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Geoffrey, Part 3 I lay there on the bed, exhausted from my strenuous activity of the previous few minutes. I still had a raging hard-on, but Geoffrey was sated and was quickly falling asleep. Thinking about it, I didn’t blame him: a blow job and three good fucks last night; six hours on the side of the road before I came along; then he blew me in the car; and now I’d just returned the favour. He had reason to be tired; I could wait. Before he fell asleep, however, I asked him if he wanted to stay at the motel with me, or did he plan to continue on his journey back to Texas. “Texas will be there forever, man,” he said sleepily. “I’m in no fuckin’ hurry to get back there. I’m cool here, man, for tonight anyway.” I reached for my wallet and took out $20.00 and laid it on the end table beside the bed. “I’m going to leave you for a bit, a couple of hours at the most. Gotta check in at the conference. You haven’t eaten all day, so take this money and get yourself something at the restaurant down by the office. I’ll take you out for a proper dinner when I get back.” I looked at his clothes on the floor in front of the dresser mirror and tried to imagine him dressed in them at dinner: it was not a good picture. Sexy enough, as I knew from this morning, but not right for a good restaurant experience. “Perhaps you could use a new outfit; slacks or a pair of jeans and maybe a new shirt,” I said. “Want me to pick up something on the way back?” “Whatever pops your cork, man,” Geoffrey said, barely awake now. “I’m yours, for a while at least. I’d rather jeans, but you can dress me up if you want. I look good in clothes, even had a tux on once, back home in Texas. ‘Course I was waiting on tables at a fancy wedding dinner, my boss’s niece, actually, but I got to fuck one of the bridesmaids standing up in the broom closet, so it was worth the effort.” I was sure he looked good in clothes, but he looked delicious naked. My cock, which had started to go soft while I was thinking of the plans I had to make, was now beginning to grow again, but I thought it would be best to save it for later. Why jerk off in the bathroom now, when I was sure Geoffrey would help me deal with it when I got back? So, I covered Geoffrey with the top sheet from the bed, had a quick, cold shower, dressed and headed out. I drove the car to the front office first to change my single booking to a double, just to avoid any trouble, and got another knowing grin from the clerk. Sassy bastard! This time, I grinned back. Then I headed out to the conference. About three hours later, I arrived back, new jeans, underwear, a button down shirt, as well as a rather expensive designer tee shirt, some socks and a good pair of sandals in a bag from one of the better young men’s shops in the city. I also had some toiletries, just in case he needed them. My cock was all ready at half-mast when I pulled up in front of the motel room I was sharing with the young Adonis from Texas. Tugging at my crotch to straighten things out there, I got out of the car and entered the room to find it empty. Geoffrey’s clothes were gone from the floor in front of the mirror, but not his knapsack. At least he hadn’t taken off. I walked the short distance to the restaurant and there he was, sitting at a table with a coffee in his hand, and the remnants of a partly eaten club sandwich and fries on a plate beside it. The young office clerk was sitting at the table with him and the lone waitress was standing, her hand on the back of his chair and her firm young breasts leaning close, brushing against his shoulder. As I approached, I heard him telling them how he had ripped a hole in the panties of one of his three young women and “plugged her pussy right through the hole.” Those were his words, not mine, and I remembered them well from the car ride this morning. I hoped he hadn’t gotten to the part where I had picked him up and he had given me a blowjob in the car. Whether he had told them about me or not, I am sure they could guess what the relationship between us was. The waitress looked at me with envy in her blue eyes, and I think the office clerk did, too. Certainly, he put his hands down in his lap as I approached and I was sure that he was trying to hide his hard-on. He needn’t have bothered. He should have known I’d know he had one. After hearing a story like Geoffrey’s, who wouldn’t get horny, even if he hadn’t gotten all the way to the end of it? “Hey, man,” said Geoffrey, as I reached the table. “I was just telling my new friends here about them broads last night. Freddy, Lisa, this here’s my main man!” I realized then that I had not yet told him my name. I thought at first that it might be better to keep things that way if I could, though Freddy could easily look me up in his office register. “Name’s Bill,” I said, holding out my hand. Lisa shook it, then Freddy lifted his hand from his lap and shook it as well. I gave it a gentle little squeeze, and he blushed. I sat down in the seat beside him and smiled. “Great to be young, eh?” I asked no one in particular. The waitress giggled and the office clerk grinned. “You guys got plans for later?” Geoffrey asked, looking at the clerk, then winking at the waitress. “We’re going out somewhere, I think, but we won’t be all that late, will we, Bill? Can we get some brewskies and maybe treat our friends here when we get back?” I’m sure I blushed. Having sex with one young man was so far off my regular path, and now the possibility of involving two more, one of them a big-chested young girl, just about unnerved me. