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Corey - Red Roof Inn - Part II: The morning after
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**All Characters are 18+**
When Travis came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react. I had his cum deep in my ass, and I didn’t even know his last name.
“Shower’s free,” Travis said, pulling a tube of lotion from his backpack and applying it to his face.
I sat up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and immediately stepped on one of the two busted condoms on the floor. The cold, squishy feeling made me feel even more guilty about letting Travis cum inside me.
I did my best to clean out again, this time I was focused on getting his cum out. In my head, if I cleaned out enough, that somehow negated or at least lessened my chances of catching something from him.
After a hot shower, I returned to the main room, and Travis was already asleep. I didn’t want to sneak out. The sex was great, except for the broken condoms, so a part of me hoped we could be friends and do this more often. So I quietly climbed into bed naked. I didn’t bring a change of clothes, and while I was in the shower, he cleaned up the room a bit, including folding my clothes and putting them on the dresser, so I figured we already had sex, it wouldn’t hurt to be in bed naked.
I fell asleep as close to the edge of the bed as possible to avoid disturbing him.
Some time later, I jolted awake to Travis kissing my neck, his hard dick tapping between my ass cheeks on my hole. “Mmm, what are you doing?” I asked when I realized who it was and where I was.
“It’s almost time to check out, and I want to fuck you again,” he mumbled quietly in my ear, rocking his hips and sliding his dick over my pucker.
I already had morning wood and rolled onto my stomach, away from his humping hips. I crossed my arms under my head and turned my face to his. My hard cock tingled against the warm sheets under me. I smiled, “You didn’t get enough last night?”
He kissed my lips, swinging his leg over mine, then bent his knee and slid his thigh up over my ass, almost like I was getting a massage. It felt excellent until I felt his hard dick pressed against my hip. “I told you I wanted to fuck you twice,” he grinned.
He had said that last night when the first condom broke and he offered up the second as a sacrifice, which is when the details of last night came flooding back, including the details of him flooding my ass because we didn’t have any more condoms. “Mmm, yeah, you did say that, but…”
He kissed me again, “Mmm, no but, the only butt I want is yours,” he ran his left hand down my back and squeezed my left ass cheek.
I groaned, “I don’t know, we really shouldn’t have done that without a condom,” I told him. His hand drifted a little further in, and his fingers grazed my hole, the tip of his index finger circling it and pushing gently on the pucker. “Mmmm,” I moaned as I squeezed my ass cheeks together in an attempt to ward him off, which just dug my dick into the mattress and compounded the pleasure.
Sensing my hesitation, he brought up our deal. “You did say if I paid for the room, you would let me fuck you.”
He added more pressure to my dry hole, and the tip of his finger popped into my sore ring, making me hiss. “Ahhh, we did fuck,” I groaned and chuckled at the same time, a bit of guilt settling in.
He pulled his finger from my hole and quickly slid on top of me, his dick was planted between my flexing ass, radiating heat onto my hole. “We didn’t agree to one orgasm, we agreed you’d let me fuck you, which is what I want to do right now,” he drooled some saliva onto my hole and then rocked his hips so his cock smeared it and turned my crack into a slick luge, perfect for him to slide his cock back and forth like a bobsled.
My heart started pounding; his logic was hard to work around this early in the morning, with my sleep fog still coating my brain and quickly being replaced with a horny fog. “Mmm…we agreed on condoms though,” I managed to Marcia Clark him.
He chuckled, lying flat on my back, and sucked on my neck as he humped his sausage across my hole again. “You threw that rule out last night, remember,” he humped me again, even harder this time, “remember when you let me cum inside you?”
I groaned and then whispered, “Mmm, yeah,” even though that’s not how I remember it happening.
He licked his palm and reached down to his dick, centering the head on my hole, “Don’t you want to feel it again?” He added some pressure.
“Ahhh, shit, we shouldn’t,” I said, clenching my ass, denying him entry.
