ask that kind of question? We are done and he has to go.

Disappointed he dresses and goes to the door. We never exchanged names or numbers. It just couldn't be done. I was in love for an afternoon, but not enough to swallow. Not enough to fuck or be fucked. That I would save for someone else.

Click, was all I heard as the door closed. My first lover was already gone. I ran to the door. Still naked I opened it and looked out calling for him to wait. My cock was already hard again. He was gone though. I would never see him again. He seldom leaves my thoughts, some thirty years latter. I crawled back into the bed and continued to beat off one more time.

The next day we visited my Aunt for about 10 minutes and started back to home.

"By the way Mike I know you had someone in your room last night?" dad said

"Yeah?"

"Hey Mike. It's OK. I'm glad you found someone. I'm proud of you. I hope she showed you a good time."

"Yeah, dad, thanks. She did."

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written by mnatif