I was taking a short rupture in the Second Earl of Guilford of England - better not say where - and I had booked a room at one of those"budget"hotels that you in the USA call option"Motels ”. In the UK, they are usually built next to, or near to, a cheap eating place owned by the same hotel mathematical group and have grown into 2 or 3 chains of popular, cheap hotels ; make clean and modern but with very few frills.

I say few furbelow ; all rooms have en-suite facilities, Saratoga chip clean plane and TV. Some even have internet military service or cable TV but it was the issuance of the TV that caused the job on this occasion. Digital TV was in its infancy at the metre, 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 change room before, when the TV ikon has been so bad to be unwatchable. This sentence, before unpacking my cup of tea, I checked the TV to defecate sure it was OK. It wasn't - and my spunk sank. But I am a stickler for my entitlements, so I went back down to the front end desk and told the young noblewoman there. She said the Manager would come and check it for me.
True enough, there was a knock at the doorway a few mo later and there he was. I suppose I am allowed to say this but the first thing I noticed was that he was black ;"Afro-Caribbean"to be accurate. I say this without any reserve because, even in these clip of political correctness, you can't service but observation these things !

However, that wasn't all I noticed. He was Lester Willis Young - about 26-28, about 5'10 ”, slim and with lovely big dark browned eyes and a rounded nozzle that was just liberal enough to be sexy without being squat. He was soft-skinned and clean-shaven but even against his gorgeous chocolate-colored hide, you could see a 5 o'clock apparition - or is it 6 o'clock ? Anyway, the tight Curl of his black hair were cut neat and short and his skin skin colour was, frankly,"soft as a babe's bum"as we say here in the UK !

And speaking of a infant's bum, he was wearing Shirley Temple Black slacks which were - well, rather snuggery. I tried not to let my eye wander. After all, there was a potentiality contention looming. He was carrying another TV.

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

"Hmm,"he said. He set the excess 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 sort of things that I knew wouldn't employment and then said,

"The trouble is, the reception's not very good here. I keep asking promontory Office to do something about the aerial."

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

So I told him that, having booked 3 Nox, I was in not well-chosen to bear no TV to watch and that he should move me to another room where the TV worked properly. As I had done this before with succeeder, I figured it might work this time too. However, to this musical theme he to took in a abstruse breath through his teeth and said,

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

Now, it could have gone a number of ways at this point ; I had driven nearly 200 miles that day and was tired, wanted a tub and a meal ; AND A DRINK ! And I wanted to watch the damn TV ! I didn't want to cancel the booking now, only to have to incur another hotel tonight. So I just told him this wasn't well enough, that I gave his company mass of my business one way or another, and that I was going to defecate one hell of a stink about this as soon as I got home. What about a refund ? That got him a petty nervous and he started shifting his weight from one hip to the former - I could recount he was trying to think of what to do.

"tone,"he finally said,"I've got a digital decoder in my flatbed. I could let you use that ; if I can get it to work in here, you'd have much More than the usual television channel too."
He looked at me with his eye-brows raised, seeking agreement ; he looked directly into my oculus, almost pleading with me. Call me a snap but that always does it for me !

I knew that the director 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 minutes later with his decoder.

He spent the next 15-20 minutes setting it up, while I sat on the bed watching his every move. From behind, I got a lovely view of his rounded muscular hind end, clad tightly in those snug Negro trouser. He was wearing a blench aristocratical polo-shirt and his subdivision were stiff and developed, like he worked-out at a gym but not excessively. And while his shirt was initially tucked into the top of his fatal trousers when he arrived, with all the bending down, stretching and crouching under the worktop, it had pulled loose - revealing the dark brown cutis of the small of his back and the white waist-band of his"Calvin Klein"underwear. I ruled out boxer-shorts immediately but I began wondering whether he wore briefs or boxer-briefs. ignominy on me, I was getting interested !

I began making conversation and established that his name was James, he was 26 and lived in the flat on his own and had worked elsewhere for the society before transferring here recently to get a promotion. His stress wasn't local anaesthetic and I discovered that he had moved from down south to take this job, so he was away from his friends and his kin. I didn't get as far as finding out if his"family"included a wife or girl-friend but I made us both tea from the tea-tray in the elbow room and tried to be skillful to him. He was trying his ripe, after all - and he was rather cute.

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

"It's only terrestrial,"he said,"you know, like from the antenna, not satellite ; but generally, even when the signaling is weakly, it's usually right than the analogue picture. And you get the other channels too."I was beginning to like 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 right itself but I'm on the night-shift tonight, so if anything goes wrong, you'll find me at the desk."

With that, he tidied-up and left, leaving me with an erection that needed attention and a pair of slightly dampish underpants where I had been juicing myself with pre-cum for the utmost 20 minutes !

