I'm Glen, just turned 26 and a fully signed up member of the suit wearing office fraternity. As part of my job I often visit company branches, staying in anonymous hotels. I quite like them, they provide endless opportunities to indulge in my favourite past-time, as I did last week.
The hotel was a soulless establishment near Basingstoke, is there a duller town in England? While waiting for a potential fuck from my dating app to get back to me I got chatting in the bar to a sales rep. Luke was married, late-30s, stocky, but quite tall, with thinning curly brown hair, and he welcomed the chance to relieve the boredom with aimless conversation.
We chatted a bit, neutral topics like the weather and his love of rugby. As a sport it's never really interested me although the paradox of a bunch of ultra-masculine he-men groping each other homo-erotically in the scrum retains a certain fascination. Then we turned to the shortcomings of the hotel decor.
"Don't mind being away from home but these tatty hotels get to be a bit dispiriting after a while" I said.
"So you're not married then? Don't have a family?" he enquired.
"Not really my scene if you get my drift" I grinned.
"I think I do, travelling around must give you a few interesting opportunities to meet," he paused briefly, choosing his words carefully, "people."
"I do alright."
"I bet you do, a handsome man like you," he smirked, "Tell me one thing I'm curious about, all those men you see in lay-bys do they get to see any action?"
"I could tell you a few stories"
"Please do. Do any of those lorry drivers know what's going on? Do they get involved? "
I could feel his foot pressing against mine.
My cock stiffened, straining to escape from the tight turquoise briefs that held it captive.
"I have been known to pass the occasional evening in the cab of a lorry with my cock buried deep inside the driver"
"Please tell me more"
His hands slid deeper into his pocket and massaged his cock. I had a captive audience.
I began my story.
"Last autumn, it was night time. I pulled into lay-by, and scoped out the lay of the land. There were three lorries and two other cars. The occupants of the cars seemed rather shy and two of the lorry drivers were cocooned in their cabs blind to what might be going on outside. The third lorry flashed its lights. I walked alongside the lorry and could see the driver looking at me in his wing mirror. He liked what he saw and lent out of the window, inviting me to join him.
"He was 40ish tattooed, short brown hair, medium build. I noticed a picture of wife and kids stuck above the windscreen as I climbed up. He sat there in his off-white cotton underpants and vest - both well worn and sweat stained. I squeezed his groin; he pawed at me, eagerly removing my clothes and we kissed. He pulled down my tight fitting black lycra trunks and paused to admire my thick cock - for just a second - before his mouth surrounded my cock and his hot wet tongue explored my member.
"He licked my shaft, took my balls in his mouth and ran his tongue round my uncircumcised tip. I fucked his face, my thighs flexing in sync with his hungry mouth. Then he begged me to fuck him. It would have been most impolite to decline his offer, beside my rock hard cock had a mind of its own and knew that it wanted to be deep inside the trucker's ass.
"He climbed onto the bunk behind drivers seat, and I manoeuvred myself behind him. I could see he was ex-army from the tattoo on his shoulder, that made it even hotter for me. I pulled down his briefs, grasping his thick cock, kissing the back of his neck, and sliding my other hand under his vest to play with his tits.
"Fuck me sir. ... Please. ... I want your cock... pleeease ... deep inside me... now sir, he pleaded.
"I was more than willing to give him what he wanted. I reached over for my jacket and fished out, lube, rubbers and poppers."
"What are poppers?" Luke interrupted.
I explained to Luke and I felt his thigh pressing against mine.
I continued, pre-cum now seeping into my blue briefs.
"The lorry driver's an easy mount, my cock glides in smoothly. I put one hand on his shoulder and with the other pick up my undies and press them against the lorry driver's face. He savours the manly aroma. I work up a rhythm, long slow strokes giving way to fast and furious ones. The trucker strokes his cock, grunting increasingly wildly as my cock goes deeper inside him and he approaches climax."
I pause for dramatic effect. Luke is hypnotised by my revelations, hanging on every word.
"We both cum, me deep inside him and the trucker spreading his load over the cab's cheap upholstery. 'You're a horny bastard,' I complimented him. 'Yeah, and you know what to do with that lovely tool you've got too' he acknowledged in return. I used the truckers underpants to clean up the spunk splattered across the interior, and got dressed. I clambered down from the lorry clutching the cum soaked undies as a souvenir."
"Fuck," Luke gasped. The Salesman's fingers were now stroking my thigh.
"Would you like my spunk soaked undies as a memento too?" he whispered, grinning.
"I think we should continue this discussion upstairs in my room." I let my hand slide across his leg towards his crotch, to which I gave a little squeeze.
"Absolutely" he replied.
As we walked towards the bedrooms the barman gave us a wink. Trim fit and 50, a cum-drenched pair of his navy blue snug fitting armani briefs were already in the trophy box beneath my bed - a token from a previous visit to Basingstoke. (But that is another story.)
"Have you done much of this?" I asked.
"Not really, I had a drunken fumble with a rugby mate a couple of years ago, but we never talked about it. Just pretended it never happened. I keep thinking about it though"
"Let's see if I can give you something to think about."
Luke grabbed his cock and started to massage it through his trousers as we walked down the corridor towards my room. I put my hand on his ass.
For once the key card worked first time and we tumbled into my bedroom.
"Let me undress you".
