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"I also just finished a 9000+ novel that I've been working on and I hope to send it out to the people who are interested and willing to send me a few bucks to help me out with the time I spent on it, here's the first part of it ;)
Hey, it’s Danny again. I’m back to tell you about more of my adventures as the hottest fuck in town, any town. This one happened to me just a few weeks ago when I went to Seattle for a bodybuilding contest. This work is a non-fiction (meaning it really happened) the names of people and locations may have been altered to protect their identities. Enjoy!
Chapter One
I had been in my car for three days when I finally arrived in Seattle. It was just after six in the evening and it was raining, no big surprise, and traffic was a bitch. I was tired and wanted to sleep, after all, tomorrow I was competing in the Northwest Mr. Midnight bodybuilding competition at some place called Neighbors. My sponsors advised me that the best place to stay was the Empire Motel on Capitol Hill. It was where many of the other competitors registered, so I figured, what the fuck.
When I pulled into the Empire's parking lot it looked more like the Dump Motel to me, and I considered looking elsewhere. However, being tired and having to compete the next day made me shut my engine off, take my bags and myself into the dimly lit office.
Once inside, I could see that the exterior was deceiving. The lobby was clean, very nicely furnished, and bright, and it only looked dim because the windows were tinted. The guy behind the counter was also a surprise. He was hot! His purple name badge said he was Tyson, and that he was glad to be able to serve me. Tyson's shoulder's were broad, his waist and hips narrow, and his chest sported two large, thick pec muscles and nipples that demanded to be seen, even through the thick fabric of his shirt. His hair was dark and cut very short, almost a military cut. He was looking down, doing something with some papers so I had to get his attention.
“Tyson!” I said loudly and with command in my voice.
Tyson jumped and looked up.
“I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't hear you come in. How may I help you?” Tyson's pale blue eyes had a darker blue ring around the iris, just like mine, which made them very arresting, and his smile was white and sincere.
I felt my cock jump as the handsome man looked me in the eyes. This guy's face and eyes held me like a clinched fist. His cheekbones were high, his lips were not too full and shaped like they were excepting a kiss. There was only the slightest hint of a beard line and his ears were small and held close to his head. I love small ears, they really turned me on. Suddenly I wasn't that tired anymore and decided I wanted this man, to fuck and keep my bed warm for the night.
“Yeah, I have a reservation,” I said directly into those sexy eyes. “My name is Danny . . .”
“Yes, sir,” Tyson interrupted. “I recognize you from your picture in the program for tomorrow. Besides, which other contestant has that sexy Australian accent? I have your paperwork here. I’ve looking forward to your arrival.”
“Is that so?” I asked. “Why is that?”
I could see from the look in his eyes he wanted to say, 'Why is that?! Don't you own a fucking mirror?' but instead he said, “You’re the last of the competitors to arrive, and personally, my money's on you.” Again, that smile. Was that a twinkle in those ringed eyes? I knew from that look that tonight was a sure thing. I finished registering, got directions to the room, and collected my key card.
“Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Tyson asked.
“Yes, come to my room at ten-thirty,” I said with finality and turned to go to my room.
“But I don't get off work until eleven.”
“And use your passkey, if I'm in bed I don't want to have to get up to answer the door.”
“But . . .”
“Ten-thirty,” I said without stopping or turning around. I heard Tyson pick up the phone and begin dialing as I left the lobby.
Mine was room 301; it was clean, and didn't smell like smoke or mildew. The large queen sized bed had a padded headboard, someone had planned ahead. The carpet looked new and the art on the walls wasn’t from Sears. This was good; I hate the old American motel-style decorations.
I opened the drawer in the table beside the bed and there were condoms, personal wipes, and a medium sized bottle of clear liquid lube, still sealed. I was beginning to like this place; all the comforts of home.
At ten-twenty five, I got into the shower. My body was dirty and smelly from the trip and I wanted to wash and relax before bed. My bet was that Tyson liked his men sweaty and a bit dirty as well, but I knew that I'd be in no mood to get up and shower after fucking Tyson's tight ass. So, I soaped my pecs, and tweaked the nipples just for fun. My large hands ran over the ripples of my stomach and down to wash my impressive cock and hairy balls. I washed my strong thighs and then up the crack of my hard ass.
The shower door opened and there was Tyson, naked and erect. His body was totally tanned with no swimsuit outline. His uncut cock held closely to his flat stomach and his balls were hairless, but his pubes were dense and black.
Good, I said to myself, that means no hairy ass crack. I hate a hairy asshole.
Tyson's foreskin was pulled about halfway back by his hard eight-inch cock and the head was nicely shaped, and a raspberry-purple color. His cock was of average thickness and smooth, no bulging veins. His body was hairless except for a dusting around his navel. Tyson's meaty pecs had quarter-sized areolas and those perk nipples I’d noticed earlier.
“Am I late?” Tyson asked.
Before he could step in the shower, I said, “Turn around and show me your ass.”
Tyson hesitated for only a second then did as I said. His ass was also smooth, hairless, and muscled. I knew I was gonna enjoy fucking this man.
“Get in.”
Tyson got in and closed the door. The water was hot at first, but he quickly melted into it and he faced me dutifully waiting for instructions.
Referring to my body, “Show me what you like the most,” I said.
Without hesitation, Tyson grabbed my limp cock, brought his mouth down hard on my nipples, and began to suck and nibble. He squeezed my cock tightly and stroked it.
“That's a good boy, Tyson, play with my tits. Suck hard and bite hard, that'll get my cock ready for your ass.”
Tyson continued servicing my big pecs and stroking my cock as it elongated and thickened. He lifted his face to mine.
“May I kiss you, sir?”
“Once. I like kissing best when you have my cum on your breath.”
When we kissed he used his tongue to good advantage. I could tell he'd give good head with that tongue. I was ready now, and I pushed down on his nice round deltoids, and he immediately dropped and gazed longingly at my hard hot cock.
“Suck it.”
Tyson took my heavy meat into his mouth and sucked. The hot water of the shower rained down on his head as he made love to the pork sword before him. He held my big balls and pulled down on my scrotum. He licked up the underside of my cock and bit the tender skin of the shaft. His tongue played wildly over my plum-sized head and probed at the piss slit.
I held Tyson's wet head and slowly drove my cock deep into his throat. Tyson took my gift without a single sign of reticence, a real pro cocksucker. The satiny softness of his throat made my glans swell. I felt the muscles of his throat work the head as his lips and tongue continued to pleasure my shaft. I fucked the man's mouth with long even strokes. Within a few seconds, Tyson had synchronized his breathing with my thrusts, which enabled him to take my big cock deep into his throat repeatedly without losing his breath or gagging....."