I was taking a short gaolbreak 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 telephone call"Motels ”. In the UK, they are usually built future to, or near to, a cheap eating house owned by the same hotel grouping and have grown into 2 or 3 range of mountains of popular, cheap hotels ; clean and modern but with very few frills.

I say few furbelow ; all room have en-suite installation, potato chip uncontaminating plane and TV. Some even have internet services or cable television TV but it was the issuing of the TV that caused the job on this social occasion. Digital TV was in its infancy at the fourth dimension, so things were a bit more primitive person back then !

I was wise to this TV reception problem from the outset because I have had to commute elbow room before, when the TV moving picture has been so bad to be unwatchable. This time, before unpack my grip, I checked the TV to make certain 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 front desk and told the unseasoned dame there. She said the managing director would descend and ascertain it for me.
True enough, there was a knock at the door a few moment later and there he was. I suppose I am allowed to say this but the first affair I noticed was that he was calamitous ;"Afro-Caribbean"to be precise. I say this without any reservations because, even in these times of political correctness, you can't assistant but notice these affair !

However, that wasn't all I noticed. He was untested - about 26-28, about 5'10 ”, slim and with endearing big dark browned eye and a rounded nose that was just broad enough to be sexy without being squat. He was soft-skinned and clean-shaven but even against his gorgeous chocolate-coloured skin, you could see a 5 o'clock dark - or is it 6 o'clock ? Anyway, the tight curls of his fatal hair were cut neat and short and his skin complexion was, frankly,"diffused as a child's bum"as we say here in the UK !

And speechmaking of a babe's bum, he was wearing disgraceful morass which were - well, rather snug. I tried not to let my eyes wander. After all, there was a likely debate 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 groove ; and it was June.

"Hmm,"he said. He set the save 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 work and then said,

"The problem is, the reception's not very good here. I keep asking caput Office 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 forged than others - the further you are from the airy, I dunno really."

So I told him that, having booked 3 nights, I was in not happy to feature no TV to watch and that he should prompt me to another way where the TV worked properly. As I had done this before with success, I figured it might put to work this time too. However, to this thought he to took in a recondite breath through his teeth and said,

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

Now, it could bear gone a identification number of ways at this degree ; I had driven nearly 200 miles that day and was tired, wanted a bath and a meal ; AND A DRINK ! And I wanted to determine the damn TV ! I didn't want to delete the booking now, only to have to find another hotel tonight. So I just told him this wasn't good enough, that I gave his companionship plenty of my business one way or another, and that I was going to make believe one blaze of a foetor about this as soon as I got home. What about a refund ? That got him a little queasy and he started shifting his weight from one hip to the other - I could tell he was trying to consider of what to do.

"tone,"he finally said,"I've got a digital decipherer in my bland. I could let you use that ; if I can get it to exploit in here, you'd have much more than than the common channels 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 duck soup but that always does it for me !

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

"OK, have it a try and see if it works"and he disappeared over to the briny building and came back about 10 minutes later with his decoder.

He spent the next 15-20 mo setting it up, while I sat on the bed watching his every move. From behind, I got a lovely aspect of his assault muscular rear, clad tightly in those snug fatal pant. He was wearing a pale risque polo-shirt and his arms were strong 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 darkness brownish hide of the minuscule of his back and the livid waist-band of his"Calvin Melanie Klein"underwear. I ruled out boxer-shorts immediately but I began wondering whether he wore briefs or boxer-briefs. Shame on me, I was getting occupy !

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

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

"It's only tellurian,"he said,"you know, like from the aerial, not planet ; but generally, even when the signaling is light, it's usually skillful than the analogue movie. And you get the former 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 straight when he then added,

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

With that, he tidied-up and left, leaving me with an erection that needed attention and a duo of slightly dampen underpants where I had been juicing myself with pre-cum for the stopping point 20 instant !

My first evening was uneventful, inasmuch as I enjoyed a good eve's TV. There was just one curious thing though - two of the additional digital channels listed in his decoder's 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 prevue was definitely gay and it asked for a computer code figure."Right !"I thought to myself.

I was out for much of the side by side day and when I returned he wasn't around until later, when I came back from my evening meal 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 side and smiled back.

"Everything OK with the TV ?"he asked.

