Taken in a Philly Hotel

By olbert lassiter

Published on Mar 8, 2013

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Since I discovered my homosexuality I have been a bit of a slut. I was finishing college at Temple University in Philadelphia, and I enjoyed hanging out at sleazy gay bars for older guys. When I would walk in I could hear their dicks get hard and knock on the bar. They loved my skinny ass, my long hair, my tattoos, my tight leather jacket. I had gone from wimpy biker to sex object, and maybe this is one of the reasons why I didn't mind playing with guys. I loved that they all wanted me, and I loved it when they would come over and flirt with me. I am a slut, and my favorite thing would be to let them buy drinks for me while they felt me up under the table.

I really, really liked getting felt up by strangers. I could see the lust in their eyes, their jaw go slack, some saliva in the corner of their mouth- and I could feel their hands on my jeans, and when I didn't resist, I felt them open my jeans to get to my cock. I never went home with any of these dudes, but I let them play and if they made me cum while touching my 8 inch dick, that was even better. I would finish my drink and blow the lucky guy a kiss, do up my pants, and walk out of the bar. It was a great game to play every night.

One afternoon I was feeling particularly horny. I knew the bars would be empty to so I got online to read some stories on NIFTY and look at some pictures on tumblr. I saw one guy with a hot site actually had a text post in his archive saying that he was looking for sex in Philly. I reblogged it. A few seconds later I got a ping in my ask box- "Are you in Philly too?" I always love tumblr mail (almost as much as I love fan letters from people who read these stories on NIFTY), so I sent a note back saying yes. A few minutes later I had one of the filthiest messages I had ever seen in my inbox. I couldn't deny my hardon, so I went back. To make along story short this guy wanted to meet for coffee in a starbucks located in a hotel lobby. Hmm. Didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.

I had a 3pm class, but it was my last semester anyway and what the fuck- this was a life lesson. I blew off class and agreed to meet this guy.

I showed up and didn't see anybody who looked like they had a particularly dirty mind. I ordered a coffee and grabbed a seat. This older dude in a business suit sat down next to me, and as he stirred his coffee said softly "I hear you like cock". I looked up- I was expecting somebody older, but somebody who looked sleazier too I guess. This guy was overweight, but otherwise very well dressed. He had a short dark beard that seemed to go all the way into his collar, and tight dark curly hair with just a touch of gray.

I sipped my coffee and made eye contact. "Who told you that?"

"This little bird" he said, and put his hand on my crotch. I was surprised- I was used to this in a dark gay bar, but this was a busy starbucks in a downtown hotel in the afternoon. But he seemed not to care, and he moved his fingers expertly and lightly over my jeans, even dipping down to cup my balls. "maybe this little bird is more of a big bird" he said as I hardened.

People seemed oblivious, but I was still a little nervous. "Would you like to see?" I asked him, gulping more coffee.

"Yeah, I would. Follow me." He stood up, his hardon spoiling the lines of his suit. I stood up too, well aware that my own boner was pushing at my jeans. The businessmen and barristas didn't seem to care, or even notice. I followed him into the hotel lobby and to the elevator bank. I wasn't quite sure if I was comfortable with this- it was one thing to let a stranger jack you off in a gay bar, but to go to a stranger's hotel room? We got in the elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor, 36. Another guy got in and pushed one for 23. The three of us stood there and I felt his hand move across my things and fondle my dick. "we don't want to lose big bird" he said, loud enough that everybody heard. The other guy didn't even look back, but he could see our blurry reflection in the polished metal elevator doors. He didn't seem to notice. When he got off on his floor I thought about him and the guys at starbucks- how

much blatant sex goes on around us all day that we just don't notice?

I cetainly noticed that as soon as the door closed this guy unzipped my fly and started rubbing my boner through the underwear. "I love your dick dude" he said simply.

When we arrived on his floor he pulled me out by my bulge and took me to his room. He unlocked the door and pushed me in, his hand tugging on the waistband of my jeans, causing them to slip down to my thighs. I heard the door click closed as he followed me in.

