Hot Night in a Cheap Motel

It was a hot summer night when I let myself get picked up in a raunchy
roadhouse by this studly hairy-chested muscle dude with a two-day stubble.
He said his name was Harry, I thought that was a good enough pun. We sat in
a booth and talked and drank and we both got pretty drunk, enough that he
let me feel him up under the table. I would have sucked him right then and
there, but he said, “Let’s get out of here. I know a place we can go.”

Out in the parking lot we staggered to his beat-up pick-up truck. I opened
the passenger door and as I slid in over the torn leatherette seat cover I
was assailed by the odor of old dust, grease, and stale sweat inside. As he
turned over the ignition, the engine coughed and the hood rattled and
shook. Harry, swearing profusely, put the transmission in gear. The tires
started to spin in the gravel then caught hold and the truck shot forward.
Somehow he managed to weave down the two-lane highway. After a few minutes
on this deserted road we arrived at an isolated motel. It was the cheap
old-fashioned kind with a blinking, half-burnt out neon sign announcing the
Bide-a-Wee Motel, a semi-circle of detached cottages. Dinky and run-down,
they lacked air-conditioning and pretty much everything else that would
provide normal comfort. To rent one Harry had to wake the night clerk, who
smirked and muttered snide remarks as he reached up to fetch our key.

Our stifling room reeked of mildew and we threw open the window, but for
not much benefit, It was a still night, with no breeze, loud with the
serenades of tree frogs. The only thing I remember as we stripped naked was
that he ripped off the new black lace panties — bought that very afternoon
at Vicky’s Secret — that I was wearing under my jeans. Then we collapsed
in a boozy haze onto the sagging, lumpy bed. Harry was soon lying close on
top of me, his right hand under my butt, feeling for my pucker. At the same
time he nuzzled my neck with his bristly stubble and then flicked his
tongue on my lips, before thrusting it deep inside my mouth. I ran my hands
over his back, moaning appreciatively and then lifting my legs, our
hardening cocks rubbing together. He grabbed my legs and lifted them over
his shoulders, aiming his thick cock head at my rosebud. Then he spat in a
hand and lubed his cock, pressing hard. As his thick knob entered my tender
ass chute the pain was awful, but I wanted him so much it was worth it,
just to have him on me and in me.

He took my legs off his shoulders and I wrapped them around his butt and my
arms around his back, so that he was lying close on top of me. The intense
heat between our joined bodies made the sweat from his hairy chest trickle
all over me. He grunted and groaned and I moaned, both of us crazy with
unleashed desire. The bedsprings creaked with each rhythmic thrust,
undoubtedly audible in the office three cottages away. I swiveled my hips
to let him know how much I appreciated his big thick cock. By now the male
aroma of his pits and crotch filled the air, as he satisfied his lust
slowly, slowly — it seemed for hours. Finally, with a great rush of
thrashing and thrusting and groaning he came and I could feel a warm glow
spreading inside me. After a few more thrusts there was a big sticky spot
on the sheet. I was in heaven and then — glory be! — I also came and
squirted my juice between us. He lay on top of me for some time, our sweat
co-mingling, and then he rolled off and fell asleep almost at once. I lay
awake, for maybe a half hour, listening to the tree frogs outside and
Harry’s snoring inside. And then I, too, slept.

I woke only at full daylight, with Harry sprawled all over the bed, leaving
little room for me. I had a terrible hangover and a rotten taste in my
mouth. I looked at this guy, then at our clothes scattered all over
everywhere, and I could scarcely believe where I was or what I had just
done. I shuddered to think what my country-club lawyer parents would say if
they knew their 21-year-old son was in a place like this with a trashy man
like this, and had just done what I did with him. But I also reflected that
I know stuff about the real world that they haven’t a clue about