"Brilliant,"I replied and list on the desk in front 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 Sami time. He shrugged and then looked up at me, with his headspring 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 descend and see 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 serious ?"

"Yeah, why not,"I said,"bring a nursing 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 good turn up."

And with that, I went back to the room and began to panic. I took a bathtub and made certainly I was looking my estimable, while trying not to pretend it count too obvious that I was trying to look my best ! Then I waited.
There was a whang at the room access at 9.45 and he explained that the night-shift guy had come on former and did I mind ? He had a pliant carrier-bag in one hired hand and, as he came into the room, he produced from it a bottle of vodka, a feeding bottle of tonic, two buttocks of nose candy and a dyad 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 machine 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"endeavor"on one of the TV channels at 10.30. Did I want to watch ? 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 adjacent couple of minute.

By the sentence"Enterprise"finished, we were both quite relaxed. We'd drunk over half the bottle of vodka and he kept getting fits of the giggles at my little jokes. His laugh was infectious and his smile was lovely ! Like so many Afro-Caribbean guys, his sass were slurred and his mouth was wide ; his dentition were even and brilliant-white against the chocolate-colour of his facial expression and his trimmed pointed burnside made him take care - well, fucking gorgeous !

Mind you, he had a shy face 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 vague, even coy, on whether or not she was his"significant early ”. He wasn't in any hurry to go back to his monotonous though, and it was now well past 12.30. When he came back from having a pee in the bathroom, 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 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 determine that !"he said. But I fought back and tried to snaffle 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 worse, as I continued to tease and tickle him until I managed to get him tangled in the eiderdown and he began squealing like a slight kid - and then fell off the bed onto the floor with a tatty"thump ”. I now had the remote in my hand and a hard-on straining inside my underwear.

"Hmm, I'm odd,"I said, as I pressed the line routine."Here, it says it wants your history number - come on, give us the number then !"He was still sitting on the floor and his psyche 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 spot on the story, unsure what to say.
"I'm not gay,"he protested, standing up and suddenly looking quite serious,"I think I'd substantially 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 stage but thanks to the vodka, we were also both"3 piece of paper 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 manly aroma filling my sens 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 mixture of bafflement and care that held me transfixed as we stared at each other.
"flavor, 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."I just made a pass at you and you're still sitting here."I raised my eye-brows and gave him my best"You've been rumbled"tone. 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 kin was very spiritual 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"normal"; so apart from a fumble or two with a Ilex paraguariensis when they were both 15, he hadn't had any gay experience. From me, all this got an give admission that I was gay but I promised I wouldn't embarrass him.

I poured us both some more than vodka and the last-place of the tonic and hesitantly, he sat back on the bed beside me and we began watching the movie. Within 10 minutes, a lot more than had been revealed on-screen than in the room so far ! I was alternating between looking at the screen and looking at his crotch beside me, still tightly clad in his black slacks. He was getting aroused by the images on screen ; his hump was now very obviously divided by the seam of his trousers and now there was a distinct 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 zippo to stop me. I began exploring his inner thigh and then - that bulge. As soon as I touched him there, he drew a short-circuit intake of breath and as I turned to count up to his facial expression, his eyes were closed and his os frontale furrowed.

I raised my deal to come to the gentle skin of the side of his boldness and turned his forefront toward me.
"Open your eyes,"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 salmagundi of pleading and sadness. Our faces were just in apart and I wasn't sure that he was readable what he wanted to do, so I simply closed the gap and touched his backtalk with my own, softly kissing him. He moaned.

"No safe ?"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 meter our brim melted into each other and our mouths tasted fully the red-hot succus of the other, the form of clapper and the hot breath of cacoethes. He knew how to kiss 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 bureau was peppered with tiny black curls but his stomach was almost hairless, apart from a tantalizing line of minuscule curls from his belly-button down to his waist-band. At last, he allowed me to undo his trousers and rive down the zip of his flies, allowing the tight hump contained within his white Jean Chauvin 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 office between his leg, pulling his trousers down to his thighs. I leaned forward, pushing my facial expression into his breakwater, inhaling the musky sweatiness of this, his almost informal torso area. As I played with his bulge in my lip, still clad in its whiteness cotton plant cover, I felt his organ flooding to manhood, expanding and hardening as I played with it. He was moaning again, most definitely in joy !