It was a beautiful hotel room, really a suite. "The bed is over there dude" he said, pushing me towards another door. I walked forward and opened to see a king sized bed, stacked with pillows, and two whole walls of floor to ceiling windows showing Philly. A corner bedroom on the top floor- this guy was very different from the guys I had let touch me in the sleazy bars.

Or maybe not. Because when I turned around I could see he had already taken off his jacket and tie, and undone his collar. His beard and chesthair were one dense pack of black fur. He unbucked his belt and opened up his pants. "Take of your clothes" he said, roughly.

"Oh, come on Mister, let me see what I'm getting " I said, as I walked to him and reached for his crotch. He pushed me back. "You'll see it soon enough- I told to you to get naked."

I guess our elevator moment was foreplay. I undid my leather jacket and went to his closet. "Just drop it all on the floor" he said impatiently. I did, and then took off my boots and then finished sliding off my jeans. I looked over and saw that he had taken off his shirt now, and his big belly was covered with the same dark hair that seemed to go from the top of his head all the way into the waist of his pants. He licked his lips as I stood up and started to take off my T-shirt. By the time I had it over my head and off he was down to his boxers, and I could see the outline of his dick. I wanted to touch it and so I tried again to walk over to him.

He pushed me back so hard I fell on my ass. "you don't get it do you dude? I have you here for me. You are mine. Take off your clothes and get on the bed."

I stood up and dropped my underwear into the ball of clothes I was leaving on his floor, and got on the bed and under the comforter. "No. Stay on top of the bed". I shivered a bit as I got out, the room was cold in March, and his bed looked so warm. He was now totally naked- a fat hairy black furball with a six inch angry red prick sticking out at me. He walked over to the bed. "suck it" there was no romance in his voice.

I had sucked off guys before since that first time in the XXX book store (story on NIFTY), but normally I was the one that other men were servicing. I didn't have a choice and opened my mouth. He shoved it in me. I was struck by the smell. The guy was clean, but between his weight and his hair he had a funk of sweat and cum about him. It was funny to think that under his tailored clothes- which were also lying on the floor- was this smell of sexual aggression. He didn't have a big dick, or even a particularly fat one, but he was horny as fuck, and pushed into me up to his balls. I was trying not to choke on the hair, and I started to play with my own cock. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Philadelphia in the late afternoon.

He opened the drawer next to the bed and fumbled with something. I felt his hand tug on my dick too. "You like sucking my cock. It makes you hard. You like sucking strangers cock. Yeah. You suck it better than my wife. She complains. You like sucking cock".

Suddenly I felt his hand leave my dick and go to my ass. His hand was cold and slick. And as he rubbed my asshole roughly I could feel that he was lubing my ass for fucking. I had been fucked a couple of times, but never by a stranger. I couldn't say anything as he had his cock in my mouth and his belly resting on my face. I heard a sound like a fart as he squirted more lube into his hands and then fingered my ass even more, this time slipping three fingers inside of me.

I slipped off his dick for a second "what are you doing mister?"

"We gotta make you all slick and open for cock you little whore." he twisted a fourth finger inside me asshole, and I felt his prick stiffen. "Lie back and spread them"

I slid on the bed, and opened my legs to him. He was standing next to the bed, his dick still wet from the blowjob I had given to him. His massive hairy body filled my vision, and the look of lust in his eyes was the same as the sleazy guys at the gaybar as they felt me up. "Jack yourself and beg for this" he said, grabbing his dick with his hands.

I was surprised how hard I was and I started jacking, my legs spread open. I could feel the lube on me, dripping on my ass and running down my asshole. It was cold and I was cold. "Oh come here man, come and keep me warm. Fill my ass with your dick, I need it." I expected him too jump on me, but he stood there, slowly jacking his cock. "Please mister, please fuck me. I need you inside of me. Fuck my ass mister." I moaned as I jacked. "oh mister I am your slut on this bed and I need you." I took my hand off my dick and with both hands stretched open my ass, rolling back a bit so that my asshole was elevated and pointed right at him. "Fuck me mister. Come in here mister. Fuck my ass mister" I kept my left hand on my ass and started jacking myself again with my right, moaning and sighing. I looked back at him, and saw him licking his lips. I think I saw him drooling into his beard too. Suddenly this mass of dark

hair moved, and totally blotted out the rays of sun that were coming in from the giant windows.