He sat up, running his hands up and down my back, relaxing my muscles, “You know,” he added, more spit to my hole, tapping his cock on it, which made me hum with pleasure. “When a condom breaks, you can’t unbreak it, so a second raw fuck is no less safe than the first,” he angled his cock and rocked his hips so the tip slid over my hole with pressure that pushed his helmet into the divot just enough to get a moan out of me and shoot pleasure into my ass. “So you don’t have to worry about catching anything from me. I don’t have anything, but even if I did, you would’ve caught it last night, you can’t catch something twice,” he insisted, his next rock of the hips his tip pressed into my hole.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I groaned. The pain and pleasure were hitting different parts of my brain, and my defenses were dropping quickly.
He seemed to know as he kissed my neck some more and rocked his hips a millimeter at a time to get more of his cock into my spit-lubed hole. He didn’t say anything more, just wrapped his arms around me and nudged his cock deeper into my hole as I squirmed and groaned under him. His sucking on my neck helped distract from the stretching of my hole, but it eventually became too many inches.
“Ahh, fuck, can you add some lube?” I pleaded.
He licked my ear, “You want me to add lube?” He rocked his hips.
“Ungh, yeah,” I groaned.
“Then you’ll let me fuck you?” He rocked his hips again.
“Ahhh, yeah, shit,” I hissed.
He pushed himself up, not pulling the half of his eight inches out of my ass as he reached for the bottle on the nightstand where he left it last night. Then he adjusted himself upright, his knees saddled up next to my waist and ribs as he quickly popped the cap and squirted some lube as he slowly pulled those four inches out and put the tip of the bottle right against my hole and squirted some more lube. I heard the cap snap closed. The head of his cock was right back at my entrance, pushing it open. With the lube, it was met with little resistance; my pucker welcomed the first two inches. The next two took a little more effort to relax around.
He leaned back over me, holding himself up on his arms, and gently started snaking his body to get more of his cock into my chute.
“Ahhh, go slow,” I groaned.
He went slower, but the pressure from his hips was increasing, and I felt his pubes on my ass in no time. He groaned when he bottomed out, holding his cock there, his hips against my butt. I felt him throb inside me as I tried to relax my hole around him.
Even with the lube, I was still sore from last night, and no amount of relaxing could really quell that. “Ahh, fuck,” I groaned as he started pumping in and out. There was a distant image of pleasure I was trying to reach, each thrust traveling more easily into my guts, but my sore hole was sending mixed messages to my brain. Especially when he’d jack rabbit my ass, and my prostate would get pounded in the process.
I clutched the pillow and arched my ass up to meet his thrusting. Occasionally, lifting my head to his shoulder, and he’d drop his head to mine and kiss my cheek and then my neck as he slowed his fucking to deep dick me. “You feel so good,” he mumbled in my ear.
“Yeah,” I groaned, feeling my erection coming back. My hips rocking my cock into the pillow top mattress as his hips treated my ass like pillows and pounded into me. “Feels so good,” I moaned.
He sat up and pulled his cock out, adding some more spit, and then dove right back in balls deep with a grunt.
“Fuck,” I barely had the air in my lungs to get the word out. He immediately started thrusting fast, pulling half his dick out, and burying it back into me. His hips slapping into my cheeks and clapping audibly in the room.
“I’m getting close,” he slowed and gave me all eight inches for a few deep strokes before pulling out. “Turn on your back,” he said.
I quickly complied, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me right into his crotch, grabbed his dick, and pushed it down below my balls to sink it back into my hole.
“Ungh, shit,” I groaned, that initial sting reminded me how sore my ass is.
Travis hooked my knees on his elbows, leaning over me so he could get even deeper into my hole. He grunted as he slowly thrust his entire dick in and out of my hole, the top barely keeping in my outer ring before slowly sinking it back into my guts. We both groaned.
I grabbed my dick and started stroking myself furiously. I don’t usually cum in the morning, especially after just waking up, but his cock is hitting me in all the right places; it feels so good, there’s no chance I’m not going to cum any second.
