I was taking a short break in the North of England - better not say where - and I had booked a elbow room at one of those"budget"hotels that you in the USA call"Motels ”. In the UK, they are usually built next to, or near to, a chintzy restaurant owned by the Lapplander hotel group and have grown into 2 or 3 chains of popular, cheap hotels ; clean and modern but with very few frills.

I say few trumpery ; all elbow room have en-suite facilities, crisp clean sheets and TV. Some even have internet inspection and repair or cable TV but it was the issuing of the TV that caused the problem on this social occasion. Digital TV was in its babyhood at the prison term, so things were a bit more primitive back then !

I was wise to this TV reception problem from the outset because I have had to convert rooms before, when the TV flick has been so bad to be unwatchable. This time, before unpacking my bags, I checked the TV to stool sure it was OK. It wasn't - and my philia sank. But I am a stickler for my entitlements, so I went back down to the strawman desk and told the Pres Young lady there. She said the handler would occur and check it for me.
True enough, there was a knocking at the door a few arcminute later and there he was. I suppose I am allowed to say this but the first gear thing I noticed was that he was blackamoor ;"Afro-Caribbean"to be precise. I say this without any reservations because, even in these times of political correctness, you can't help but notice these things !

However, that wasn't all I noticed. He was young - about 26-28, about 5'10 ”, slim and with lovely big dark brown eyes and a rounded nose that was just broad enough to be sexy without being squatting. He was soft-skinned and smooth-shaven but even against his gorgeous chocolate-coloured cutis, you could see a 5 o'clock shadow - or is it 6 o'clock ? Anyway, the tight curls of his black hair were cut neat and inadequate and his cutis complexion was, frankly,"lenient as a baby's bum"as we say here in the UK !

And speechmaking of a baby's bum, he was wearing black slacks which were - well, rather snug. I tried not to let my eyes wander. After all, there was a potential argument looming. He was carrying another TV.

"You got a problem with your TV ?"he said, rather chirpily. I ushered him in. My TV was still on and it was snowing on every distribution channel ; and it was June.

"Hmm,"he said. He set the spare TV down beside mine and continued,"Let's see if this one's any better."

It wasn't. He fiddled with it and tried all sorts of things that I knew wouldn't piece of work and then said,

"The trouble is, the reception's not very practiced here. I keep asking Head position to do something about the aerial."

"Are you telling me that reception in all the rooms is just as bad ? Hasn't anyone else complained ?"I questioned him and he said,
"Well, some rooms seem worse than others - the further you are from the ethereal, I dunno really."

So I told him that, having booked 3 dark, I was in not glad to have no TV to watch and that he should prompt me to another room where the TV worked properly. As I had done this before with success, I figured it might ferment this time too. However, to this approximation he to took in a deeply breath through his teeth and said,

"Actually, we're fully booked. I'm afraid I don't have any redundant rooms."

Now, it could have gone a number of shipway at this point ; I had driven nearly 200 miles that day and was tired, wanted a bathtub and a meal ; AND A DRINK ! And I wanted to watch the goddam TV ! I didn't want to strike down the engagement now, only to take to find another hotel tonight. So I just told him this wasn't good enough, that I gave his society plenty of my occupation one way or another, and that I was going to make one hell of a stench about this as soon as I got home. What about a refund ? That got him a fiddling unquiet and he started shifting his free weight from one hip to the other - I could tell he was trying to cogitate of what to do.

"Look,"he finally said,"I've got a digital decipherer in my flatcar. I could let you use that ; if I can get it to work in here, you'd have much more than the usual groove too."
He looked at me with his eye-brows raised, seeking concord ; he looked directly into my oculus, almost pleading with me. Call me a cinch but that always does it for me !

I knew that the Managers of these hotels"lived-in ”, so I said,

"OK, give it a try and see if it works"and he disappeared over to the main construction and came back about 10 minute later with his decoder.

He spent the next 15-20 instant setting it up, while I sat on the bed watching his every move. From behind, I got a cover girl view of his snipe mesomorphic backside, clad tightly in those snug pitch-black trousers. He was wearing a pale blue polo-shirt and his arms were unattackable and developed, like he worked-out at a gym but not excessively. And while his shirt was initially tucked into the top of his black trousers when he arrived, with all the bending down, stretching and crouching under the worktop, it had pulled loose - revealing the wickedness brown cutis of the diminished of his dorsum and the white waist-band of his"Jean Chauvin Klein"underwear. I ruled out boxer-shorts immediately but I began wondering whether he wore briefs or boxer-briefs. disgrace on me, I was getting interested !

