My Hometown—July, 2017
My summer work had begun in earnest. For those first couple of weeks in late June, I could still manage to sneak away occasionally. Not so once July hit. I went a full two weeks without sex of any kind. Before you all start muttering “Poor, put upon bastard…” let me say that I usually have some sort of sex every two or three days so it was a huge shift for me. Some years it has been excruciating knowing I won’t have the time for any kind of fun—this year was at least not that. I found it easier to just get so busy I didn’t miss it. Or so I told myself.
I was also not sleeping very well. I would go to bed and wake up exactly 4 hours later. I would be up for two hours feeling extremely wide awake, like I’d had my usual 7 hours. But then I’d crash and would nap for an hour and a half before I started these incredibly full days. I was running myself down and I knew it and felt a little helpless in how to change it.
I was sure some of the sleeplessness was stress, but some of it was lack of sex. But I was now so tired most of the day, I doubted I could maintain an erection. What to do?
SpiritHole took pity on me. We talked over a series of emails as I was eating my dinner one night. He thought that if I couldn’t get away to come to him, he would come to me. I reminded him there was no playroom for another 6 weeks. He assured me it we could have a lot of fun in a motel room. I agreed, while reminding him it would be later than we usually played as I didn’t finish up for the day until at least 10:30pm.
We set a date. He came…
I knock on the door to his room on the first floor. It’s the same hotel the Professor uses when he’s in town. It takes a moment, but he opens the door stark naked—fresh from the shower. We hug and sit for a moment.
We both look tired. He calmly tells me that he would understand if we just wanted to talk tonight. He’s tired too—this is much later than our usual late afternoon sessions. I thank him—and admit to taking a Viagra as if this was some massive sex party, not just a couple of good friends fucking.
We both look to my crotch. It’s working. My cock has certainly woken up looking at him naked—and remembering how his ass can grip me. This seems to wake SpiritHole up, too. I strip.
We hug again and land on the bed.
“Let me suck you before you get too big. My small mouth can barely take you once you are fully hard.” He is between my legs, sucking my cock deep into his mouth. But it’s not to last long—it feels so good my cock fully erects. Soon my cockhead is connecting with all of his teeth. He stops with a laugh. He spits on my cock and crawls up my body and sits on me. The glide down is exquisite. It’s been so long—and his hole is always special.
SpiritHole bottoms out on me with a sigh. He grinds into me for a moment. Then he begins rhythmically squeezing my cock with those incredible ass muscles. Milking me. Sending literal shivers through me. He’s in control for a change. And he’s taking full advantage of it. He pulls himself up almost all the way and lowers himself slowly. He varies the speed. He varies how far he pulls off my dick. He bends repeatedly to kiss me.
“We need to do…this position,” he pants, at one point, “…more often.”
He’s getting no complaints from me—I just let him pleasure the two of us on my cock.
Eventually I have to be a little active—I start bucking up into him. He moans and I think he has the first of his many internal orgasms.
We switch to a pretty typical doggy—SH kneeling right on the edge of the bed so I can stand to fuck. I kneel first. I get the confirmation that his ass was spasming—I lick out huge amounts of his sweet and slick ass juice. My cock is rampant now. I fuck him. I take charge and plow into him. SH huffs poppers and babbles about how good it feels.
I flip him and get him on his back. I kneel and clean up all the wetness I have pulled out of him. My beard is coated with his juices. I stand and my cock finds its way into his slippery ass canal. We fuck with abandon. I lean forward and let him taste himself all over my face. He shakes uncontrollably again…
I get him to bend over a chair by the full length mirror—but without his glasses, he really can’t see my engorged dick pummeling him.
We go back to the bed. He rides me again. He feels so wet and slick. He has another internal orgasm. Maybe two.
We both agree that as good as it feels we need to wind this up and get some sleep.
I have to thrust if I’m going to get off. SH stands on the floor and leans over onto a stack of pillows. It feels great. You can really hear my balls smack his ass. And I can fuck at top speed. But it’s hard on his legs.
We re-position with him back to doggy with me still standing. I fuck a little and I spend a long time tonguing his ass—knowing full well that that is the trigger for my load. It works. I stand back up and shoot my two weeks worth of seed into him.
We hold each other a long time.
I finally go home.
And sleep the entire night.