Luke stood there as I slowly sensuously undressed him a button at a time, until he stood there in just his tight fitting grey Y-fronts, the force of his erection pulling the waistband away from his stomach. I guessed he was an occasional gym user, his solid muscular frame carrying a little surplus padding, but still very pleasant on the eye. His legs and chest were lightly covered in soft downy hair.
"Now undress me"
Luke trembled as he ran his hands over my body slowly disrobing me. Admiration for my athletic 5' 8" frame was evident; he showed particular curiosity about my turquoise briefs and the rigid cock and juicy balls that were hidden inside.
Luke knelt on the floor and stared reverently and longingly at my plump package. He pulled at my underwear until it gracefully slid down my muscular calves. One hand tentatively clasped my balls while the other slipped inside the waistband of his underpants and started furiously masturbating. His lips inched ever closer to the tip of my sturdy cock.
I decided it was time to take charge, time to play with him. I was afraid he would come all to quickly and I wanted him to remember our encounter as more than a five minute fumble. I confess that my motives weren't entirely altruistic - I wanted a nice long steamy session with this naive beginner.
I stepped away. "Hands off your cock", I ordered.
He looked slightly confused, but after a few seconds looked up at his new master and murmured "yes sir".
"Louder boy"
"YES SIR" he repeated, firmly this time.
His cock, still trapped inside his y-fronts flexed in anticipation.
He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes awaiting his orders, greedily longing for my cock and all the other pleasures I could offer him.
"Do you want to suck my cock boy?"
He nodded vigorously.
I felt his lips gently brushing the tip of my cock as his fingers gently rolled back my foreskin. His tongue followed darting around my cockhead in a circular motion. I gently applied pressure to the back of his neck guiding my solid tool deeper into his mouth.
He choked briefly, his inexperience catching him out, but didn't let it distract him from his efforts to please me. Not the greatest blowjob I'd ever had, but not bad for a beginner, Luke had potential.
Once again I caught his hand moving towards his own rock hard erection.
"Did I give you permission to play with yourself BOY?"
"No sir" he replied submissively.
"Now put your hands up and stand facing the mirror"
I directed him to stand in front of the mirror hands stretched high against the wall.
I knelt behind Luke. He shivered with excitement as he felt my tongue at the top of his crack. I slowly pulled his undies off, which allowed my tongue to probe deeper inside his ass crack. I got my first sight of his rigid rod in the mirror - longer than mine, but not as thick, and his balls, surrounded by a forest of curly brown hair, that complemented the furry covering on his thighs.
I probed deeper. He moaned "god! oh god! oh god that's good"
I grasped his balls and clenched them in my hand. As I squeezed them his cock reared up to signal the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing.
My tongue flicked across his tight hole pushing against the delicate rosebud.
"Oh god Glen you're fucking wonderful" he whispered.
I knelt behind Luke, my tongue covering every square inch of my playmates succulent rump, but paying extra special attention to his hole. I knew I had him under my spell.
"Now stay there I ordered" and popped into the bathroom to pick up some 'essential supplies'.
When I returned he was stroking his cock. "Did I give you permission to do that?" I barked.
"No sir?" he timidly responded as I gave him a couple of light slaps across his buttocks. I offered him some poppers, and after a quick demonstration he inhaled deeply, each nostril in turn.
I lubed up my finger and pressed.
His hole was tight, but the poppers helped. The first finger slid in. Luke shuddered; "relax" I whispered as I slowly began to push my finger deeper. Once he seemed comfortable I deployed a second finger. For several minutes my left hand roamed all over Luke's body while the fingers of my right hand readied him for his first fuck. Our mouths locked together, our tongues chasing each other round in a passionate duel as Luke surrendered to a combination of lust, passion, excitement and poppers.
Finally I felt my novice was ready to receive his first cock. Under my instruction he knelt on the bed while I rubbered up and approached him from behind. I stood there with my cock resting on Luke's well lubed hole as he squirmed in anticipation.
I tentatively pressed the head against Luke's hole, forcing the lips of his virgin rosebud to part allowing me entry to his passage of pleasure. Inch by inch my fat cock penetrated deeper. Luke moaned "give me more Glen" and I slowly and tentatively complied with his request, as he held the brown bottle of amyl to his nose and breathed in deeply. I stretched to pick up Luke's grey y-fronts and wrapped them round his steely shaft already slippery with pre-cum. I wanted those underpants as a souvenir, and I wanted them imprinted with the very essence of Luke.
My thighs began to flex. The pistons pumped Luke's plump ass. I possessed him. With a loud cry Luke bucked and shuddered, pumping a heavy load of creamy cum into the underpants that sheathed his cock. I continued to fuck Luke with slow rhythmic thrusts as I raised his underpants to my face and sniffed my new souvenir.
I upped the pace until I was ready to explode. I pulled back, rolled Luke over, de-rubbered and let my load spray across my sub-boy's face and chest. Rarely have I felt such an intense orgasm or produced such an ample load. Rich seams of spunk decorated my enthusiastic student.
We flopped back onto the bed and lay there for the next hour. I told him more stories of my past exploits, pausing for the occasional kiss while Luke gently stroked our cocks, astonished by the new world that had been opened up for him.
I hope you enjoyed Glen's tale, hope it made you hard. What other exploits should Luke tell Glen about? Let me know: xxxadamw@yahoo.co.uk