I felt the bed sink as he got on, and his face came close to mine. I could smell the coffee on his breath, see his beard, see the intensity in his eyes even as he looked at me without focus. "Fuck me mister, please I need you to fill my ass" I was getting into my role, surprising myself. I could feel my hand hit his hairy stomach as I tried to jack my dick some more, so I just moved both hands to my ass, stretching myself for him.

I felt his dickhead press against my balls, and then he shoved it down until it was at my asshole. No teasing, no gentle preliminaries- he just shoved with his hips and he was in me. I gasped, and was thankful for the lube and that he was only six inches. He rested for a few seconds, and then started to pound me. I put my hands around his wide body, and could feel the hair on his back. I could also feel him begin to sweat as he pounded me harder and harder. "Come on faggot, you don't have a dick in your mouth, keep talking" he said, almost angrily.

"Yes mister, fuck my ass" It was hard to speak because he was really pounding me and his weight was pushing down on my chest. I felt something wet come across my face, and realized he was licking me. Not trying to kiss me, just licking my face. "oh mister, what the fuck are you doing to me?" I said, gasping.

"You like it slut" and I felt his hands run through my long hair. "You have long hair like a girl you fucking slut"

I could feel my dick between us, trapped by his belly it was almost burning because of the friction from all of his body hair and his sweaty skin. But it was also getting me close to cumming. I could feel his hairy balls slapping my smooth ass, as he kept trying to push deeper into my hole. "Come on mister- deeper. I like that. Fill me up. Fill me with your dick" and he licked my face again. I shivered, but not because I was cold underneath this massive hairy man.

"You look like a girl you slut" he said again, and I could hear he was short of breath too. "I'm all man mister. Feel how hard you make my dick."

He lightened up a bit so he could get his hand down to touch my dick, wet with precum and his sweat. "Yeah, that's what you like"

He pushed in me again and I slid my hands down to his hairy ass. I was kneading his massive ass cheeks like dough and moaning for him, talking dirty as I felt his urgency build.

"Take it" he said angrily as I felt his dick begin to spurt inside of me. He pumped harder, his cum mixing with lube up my ass, as he churned and pumped.

"Give me your cum mister, shoot it in me. Oh please mister I need to be filled by you."

I felt him slow down as he shot the last of his seed inside of me, and then i felt his weight crush down on me. "Please get off of me mister, I have to jack off."

He rolled to one side, and shoved his hand wordlessly up my ass. I started jacking off. "Oh mister what did you do to my pretty little ass" I said as I felt his cum begin to leak out as he fingered my asshole. I was surprised how close I was to my own orgasm. He cupped my balls, and squeezed as I prepared to cum. "Oh mister you're making me cum" I said as I shot across my own chest. He didn't even turn his head to look at my orgasm, he just lay in the sheets fingering my balls and ass.

As my orgasm began to subside I felt the last drops of cum fall from my dick to my body. He let go of my balls, and then shoved me hard to one side. "Now get the fuck out"

I looked at him, and he pushed me again, almost off the bed. "Get your things and get out you fucking slut"

I had my cum drying on my chest, my ass was full of his cum that was now leaking out, and I was covered in his sweat. I gathered my clothes and started to put them on. "Do that in the hallway faggot" he said, cruelly.

As I closed the door on his hotel room I was glad there were no maids in the hall to watch me finish doing up my jeans and putting on my jacket. I felt used, wet, and satsified as I went to take the elevator down to the lobby.

Hope you enjoyed it- and I love hearing from people who get turned on by reading my stories. You can see what I like on longhairedguys.tumblr.com Thanks again to the fine folks at NIFTY, and consider making a donation.

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