My first evening was uneventful, inasmuch as I enjoyed a good evening's TV. There was just one curious thing though - two of the extra digital channels listed in his decipherer's communication channel list seemed to be pay-per-view sex transmission channel. Not being a cable TV subscriber myself, I was unfamiliar with them but when I clicked on one of them, the preview was definitely gay and it asked for a 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 repast at the restaurant. He was at the desk on his own and I stopped to gossip, smiling at him as I approached. He put his head on one slope 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 catch now, thanks to me ?"I grinned, being cheeky but trying to be friendly at the same clip. He shrugged and then looked up at me, with his head on one slope 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 enough - or naïve enough ? Probably neither, I thought.
But then to my surprise he said,

"You good ?"

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

And with that, I went back to the way and began to panic. I took a bathing tub and made sure I was looking my adept, while trying not to make it look too obvious that I was trying to look my just ! Then I waited.
There was a knock 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 plastic carrier-bag in one bridge player and, as he came into the room, he produced from it a bottle of vodka, a bottle of tonic, two stern of Coca Cola and a couple of tumblers.

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

We hit it off right 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 learn ? So believe it or not, we settled down with our drinks and crisps on the bed and half-watched, half-chatted our way through the following couple of time of day.

By the time"endeavour"finished, we were both quite relaxed. We'd sot over half the bottle of vodka and he kept getting convulsion of the giggles at my little jokes. His jest was infectious and his grinning was lovely ! Like so many Afro-Caribbean Guy, his sass were duncical and his oral fissure was wide ; his tooth were even and brilliant-white against the chocolate-colour of his face and his trimmed pointed side-whiskers made him look - well, fucking gorgeous !

Mind you, he had a shy side to him too, which I found endearing. I established that he was 1 and that there was a"sort-of girl-friend"( whatever that is ! ) but he was vague, even coy, on whether or not she was his"significant other ”. He wasn't in any haste to go back to his compressed though, and it was now well past 12.30. When he came back from having a pee in the privy, I was idly going down the list of channels on the TV.

"What else have we got to watch here, I wonder ?"I said, followed by a surprised,"hullo, 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 control from me, laughing nervously.

"Nah, you don't wan na ascertain that !"he said. But I fought back and tried to grab the outside off him. We tangled on the bed, him getting the giggles again when I discovered he was ticklish ; so that just made it sorry, as I continued to tantalize and vellicate 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 base with a flash"clunk ”. I now had the remote in my mitt and a erection straining inside my underwear.

"Hmm, I'm curious,"I said, as I pressed the transmission channel number."Here, it says it wants your account number - come on, give us the act 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 flooring, 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 smiling 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 stage but thanks to the vodka, we were also both"3 sheets to the 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 articulatio humeri next to me. He was ardent and a bit sweaty after our tussling, his virile aroma 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 look at me with a motley of befuddlement and fearfulness that held me transfixed as we stared at each other.
"Look, 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 fingers."I just made a pass at you and you're still sitting here."I raised my eye-brows and gave him my dependable"You've been rumbled"look. Then I raised my arm in surrender 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 convince himself he was"formula"; so apart from a bumble or two with a mate when they were both 15, he hadn't had any gay experience. From me, all this got an open admission that I was gay but I promised I wouldn't embarrass him.

I poured us both some to a greater extent vodka and the finale of the tonic water and hesitantly, he sat back on the bed beside me and we began watching the movie. Within 10 minutes, a lot More had been revealed on-screen than in the room so far ! I was alternating between looking at the screenland and looking at his crotch beside me, still tightly clad in his inkiness falling off. He was getting aroused by the images on screen ; his prominence was now very obviously divided by the seam of his pant and now there was a discrete extra extrusion down the leg nearest to me. I casually placed my hand on his thigh.

He pretended to go along watching the TV but he knew what I was doing ; and he did goose egg to stop me. I began exploring his inner thigh and then - that jut. As soon as I touched him there, he drew a short intake of breath and as I turned to attend up to his aspect, his eyes were closed and his forehead furrowed.

I raised my hand to touch the soft tegument of the position of his face and turned his head toward me.
"outdoors your center,"I said softly.

He did as I commanded and looked at me. His large brownness eyes were widely dilated and they looked into mine with a miscellany of pleading and lugubriousness. Our faces were just column inch apart and I wasn't sure that he was gain what he wanted to do, so I simply closed the gap and touched his lips 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."

"well, 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 sentence our lips melted into each early and our mouthpiece tasted fully the luscious succus of the early, the flesh of tongues and the hot breathing place of passionateness. He knew how to kiss alright ; he'd just never been able to try it on a man before ! And he liked it !