I began making conversation and established that his public figure was St. James the Apostle, he was 26 and lived in the apartment on his own and had worked elsewhere for the party before transferring here recently to get a promotion. His accentuate wasn't local and I discovered that he had moved from down south to take aim this job, so he was away from his friends and his family. I didn't get as far as finding out if his"menage"included a wife or girl-friend but I made us both tea from the tea-tray in the room and tried to be courteous to him. He was trying his best, after all - and he was rather cute.

Eventually, after all the fiddling and retuning the TV, he got it to work. The picture show was fine.

"It's only tellurian,"he said,"you know, like from the antenna, not artificial satellite ; but generally, even when the signaling is faint, it's usually better than the analogue word-painting. And you get the former channels too."I was beginning to care him !
I was also beginning to wonder what he was now going to do for TV in his own flat when he then added,

"It sometimes plays up but if it does, just turn it off and on again and it should compensate itself but I'm on the night-shift tonight, so if anything goes wrong, you'll rule me at the desk."

With that, he tidied-up and left, leaving me with an erecting that needed care and a span of slightly damp underpants where I had been juicing myself with pre-cum for the last 20 minutes !

My first evening was uneventful, inasmuch as I enjoyed a good evening's TV. There was just one rummy thing though - two of the additional digital canal listed in his decoder's distribution channel list seemed to be pay-per-view sex channels. Not being a cable TV indorser myself, I was unfamiliar with them but when I clicked on one of them, the preview was definitely gay and it asked for a computer code number."Right !"I thought to myself.

I was out for much of the next day and when I returned he wasn't around until later, when I came back from my evening meal at the eatery. He was at the desk on his own and I stopped to chat, smiling at him as I approached. He put his psyche on one side of meat and smiled back.

"Everything OK with the TV ?"he asked.

"Brilliant,"I replied and incline on the desk in movement of him, adding,"You on the desk again tonight then ?"
"Only till 10 o'clock ; I just have to be on call after that,"he said.

"So what are you going do - you've not got any TV to watch now, thanks to me ?"I grinned, being cheeky but trying to be friendly at the Lapp fourth dimension. He shrugged and then looked up at me, with his head on one side again and his eye-brows raised in query. I waited. Was he going to say anything else ? I decided not, so I ventured,

"You could always come and watch mine - it is yours after all !"I looked at him. Was he brave adequate - or naïve enough ? Probably neither, I thought.
But then to my surprise he said,

"You serious ?"

"Yeah, why not,"I said,"bring a bottle and we'll have our own party !"To my astonishment, he nodded and said,
"OK, you're on ! I'll come up around 10 then, when the night-shift round up."

And with that, I went back to the elbow room and began to panic. I took a bath and made surely I was looking my skilful, while trying not to make it take care too obvious that I was trying to look my best ! Then I waited.
There was a whang at the door at 9.45 and he explained that the night-shift guy had come on early and did I mind ? He had a pliant carrier-bag in one hand and, as he came into the room, he produced from it a bottle of vodka, a feeding bottle of tonic, two cans of coke and a dyad of tumblers.

"You took me literally, didn't you,"I smiled,"disgrace there's no ice ! Shall I go and get us some potato chip from the machine down the corridor ?"

We hit it off rightfield away. When I told him I was a"Star-Trek"fan, he immediately said there was a double-episode of"Enterprise"on one of the TV channels at 10.30. Did I want to look on ? So believe it or not, we settled down with our drinkable and crisps on the bed and half-watched, half-chatted our way through the side by side couple of hours.

By the time"Enterprise"finished, we were both quite relaxed. We'd drunkard over half the bottleful of vodka and he kept getting fit of the giggles at my picayune jokes. His laughter was infective and his smile was lovely ! Like so many Afro-Caribbean hombre, his backtalk were thick and his mouth was wide ; his teeth were even and brilliant-white against the chocolate-colour of his brass and his trimmed pointed sideburns made him face - well, fucking gorgeous !

creative thinker you, he had a shy side to him too, which I found endearing. I established that he was single and that there was a"sort-of girl-friend"( whatever that is ! ) but he was undefined, even coy, on whether or not she was his"important former ”. He wasn't in any precipitation to go back to his flat though, and it was now well past 12.30. When he came back from having a pee in the lav, I was idly going down the inclination of duct on the TV.

"What else have we got to watch here, I wonder ?"I said, followed by a storm,"hello, what have we here ?"as I punched one of the sex-channels I had spotted the night before.

Instantly, he dived across the bed and grabbed the remote from me, laughing nervously.

"Nah, you don't wan na ascertain that !"he said. But I fought back and tried to grab the remote off him. We tangled on the bed, him getting the giggles again when I discovered he was ticklish ; so that just made it uncollectible, as I continued to tease and tickle him until I managed to get him tangled in the duvet and he began squealing like a little kid - and then fell off the bed onto the floor with a tatty"thump ”. I now had the remote control in my hand and a erection straining inside my underwear.

