I was in a Toronto area for some business meetings, and had a room at a small motel. In suburbia. You know the kind, with absolutely nothing going on! After a late business dinner colleagues dropped me off and I headed for the little bar in the motel. There were only a few people there, and it definitely had the smell of being a pretty quiet night. The bartender was doing his best to liven up the place, and engaged me in some conversation. He learned the nature of my business in his first round of "Twenty Questions.” He then turned to a young guy sitting just a couple of bar stools from me, and introduced us to each other. His name was Larry, and he was indeed studying international business in grad school and he was intrigued that international business was my vocation. He was there with a buddy, a Woody Allen look-alike nerdy kind of guy. Larry and I started chatting and it was easy for both of us to get involved pretty heavily with the discussion. The bartender eventually interrupted us for the “last call” and Larry voiced his disappointment with having to short-circuit our talk. I told him that we could talk in my room, if he wanted to continue it, and he was excited to do that. The bartender filled an ice bucket with beers, and we headed for my room. His buddy wanted to go home, and Larry told him that he would get a taxi, so Woody grumbled but rambled out into the night. I honestly had not thought about any action with this guy…until we got to the room. Once we got there, however, that seemed to be the only focused thought that I had! Larry was wearing a sport jacket and a tie, and he very quickly tossed those on the bed, and loosened the collar of his shirt. Nice body: wide shoulders, trim hips, tight little butt… Thick black hair curled over the shirt button, sending the message that this dude probably had one helluva hairy chest! He was talking about politics in the Eastern bloc, and all I could think of was how was I going to get him naked? Once I got the situation going, however, he rolled right along with it. I concluded quickly enough that he was also interested in getting naked, but he was far less experienced in this type of seduction than I was. He simply followed my lead, and followed my every instruction. When I suggested that we get out of trousers to be more comfortable, he just dropped them. When I suggested that we should take our shirts off, he quickly agreed. When I suggested that he lie on the bed so that I could give him a back massage, he did not question it. When I suggested that we get his jockeys off so that I could rub his ass, he just arched his rump and let me pull them off of him. When I asked him to roll over on his back, he did. When I went down on his throbbing cock, he said one of the things I love to hear: “Oh man! That feels soooo good!” It did for me too! Larry might not have been experienced in the art of seduction, but he did seem to have talent and expertise in male sexual contact. He gave great head, which soon turned into sixty-nining with a lot of tongue action all over the area. He came up for air eventually and said another one of the phrases I love to hear: “I’m cumming!” We reached climax pretty close to simultaneously, and it was a tremendous feeling of a complete recycle-circle of taking in his fluid while delivering my own, and just recycling it back around and through the bodies, on and on it flowed. When we could cum no more, we dressed and I quizzed Larry about his obvious cock-sucking talent. He confided that he had had only one steady partner, and his technique had been developed over the many years that they had grown up together, all with the Woody Allen character. Woody apparently had a Dick of Death, long and thick, and Larry described how much he enjoyed giving head and all that he knew had been learned by his working on Woody. Pun not intended. He was pleased that I was so pleased with his technique. Larry told me that he loved sucking dick, no illusions about what he enjoyed doing. And he was a natural. I drove him home, so that he could avoid the taxi, and also because I needed to know exactly where he lived since we made a date for lunch the next day. “Can’t wait to suck your cock again,” he said as he slid out of the car. And I felt the same way. At noon I was ringing his doorbell. Several times. When finally the door swung open, it was not the smiling face of Larry. I introduced myself to Larry’s father, who gave his name as Carl. I explained that Larry and I had met the prior evening and had had a long conversation, which we decided to carry on over lunch. Carl told me that he had sent Larry on some errands and that he should be back before too long. He invited me in to wait, and we walked through the house and out to the patio where Carl was working on the swimming pool. He proffered a beer, which I gladly accepted. When he returned with the beer, he had changed into one of the tightest pair of swim briefs that one could imagine. My eyes honed in on that one area, and I hoped that he did not realize that I was staring. I was. It was tough to keep my eyes off of him. Carl was more muscular than his son: armor-plate pecs, and his hairy chest was a rug of dark curly hair as well, much more hirsute than Larry. Carl was certainly just the older version of Larry, a mature daddy (closer to my age than Larry was), and nearly bald with only a remaining monk-ring. As a substitute for head-hair, he had a very thick mustache. He was handsome. He also had a huge bulge in the tight swim trunks, and I was amusing myself by doing a mental comparison to his son’s equipment. I concluded that Carl probably had the bigger cock. I also concluded that he had probably had never sucked dick in his life. He seemed totally unaware of my interest in