He kept watching my face, timing out his thrusting, breathing heavily, and doing everything he could to hold his orgasm in. “I’m so close,” he warned, circling his hips against my ass.
I started stroking my cock faster, flexing my ass around his cock, “Me too,” I huffed.
He started with small, deep thrusts, “Yeah?”
I nodded, clamping down on his cock, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too, I’m going to cum inside you,” he thrust harder into me.
“I’m cumming,” I flexed my ass around his swelling cock, grunted, and shot cum on my chest.
He thrust again, and again, adding pleasure to my already intense orgasm, and he grunted, slamming his hips into me. I felt his cock throb harder than ever a few times, and suddenly the burn of my sore ass calmed, and there was nothing but pleasure inside me for his following two micro thrusts that hit me just right deep inside my guts.
“Fuck…” I breathed out, my body twitching from my orgasm and his. I looked into his eyes, his face scrunched up as he continued to unload in me, pushing past the sensitivity of my hole to squeeze out the last few drops of his cum into my hole.
“Mmmmngh,” he grunted again as his body twitched one last time before relaxing and sitting up straight. He breathed in real big and long, then exhaled as a smile grew on his face. “Damn, that was amazing,” he broke the silence.
I chuckled and huffed, “yeah,” as I relaxed on the mattress.
He slowly pulled his deflating dick from my ass, hopping out of the bed. “Shit, we have to get out of here. Check out is in five minutes,” he said, looking nervous.
“Oh, shit,” I sat up quickly, getting off the bed and running to the bathroom.
“No time to shower,” he insisted. “Quick, get dressed,” he said, throwing me the old white briefs I had picked out especially for him.
I quickly got dressed, feeling dirty from the sex, but understanding the rush.
I left for the parking lot and let him check out. The two cars between my Toyota and his Jeep were gone, so I waited for him to come back, which only took a few minutes.
He tossed his backpack in the jeep and started it up. He walked over to my car and kissed me. “This was fun.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t suppose I could get your email or something so we can stay in touch?”
“Yeah, one second,” he said. He went to the Jeep, wrote down his information on a piece of scrap paper, and then ran it over to me.
“Thanks,” I said.
He grinned, then walked back to his Jeep, and I followed him to the parking lot exit. We went in different directions home, though.
I drove home, clenching my ass the entire time, worried his cum would leak into my underwear, or worse, soak through and stain my seats. How could I explain a stain right in the asshole center of my seat if someone borrowed my car?
I had to stop and get gas on the way home. When I went inside to pay, I saw the edge of the condom wrapper of the unused condom in my wallet, and it made me smile. I broke all of my rules, but damn did I have a good time.
Comments
Burn After Reading
Love it!
PJ
Love this series. It seriously could have been my first time with “Dave” at a red roof inn by the highway in my college town. We’d talked on aol for months about meeting up; he was a senior out of state, I was an innocent freshmen. He did a lot of the subtle/not so subtle hinting around condoms. When our first meeting at Thanksgiving break came and we met at the hotel, would you believe he brought the wrong bag? The one that didn’t have condoms or lube. Said we could still try just the tip with spit since that’s what he used to jerk off with and would make sure I was comfortable. You can imagine how they went down - sexy college guy said he couldn’t waste loads pulling out; I don’t think he even pulled his dick outta my hole until he shot three loads and then only to piss. At bedtime, after a few screwdrivers he brought in the “right bag” he had me lay face down with my ass propped up on a pillow so I “didnt leak anything out.” Woke up twice that nice with him Inside me but wasn’t really awake. Definitely felt the last two loads before we checked out - I had to ride the first outta him and the last was standing against the sheer blind so I could see out very clearly but he swore they couldn’t see in.🤦 had a lot more fun with Dave, quite the dirty good Jewish boy.
Brendan Gavin
Love a hot second part! 🍆🍆🍆