"Hmm, I'm curious,"I said, as I pressed the channel routine."Here, it says it wants your report number - come on, give us the number then !"He was still sitting on the floor and his head appeared above the edge of the bed and, hesitantly, he gave me the number.

When the film came on, I pretended to be shocked.

"I didn't know you were a"poofta"! I wouldn't have invited you in if I'd known,"I exclaimed, scowling at him. He stared at me from his position on the trading floor, unsure what to say.
"I'm not gay,"he protested, standing up and suddenly looking quite serious,"I think I'd better be going now."

I broke into a smile and laughed at him,

"Don't be daft ! I don't care if you like looking at men sometimes,"I said and I beckoned him to get back on the bed."Anyway, it's only for a laugh."We were both still fully dressed at this point but thanks to the vodka, we were also both"3 sheets to the breaking wind"as they say !

As he settled back on the bed beside me, I sneakily put my arm over behind the pillow as he sat back and before he knew it, I had my arm around his shoulder next to me. He was warm and a bit sweaty after our tussling, his male smell filling my senses with his pheromones. When he felt my arm over him, he jumped and sat forward on the bed. He turned his face to calculate at me with a mixture of bewilderment and fear that held me transfixed as we stared at each other.
"aspect, I said I'm not.…."he hesitated,"I'm not really gay.….. it's just…."

I interrupted him,"How can you not REALLY be gay ?"I said, using quotation-marks in the air with my finger's breadth."I just made a whirl at you and you're still sitting here."I raised my eye-brows and gave him my best"You've been rumbled"aspect. Then I raised my arm in resignation and said,"I promise I won't do anything, if you don't like it but why don't we just sit and watch the film ? You know you'd like to. Just relax !"

Rather nervously he eventually admitted that he supposed he was gay but that his family was very religious and he had never let on, to them or anyone. He had had sex with his girl-friend and tried to win over himself he was"pattern"; so apart from a screw up or two with a mate when they were both 15, he hadn't had any gay experience. From me, all this got an unfold access that I was gay but I promised I wouldn't embarrass him.

I poured us both some more vodka and the conclusion of the tonic and hesitantly, he sat back on the bed beside me and we began watching the movie. Within 10 bit, a lot more had been revealed on-screen than in the elbow room so far ! I was alternating between looking at the sieve and looking at his genitals beside me, still tightly clad in his Joseph Black quagmire. He was getting aroused by the images on screen ; his bulge was now very obviously divided by the seam of his pant and now there was a clear-cut extra bulge down the leg nearest to me. I casually placed my hand on his thigh.

He pretended to keep watching the TV but he knew what I was doing ; and he did nothing to intercept me. I began exploring his inner thigh and then - that bulge. As soon as I touched him there, he drew a short ingestion of breath and as I turned to attend up to his face, his middle were closed and his os frontale furrowed.

I raised my hand to meet the easygoing tegument of the side of his face and turned his capitulum toward me.
"Open your heart,"I said softly.

He did as I commanded and looked at me. His large brown eyes were widely dilated and they looked into mine with a mix of pleading and sadness. Our faces were just column inch apart and I wasn't sure that he was clear what he wanted to do, so I simply closed the gap and touched his brim with my own, softly kissing him. He moaned.

"No thoroughly ?"I said.

"Oh yeah,"he sighed, and blinked,"I've just never let a guy do that to me before."

"wellspring, why don't you do it to me this time ?"I suggested and smiled at him. He slowly leaned toward me and as we met, this fourth dimension our lips melted into each other and our mouths tasted fully the scrumptious juices of the other, the flesh of clapper and the hot breathing place of passion. He knew how to buss alright ; he'd just never been able to try it on a man before ! And he liked it !

In moments, I had his shirt off him and we were writhing about on the bed. The centre of his well-defined thorax was peppered with midget black coil but his stomach was almost hairless, apart from a tantalizing melodic phrase of little gyre from his belly-button down to his waist-band. At last, he allowed me to unmake his trousers and draw out down the zip of his fly sheet, allowing the sloshed bulge contained within his white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs to expand as if inflated like a life-jacket ! All roadblock broken now, I whipped-off my own shirt and jumped into position between his legs, pulling his trousers down to his thighs. I leaned forward, pushing my side into his groin, inhaling the musky sweatiness of this, his well-nigh intimate body region. As I played with his bulge in my oral cavity, still clad in its white cotton coating, I felt his reed organ flooding to manhood, expanding and hardening as I played with it. He was moaning again, most definitely in pleasance !

