Sunday, July 11, 2010

Leaving Las Vegas- Part One

I awoke in the bed of my hotel room to the sound of a man's voice and a pounding on the door. I looked at the clock beside the bed, it was almost noon, a full hour beyond my check-out time. "Fuck" I thought to myself. Then I was surprised to hear a key in the lock. I was groggy, but I called out as I jumped out of bed. Just as I got close to the door, it opened.

Standing in the door-way was a Latino man in a blue uniform. He looked to be in his late twenties, his hair was slicked back and he had a black goatee. Slightly shorter than me, he was thin but muscular and fit into the uniform very well.

I was wearing only my white boxer shorts and was still slightly disoriented and hung-over from the night before. I began to remember that this was the same man that I had seen, and cruised (probably way to obviously), when I came back to the hotel around three in the morning. I had wanted to enjoy my last night in Vegas.

I had moved to the door and was holding on to the door knob from the interior side and he was standing just inside the doorway. I was still a little rattled and wasn't sure what was happening. "Sorry I overslept, I'll just need a little time to check-out" I stammered. He looked into my eyes then down to my boxer shorts. For the first time I became aware that I was showing some morning wood. I let my eyes look down to his snug blue cotton pants. He was showing an impressive bulge pointing-out directly in front of him.

He looked up into my eyes. "You need to put the do-not-disturb sign out so that the maid does not come in." As he said this he reached around for the placard hanging on my side of the door. I felt his hand against mine taking the placard off the knob and then he brushed against my semi-erect cock as he moved it across. His gaze dropped back down to my cock. My prick was even stiffer now forming a tent under the roomy boxers.

I stepped back into the room and let go of the door. He walked into the room and shut the door. I reached out and touched his crotch. He reached around and forcefully grabbed my ass. We moved together toward the bed and kissed. His tongue went hard into my mouth, while his hands continued to rub my ass. I felt his cock pressing against me through his pants.

"What's your name" I asked. "Jamie" he replied "and your name is Eugene." He had done his homework.

I sat on the bed and he started to take off his shirt. His chest was smooth and slightly defined and very dark. He had a thick gold chain and crucifix around his neck. He took his phone from his belt and put it on the nightstand. I got on my knees in front of him and began to untie the laces off his work boots. He sat on the bed while I took off first his left boot and then the right. Jaime's feet were slightly smelly and the white socks damp. After I took off each sock, I began to suck his right big toe and kiss the underside of his foot. He stood up and began to unbuckle his belt. I stood up and took down my boxer shorts. Soon his pants were down, revealing legs covered with thick black hair; a beautiful contrast to his smooth chest.

I sat back down on the bed, still wearing his underwear he walked toward me; I and started to tug at the waist band of his white Jockey shorts, quickly i had jerked them down over his muscular thighs. He had no tan lines. His whole body was the same dark coppery color, except that the shaft of his cock and balls were almost black. On top of his dark shaft was a big gleaming almost salmon colored knob of a head. Curiously he was cut.

I leaned over and started to slowly lick his rod, moving slowly downward. I lovingly caressed each of his egg shaped balls with my tongue. He started to move onto the bed and for the first time I saw that on his right calf he had a tattoo of a cross over a heart. He sat up-right against the headboard with his legs spread wide apart. I crawled between his legs and started to kiss the head of his cock.

He looked down at me and said, "Is this what you want papi?"

(to be continued)

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