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. “We should be back by ten o’clock or so, and sure, we can pick up some beer if you like. You know where to find us,” I said, looking at the clerk. I’m sure he knew the room number, and would share the knowledge with the girl if they really wanted to join us. The decision was theirs. “Right now, we gotta go get dressed for dinner. I’ve made reservations at Chez La Conte.” “Cool, man. Later then,” said Geoffrey as he stood up and looked at his two new acquaintances. “We’ll have a blast, eh? See you about ten.” The waitress giggled, making no commitment, and the boy just sat there and smiled. His cock must have been so hard right then that he didn’t dare stand up. If he didn’t go off to the toilet and jerk himself crazy, he’d be here when we got back. I was sure of it. Back in the room, Geoffrey saw the bag of clothes. “Hey, man, new duds. Cool. What did you get?” He picked up the jeans and held them to his waist. “Looks like my size,” he said. Then he picked up the tee shirt, a man’s medium. It also looked like it would fit him perfectly. The dress shirt was tapered at the waist, as I knew he was, and it, too, was a good fit. The set of underwear consisted of some very skimpy briefs, in three hot florescent colours. Geoffrey stripped and began to dress; bright red briefs first. “The chicks will really dig these,” he said, and I knew the guys would, too. Then the socks followed by the jeans, the sandals, and lastly the shirt. I sat in the chair and watched, my cock semi-hard as I admired his handsome young physique. Geoffrey admired himself, too, looking in the mirror and turning this way and that. Clothes definitely looked good on him. What an Adonis! And he was mine, at least for this night. I felt a brief pang of jealousy as I thought that I might have to share him with Freddy and Lisa, but it passed quickly. Geoffrey turned and looked at me. “You didn’t have to do this, man,” he said. “You don’t owe me nothin’. I’m not for hire, you know. I’m here with you because I want to be.” “I know,” I said. “Perhaps I did it for me. I enjoyed watching you dress, almost as much as watching you undress earlier. Besides, I want to show you off at the restaurant.” “Fuck, man, I’m cool with that. So, what’s happenin’? Wanna fuck or go eat?” My semi hard cock was suddenly standing at full attention. “Our reservation’s not until eight o’clock,” I said. “Lots of time for a fuck before that,” Geoffrey said, and came to stand in front of me. My heart was pounding as he reached out and started to unbutton my shirt. I reached out and did the same to him, but then wrapped my arms around him, hugged him to me, and kissed him. Was it lust, or love? Perhaps a bit of both. All I knew was that I wanted to feel his hot young body pressed up against mine. I reached around and pulled his shirt tail out of his jeans, then we separated and finished unbuttoning each other’s shirts. I put my hand in my pocket and drew out the package of condoms. He looked at them, as if not recognizing what they were, then laughed. “Maybe later, man, if the chick comes. But right now, I want to feel you inside me, and I want to feel your cum when you shoot.” I reached down to cup his cock and balls with my hands and was amazed once again at how large he was down there. The smell of him pervaded all my senses, and I couldn’t wait any more. I dropped to my knees and began to unbutton his new jeans. Pulling his zipper down, his red briefs pushed out right into my face. I leaned in and grabbed his hard cock right through the fabric with my front teeth, and gently chewed my way along his shaft. “Fuck, man, I gotta wear these this evening,” Geoffrey said, pulling away from me. “Gotta look good if the chick comes along, eh? Best we take ’em off, so as not to get them wet.” I pulled his jeans down over his hips, and then the red briefs. His cock, now hard, snapped to attention once released from the confines of the red fabric. I smothered his waist with kisses as my hands drew his pants down to where he could kick them off. Then he pushed me back and began to undress me. The shirt was the first to go, as I kicked off my shoes, then he knelt down to open my belt and remove my pants. My hard cock pressed against my white briefs, a wet spot of precum showing where my cock head was. Geoffrey bent down and sucked on the wet spot, then pulled the briefs down and took my cock in his mouth. I held onto his head, and he began to suck me and lick me and drive me wild with lusty passion. With my pants and underwear still tangled up around my knees, he pushed me back on the bed. He reached down and drew my clothes off, dropping them to the floor, and I spread my legs wide, glad of the freedom. Then he climbed up on the bed, a knee on each side of me, and moved forward until his ass was directly above my rock hard cock, still dripping with precum. He gently lowered himself on my shaft, reaching under to position it for entry. At first it wouldn’t slip in, so he spit on his fingers and rubbed the moisture into his bum hole. When he lowered himself again, I felt his muscles loosen and my cock slipped right in. What a glorious feeling! He could control my pleasure by tightening and then relaxing his muscles, and he began to ride my cock, all the time gently stroking his own massive instrument that stared me in the face. Up and down he went, and he began to stroke himself in time to his riding rhythm. His cock grew before my eyes, and swelled to its thickest and longest size. He worked both cocks faster now, mine inside his ass, and his own with his strong right hand. Faster and faster he went, and soon I was reaching the point of no return. I grunted “I’m going to cum,” and he grunted back, “Hang on man, I’m nearly there myself.” Seconds later I blew. My hot cum shot in searing spurts up into his bum hole, and perhaps the sensation was what drove Geoffrey over the precipice, for he blew, too, all over my face. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and tried to capture as much of the creamy white liquid as I could on my tongue and in my mouth. Two, three, four and more spurts, then his magnificent fountain of youth subsided, as mine had already done inside his ass. A few more jerks, and a few more bounces, and he was finished. He slowed, then stopped, then fell across my body and kissed me and licked me, tasting his own cum on my lips. We lay there, my softening cock still inside him, his cum on my chest sticking us together. I wanted it to stay like this forever. I didn’t want this moment to end. He shifted his weight to one side, however, and I slipped out of his ass, the cooler air a new sensation on my cum-covered cock. I hugged him to me and kissed his face. He just rested.