him. He just kept working on the pool filters and the back flusher. After my beer, I decided that it would have a better appearance if I departed, and I made my way out, with the message for Carl to give to Larry that I would be in the bar of the motel if he got back in time to join me for lunch. Carl assured me that he would convey the message, and I had my butt on a bar stool within ten minutes. Ever notice how slow time goes when you are waiting for a hot stud whose cock you want to suck? It seemed an eternity before the door to the pub swung open. Nope, not Larry. But surprise! It was Carl. He perched on the bar stool, ordered a cold one, and apologized that Larry had not yet shown up. He had no explanation other than the possibility that Larry had simply gotten distracted by something or someone. Carl was a handsome stud, and I was not unhappy to be in his company nor did I object to his brand of eye candy. I could not keep my eyes from straying to his crotch, however, since his goods were being displayed in a tantalizing package that was very nicely bulging in his shorts. He caught me at it and sort of growled, “You see something you like?” He startled me with his gruff comment. I was immediately embarrassed and I knew that I was blushing. When I looked up at him, he was smiling, and he gave me a wide wink. “Yes, I do,” I softly replied after a calculated long pause. That was the right answer. Within minutes we were in my room, undressing each other. I was not disappointed when he produced a massive amount of meat, which sprung up and slapped his belly when his shorts came off. Like his son, he seemed to be highly oriented towards oral servicing and I was not objecting in any way. It was hot for me to know that I had been sucked dry by his son, and was now getting the same service from the Dad. We were having a little cooling off break, when there was a knock at the door. Through the peephole, I saw the FedEx deliveryman and he needed my signature on a package. Business matters. I slipped into a pair of gym shorts, and herded Carl into the bathroom, and swung open the door to receive the delivery. Just as I was closing the door, Larry appeared, and stepped right in. There was no time and no way to keep him from coming in, and I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Larry went right to his knees, and was nuzzling my crotch, and was cooing, “Oh man, you do not know just how much I want to suck your beautiful cock!” pulling my rising meat down the leg of the shorts. Carl heard that too, of course, and he opened the bathroom door to see his son on his knees with his face in my crotch. Larry looked up to see his nude Dad with an impressive hard-on sticking straight out in front of him. The world stopped. The look of surprise on Carl’s face was frozen. Larry seemingly could not move a muscle, rooted to the spot. I thought the world had ended; I had no idea what might happen next. I couldn’t talk, but if I had been able to I would not have known what to say. (Maybe: “Carl, this is Larry. Larry, meet Carl.” Nah, they already knew each other, didn’t they? Or perhaps I should have said dryly, not to mention wryly: “I believe you two have met?”) After a seeming eternity, Carl moved over next to me and slipped his arm around my waist, hugging me in close to him. His cock had not gotten any smaller even with this awesome discovery, and Larry’s eyes were right on level with his Dad’s twitching dick. Carl sort of arched and pushed his cock towards his son, and Larry sucked it right in, with his eyes transfixed in Carl’s gaze. Carl’s arm around my waist started pushing my shorts down, and I peeled out of them with his assistance. Now Larry had a choice of cock. Larry was quick to discern that he could go from one to the other, and he was very intent upon making the most of this option. Carl and I got into some hot and heavy making out, with Larry swinging on our dicks before we all gravitated to the bed. There was plenty of dick to go around and it seemed that someone was sucking someone all the time. Then Larry and Carl seemed to discover each other in a mutual suck session that seemed to have them glued together. Yeah, I was left out, but I did not feel left out, since the show that they were putting on for me was almost hotter to watch than to be a participant. I blew a load on my own, and left the bed to go clean up in the bathroom. When I returned, they were just in the throes of release to each other, and I think I shot another little load just in watching them reach orgasm together. When we were all cooling down, I learned that they had never had any interest or indication that the other might like to play with dick. They were cool with each other; no accusations or disapprovals. Larry told his Dad that he and Woody had been at it for years, and Carl sort of snarled that he never did like that kid and had always thought he was queer. When the impact of his silly statement sank in, they both roared with laughter. Carl did not admit much of his sex life to Larry in the discussion that followed, but it seemed to be tacitly understood that these manly events were not new to him. They left together. I did not see them again. It has been almost a year now since we met. But I have talked on the phone with both. Larry is now married, and his wife is pregnant. Carl is pleased that he is going to be a grandfather. They are completely happy with the discovery of each other, and they continue to explore their sexuality with each other fairly frequently, so they tell me. And they both have thanked me so many times for being the causal factor for the initial discovery. I still jack off on occasion when I think of them. If you have ever had anything similar, please let me know. MisterEd53@hotmail.com
