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“Thank you Jim, you are very attractive yourself. Can we get these drinks in “to go cups?" I made a joke, but wasn't really kidding. He wanted to chat; well at least I would have time to loose the hard-on before I walked through the lobby.

I wasn't sure of his marital status, but I was curious. He was calm as a cucumber and now I was the jumpy one. Not nervous but more of excitement…but...time for small talk. “How long you here for?” Jim told me he was here for four more days, but for the next 4 months would be here frequently. He was in a great pair of jeans, blacks button up with sleeves rolled to the elbow and what looked like a great pair of prada(esque) black leather slip ons and I couldn't see a dick outline or a ridge but there was definitely something pushing that box. I am usually the top but I was hoping this would be an exception.

"Where you from Jared? That’s not a California accent."

I turned on the accent and said, "South Carolina, but I have been in California since ‘92.”

He told me he lived in Aspen, CO but was building a house here, to relocate. He shook his head. "Lost the house in the divorce but frankly she can have it and the ugly poodle who’s ruined the grass.

"Any kids, if you don't mind me asking?"

He looked at me with a devilish smirk and said, don't be silly son, I flew in town just to see you and enjoy a little one-on-one time with you."

I didn't skip a beat, and giggled with a hand on his knee, " I'm just kidding, that was a good one, I have really missed seeing you but we have some catching up to do. (So, what a surprise, he set the ball rolling, the tone, and the story line and I was just doing what comes natural, I like playing the boy. I should be paying him; he's doing all the work. (Not A Chance.)

He waved for the bartender, and said to charge the drinks and what ever my son wants to the room and please send a bottle of “Maker’s Mark” up to the room. He turned to leave the stool and put his hand on my shoulder. “Son would you mind running to the store and getting some baby oil? I would like to soak in the tub; the heat is drying my skin so badly. Room # ... Here's a key, and here's $20, see you in a few.”

What could I say, it's his money and at $100 an hour, if he wants me to run to the store, I'm there. I got paid to wash a car in the nude for one guy as punishment for taking my dad’s car without permission. (I promise this is not bullshit, it is fantasy and I enjoy playing most of the time and like to watch the expressions on the men's faces and see where it goes. Many times it goes nowhere and ends out of the character, very quickly more times than not just to relieve the aching balls.)

I know--I need to get to the sex--I get carried away. So to store, back, up the elevator, get to room, key in, open door, and Jim was in the glass shower with the door half open. I was going to have some fun with this. I stuck my head in and said, “Dad, I’m back, I'll put the oil by the tub. Don't worry, I've got my eyes covered, I'm not looking."

He, shut the water off, opened the shower door, dripping wet and said, “I can't here a word of that."

“I just said, I was back, putting the oil by the tub and that I had my eyes covered so not to worry."

“Jared, you do not have to cover your eyes. Guys have to see each other naked in the showers all the time. They all look basically the same." He continued as he lifted it up and teasingly shook it. (I about shot a load right then and there. This short guy about 5'9” 160 lbs had a set of balls each the size of tennis balls, and a 7" cock, completely soft with a beautiful drape of foreskin covering the big head with about an inch of the head peaking out.

"Dad, yours looks a lot different than mine.” I said.

He lifted it up and pointed right at me, "You mean this?" he began to pull the shin back and over the head, "there now it does.” He smiled and closed the doors, and the water began to run. "Jared, you’re next, you haven't showered all day and you are not getting in the bed until you wash that sweaty butt of yours."

"Okay, Dad, let me know when you’re through."

A few minutes later he yelled he was through and told me to come on in, he would leave the water running for me. I took my clothes off and came in wrapped in a towel, very shy so he couldn't see me naked. “Drop that towel and get in,” he ordered, I did but turned so only my butt showed and I covered my penis. I put a foot in the shower and he purposely stepped out and we had to squeeze through the doorway.

He had turned and I could feel his half hard 55-year-old daddy cock in the crack of my cheeks. He pressed against me and said, "Son, I think were stuck." He laughed and reached down placed hands on my cheeks spread them apart, pressing it in further and sprung out the door. "That was close. That hard round bubble butt of yours almost got us stuck," he said as he slapped my ass hard. " Now clean that real good, I'm going to pour you your first drink of liquor."

I was rock hard and my heart was racing. I have done just about any fantasy you could think of, but this was effortless and I can't remember when I have been this turned on. I was really getting into this one and this was just the warm up.

To be continued...

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