From his recumbent position, he opened his heart, sat up and seize me. With his mitt either side of my physical structure, he threw me over on my back on the other side of the bed and, in a clumsy and frantic motility, he threw away his half-removed pant and began feverishly undoing mine. He had my erect peter out and in his hand before I knew what had hit me ! He immediately began stroking my prepuce up and down over my cock-head, already wet with pre-cum juices and now oozing more droplets under his trace. He looked puzzled.

"You haven't cum already, have you ?"he said, looking up at me, slightly disappointed. I smiled and explained that it was pre-cum ; also that some men, like him, don't produce it much but that I was what might be termed"a dribbler ”.
"Wow !"he said, his eyes all-embracing and fascinated, as another cliff of pre-cum oozed from my pussy and dribbled down over his finger's breadth. He hesitated, staring at the gummy substance and then he put his fingers in his mouth and tasted my juices.
"Hmm ! Salty,"he said as he teased More pre-cum from my aching dick. If he carried on like this, I thought to myself, he would create me cum before we had got all our clothes off, so I would bear to lease charge again !

"right hand, that's enough of that,"I said, as I pushed him off me and over onto his binding, throwing off my half-removed trousers and underclothes. I grabbed at the waist of his legal brief and pulled them off, revealing what I can only draw as one of the most handsome and well-proportioned harmonium I have laid hired man on. He was untrimmed and probably a good 8 inches upright, with a perfect girth-to-length ratio and a colour that was slightly darker than the rest of his body. Around the base was a slap-up forest of tight black curls but his beautiful, large, wickedness brown balls were almost hairless and tightly bunched. I took his organ in my hands and slowly pulled the prepuce to reveal a penis-head that seemed almost pink in comparison with the residuum of him. I closed my lips around it and ran my tongue along the underside of his instrument. He tasted hot, biting and ….

"Oh roll in the hay !"he groaned,"Oh screwing !"

It was obvious he was going to cum easily ; my only problem was making him endure ! I stopped blowing him and began running my finger's breadth lightly up and down the incline of his torso. I knew by now that he was ticklish but provided I could avoid him bursting into fits of giggles again, I figured he would be particularly sensitive to my speck. I was right and with his mouth spacious capable, he began gasping for air, as the nerve-endings up and down his body sent wave upon wafture of pleasance signaling to his brain.

My fingers traced lot, over and around, up and down his English and under his arm-pits, pleasuring his body. I was kneeling between his second joint and as I leaned forward over his physical structure, my oozing cock teased across his balls and his own tumescent tool, lying against his belly. Each sentence our organs touched, I felt his tool almost jump towards mine. I tweaked and played with his teat, then I began kissing his physical structure all over ; his biceps, his neck, his pepper chest, his hairless belly, his hip-bones, his inner thigh, his ….. he was make. I lay down on him, my arm under his back, gripping his shoulders ; our bodies exchanging heat, our 4 balls in conglutination, our erect pipe organ alongside each other, pressed upwards, hard between our stomachs.

As I put my face into the scruff of his neck and began nibbling his ear and kissing his neck, I gently slid my dead body up and down against his own, aided by my now plentiful pre-cum lubricating any friction between us. He began to pant again ; unawares, sharp breathing time as I continued kissing the nape of his neck, and with a sudden, flash exhale of breath, I felt his body lurch beneath me, as his common sense went into overburden and he reached sexual climax. I felt his organ, hard and throbbing against my tum, as he came between us and his man-fluids overflowed between our two body. He was gripping postponement of me with his mitt clasped tightly over my buttocks, pressing me against his body in a tightening grip, his finger-nails digging into my tender impudence, as shiver after shudder, he came in my embrace. All this was too much for me too. From deep inside my aching groin, my cum rose towards its explosion, coarsing up through my body, as I shot load after consignment of creamy succus onto his hot and heaving, slippery, chocolate-brown body.
Finally sated, we remained laying against one another, each breathing heavily, our hearts pounding against our still heaving pectus. In that sybaritic post-coital moment, as we reveled in the afterglow, torn between contented exhaustion and the unpleasant reality of cleaning up the mess, his Mobile River telephone set rang - somewhere deep in his trousers, in a pile on the floor.

"Oh God, sorry !"he apologized,"I'm supposed to be on call ; I've got to answer it !"

It was 1.30 am when two very mussy, tricky trunk separated, as I rolled off him and he leapt to happen his phone. Standing naked in the half-light of the elbow room before me, the light reflecting off the steamy creamy mess still dribbling down his hefty torso, his still semi-erect electronic organ stuck out in dark silhouette as he talked on the phone.

"…….Ok, I'll come right down ; I'll be just a second,"he was saying.

And so it was that he made a festinate and apologetic exit, and left a loading of wet toilet tissue on the bed for me to think back him by. I had one Sir Thomas More night in that motel……… ...