From his recumbent position, he opened his middle, sat up and grabbed me. With his mitt either side of my body, he threw me over on my back on the early face of the bed and, in a clumsy and frenetic relocation, he threw away his half-removed trousers and began feverishly undoing mine. He had my erect tool out and in his hired hand 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 juices and now oozing more droplets under his touch. He looked puzzled.

"You haven't cum already, have you ?"he said, looking up at me, slightly frustrated. 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 drooler ”.
"Wow !"he said, his eyes panoptic and fascinated, as another drop of pre-cum oozed from my slit and dribbled down over his finger's breadth. He hesitated, staring at the sticky substance and then he put his fingers in his lip and tasted my juices.
"Hmm ! Salty,"he said as he teased Sir Thomas More pre-cum from my aching pecker. If he carried on like this, I thought to myself, he would prepare me cum before we had got all our apparel off, so I would have to bring charge again !

"Right, that's enough of that,"I said, as I pushed him off me and over onto his backbone, 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 distinguish as one of the most handsome and well-proportioned organs I have laid hands on. He was uncut and probably a good 8 inch tumid, with a perfect girth-to-length ratio and a colour that was slightly darker than the rest of his physical structure. Around the pedestal was a groovy timber of taut black scroll but his beautiful, large, dark brown balls were almost hairless and tightly bunched. I took his harmonium in my hands and slowly pulled the foreskin to unwrap a penis-head that seemed almost pink in comparison with the ease of him. I closed my sassing around it and ran my tongue along the underside of his tool. He tasted hot, blistering and ….

"Oh piece of tail !"he groaned,"Oh fuck !"

It was obvious he was going to cum easily ; my entirely problem was making him last ! I stopped blowing him and began running my fingers lightly up and down the sides of his torso. I knew by now that he was touchy but provided I could annul him bursting into tantrum of giggles again, I figured he would be particularly sensitive to my hint. I was correctly and with his back talk wide-cut open, he began gasping for air, as the nerve-endings up and down his torso sent wave upon wave of pleasure sign to his brain.

My digit traced circles, over and around, up and down his English and under his arm-pits, pleasuring his consistence. I was kneeling between his thighs and as I leaned forward over his soundbox, my oozing cock teased across his testis and his own tumescent putz, lying against his venter. Each metre our organs touched, I felt his tool almost jump towards mine. I tweaked and played with his nipples, then I began kissing his body all over ; his biceps, his neck opening, his peppered thorax, his hairless abdominal cavity, his hip-bones, his inner thighs, his ….. he was ready. I lay down on him, my sleeve under his back, gripping his shoulders ; our bodies exchanging warmth, our 4 clump in coalescence, our erect electric organ alongside each other, pressed upwards, hard between our stomachs.

As I put my grimace into the nape of his neck and began nibbling his ear and kissing his neck, I gently slid my trunk up and down against his own, aided by my now copious pre-cum lubricating any detrition between us. He began to gasp again ; myopic, needlelike breathing place as I continued kissing the scruff of his neck opening, and with a sudden, flash exhale of breathing space, I felt his body lurch beneath me, as his senses went into overburden and he reached orgasm. I felt his organ, hard and throbbing against my stomach, as he came between us and his man-fluids overflowed between our two trunk. He was gripping postponement of me with his deal clasped tightly over my buttocks, pressing me against his body in a tightening grip, his finger-nails digging into my cutter impudence, as shudder after tremor, he came in my embracing. 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 cargo of creamy juice onto his hot and heaving, slippery, dark-brown body.
Finally sated, we remained laying against one another, each breathing heavily, our hearts pounding against our still heaving thorax. In that luxuriant post-coital minute, as we reveled in the afterglow, torn between contented exhaustion and the unpleasant reality of cleaning up the mess, his mobile phone rang - somewhere deep in his trousers, in a megabucks 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 messy, slippery bodies separated, as I rolled off him and he leapt to get his phone. Standing naked in the half-light of the room before me, the alight reflecting off the gluey creamy raft still dribbling down his muscular torso, his still semi-erect organ stuck out in dark silhouette as he talked on the telephone set.

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

And so it was that he made a look sharp and apologetic departure, and left a freight of wet toilet tissue on the bed for me to think back him by. I had one Thomas More Nox in that motel……… ...