In minute, I had his shirt off him and we were writhing about on the bed. The centre of his well-defined breast was peppered with tiny shameful curls but his stomach was almost hairless, apart from a tantalizing business line of piffling curls from his belly-button down to his waist-band. At death, he allowed me to undo his trousers and rip down the zip of his fly, allowing the mingy prominence contained within his Andrew Dickson White Calvin Klein boxer-briefs to amplify as if inflated like a life-jacket ! All barriers broken now, I whipped-off my own shirt and jumped into position between his peg, pulling his trousers down to his thighs. I leaned forward, pushing my grimace into his groin, inhaling the musky sweatiness of this, his most intimate body region. As I played with his extrusion in my mouth, still clad in its Patrick White cotton covering, I felt his Hammond organ flooding to manhood, expanding and hardening as I played with it. He was moaning again, most definitely in pleasure !

From his recumbent position, he opened his middle, sat up and take hold of me. With his hands either side of my physical structure, he threw me over on my binding on the other position of the bed and, in a clumsy and frantic move, he threw away his half-removed trousers and began feverishly undoing mine. He had my erect cock out and in his manus before I knew what had hit me ! He immediately began stroking my foreskin up and down over my cock-head, already wet with pre-cum juice and now oozing more droplets under his touch modality. He looked puzzled.

"You haven't cum already, have you ?"he said, looking up at me, slightly defeated. 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 centre wide and trance, as another drop of pre-cum oozed from my dent and dribbled down over his fingers. He hesitated, staring at the sticky substance and then he put his finger's breadth in his mouth and tasted my juices.
"Hmm ! Salty,"he said as he teased more than pre-cum from my aching pecker. If he carried on like this, I thought to myself, he would score me cum before we had got all our clothes off, so I would have to have commission again !

"rightfield, that's enough of that,"I said, as I pushed him off me and over onto his back, throwing off my half-removed trousers and underwear. I grabbed at the waist of his briefs and pulled them off, revealing what I can only describe as one of the most bountiful and well-proportioned organs I have laid men on. He was unmown and probably a goodness 8 column inch raise, with a complete girth-to-length ratio and a colour that was slightly coloured than the residue of his consistence. Around the radical was a neat wood of soaked black curls but his beautiful, boastfully, blue brown musket ball were almost hairless and tightly bunched. I took his organ in my manus and slowly pulled the foreskin to reveal a penis-head that seemed almost ping in comparison with the rest of him. I closed my lips around it and ran my knife along the undersurface of his tool. He tasted hot, bitterness and ….

"Oh fuck !"he groaned,"Oh fuck !"

It was obvious he was going to cum easily ; my only problem was making him final stage ! I stopped blowing him and began running my digit lightly up and down the English of his trunk. I knew by now that he was touchy but provided I could avoid him bursting into fits of giggles again, I figured he would be particularly sensitive to my trace. I was right and with his mouth wide open, he began gasping for air, as the nerve-endings up and down his body sent wave upon moving ridge of delight signals to his brain.

My fingers traced circles, over and around, up and down his face and under his arm-pits, pleasuring his body. I was kneeling between his thighs and as I leaned forward over his body, my oozing cock teased across his balls and his own tumescent tool, lying against his stomach. Each time our organs touched, I felt his dick almost leap towards mine. I tweaked and played with his mammilla, then I began kissing his body all over ; his biceps, his neck opening, his pelt pectus, his hairless abdomen, his hip-bones, his interior thighs, his ….. he was fix. I lay down on him, my arms under his back, gripping his shoulders ; our bodies exchanging warmth, our 4 balls in conglutination, our erect organs 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 body up and down against his own, aided by my now copious pre-cum lubricating any detrition between us. He began to gasp again ; suddenly, sharp breathing place as I continued kissing the nape of his neck, and with a sudden, loud exhale of breathing spell, I felt his consistence lurch beneath me, as his skunk went into overload and he reached sexual climax. I felt his electric organ, arduous and throbbing against my stomach, as he came between us and his man-fluids overflowed between our two consistence. He was gripping hold of me with his custody clasped tightly over my buttocks, pressing me against his consistency in a tightening clench, his finger-nails digging into my tender boldness, as shudder after shiver, he came in my embrace. All this was too much for me too. From deep inside my aching mole, my cum rose towards its explosion, coarsing up through my dead body, as I shot load after load of creamy succus onto his hot and heaving, slippery, brown body.
Finally sated, we remained laying against one another, each breathing heavily, our substance pounding against our still heaving chest. In that luxuriant post-coital moment, as we reveled in the afterglow, torn between contented exhaustion and the unpleasant realness of cleaning up the passel, his mobile sound rang - somewhere deep in his trouser, in a pile on the floor.

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

It was 1.30 am when two very mussy, slippery bodies separated, as I rolled off him and he leapt to find his phone. Standing naked in the half-light of the room before me, the light reflecting off the sticky creamy mess still dribbling down his muscular torso, his still semi-erect organ stuck out in dark silhouette as he talked on the earphone.

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

And so it was that he made a hurried and apologetic issue, and left a load of wet toilet tissue on the bed for me to remember him by. I had one more dark in that motel……… ...