It was a fleabag motel…room 220. I knocked and heard his voice reply, “it’s open.” Like his ad said, he was lying there naked…and blindfolded…everything anonymous. I was already hard, and quickly rolled a rubber down the length of my cock. I didn’t see any lube lying around so I spit on my hand and smeared his ass with it. His pussy was already loose and wet…doubt I was the first to respond to his ad.
I shoved my pants down around my ankles and lined up my cock with his hole…slid in easy, just like I thought…not the first. Started pumping away, fast and furious…working up a sweat, and peeling off my shirt as I went.
“Fuck me harder.” he begged. I climbed up on the bed…and took that sonofabitch to poundtown…slamming and grunting, as he pushed back on me. Could feel my nuts tighten as my cock unloaded deep in his ass…a few moe tired thrusts and I pulled out…rubber sliding off as I did…flopping it’s spent load.
“Leave the rubber on the bed, champ,” he requested. So I did…dressed quickly and was on my way back to work before he had a chance to taste it, or smear it in his ass…whatever the hell he had in mind for it. Fifteen minutes after I got back to the office, I saw him get back to the office.
“Hey, champ,” my boss smiled, looking happier than I’d seen him in awhile. “Working hard?”
“Real hard, boss,” I smirked.