I stood under the narrow canopy that ran along the front of the motel, with blue columns evenly spaced along its length. I stretched, twisting my back, then looked through the trees at the lights of the front two buildings of the motel. They sat in a wide v-pattern with a narrow gap between them, and in front of them, the curved drive lined with parking that connected to the old two-lane mountain road. I was at a third building, on a higher terrace of land on the side of the mountain. Whereas the two lower buildings were freshly painted blue with new plantings along the sidewalks and canopy, this upper building had yet to receive the same renovation. Trees concealed it from the road so no one below would know it had peeling paint, a canopy that leaked, the soffit stained at each one, and doors that squeaked and didn’t latch properly, and windows that one had to struggle to slide open if they would open at all. It was worse inside, with carpets that looked fifty years old, beds covered in old blankets that were starting to look threadbare. The only improvements were new flat screen televisions and a coat of fresh paint on the walls. The Blue Star Motel I uttered aloud smirking at my misfortune that caused me to be here.
Dad had found another old car, a 65 Caprice, a convertible that he had forbade me to lower the top, afraid it would not go back up. He had bought it sight unseen and then planned on making a trip to retrieve it. But a merger required him to be in Boston, so retrieving the car fell to me, his youngest son. I thought it would be easy. I was home for the summer from college where I had just finished my freshman year, and this would give me an excuse to go to Asheville.
A friend was going to Knoxville for a cousin’s wedding, so we planned on going to Asheville together for some fun before he dropped me off. After hitting local bars for most of the night, the next morning he took me to the house of the man who sold the car and hit the road for Knoxville. I threw my overnight bag in the back seat and headed east back to Raleigh. I had not gone far, and the Caprice began to act up, then stalled out, leaving me on the side of the road.
A tow truck ride to a small shop and a diagnosis that required a part not in stock, I ended up walking a mile to get to the nearest place I could get a room for one or two nights. The Blue Star Motel had looked so good when I climbed up the steep drive, but when I saw how full the parking lot in front had been, I knew my bad luck could rear its head again. Luckily there was a room available in the upper building and I agreed to it even after being told it had not been renovated. What choice did I have? My room was the first one, the one on the right end of the building. The only negative, explained the manager, was the vending and ice machines were on the other end.
I walked up the steep drive surprised to find the small parking lot in front nearly full. A couple of work trucks, a few personal trucks, SUVs, including one nice 4Runner, and a couple of cars. As I stood under the canopy, another SUV pulled up. I watched it pass, the windows too dark and the low sun reflecting too strongly for me to see who was inside it. It pulled all the way to the opposite end before parking. A man got out and I saw him look my way, then enter the last room. The last room next to the area with the vending machines, reminding me that dinner was going to be snack foods and soda.
9:34 PM. The time when I first heard it. A loud moan or cry out. Some human utterance loud enough to pass through the wall. Then the sound of a bed under stress. The rhythmic squeaking that spoke of only one thing. Sex. Fucking.
A man cried out. It was clear this time. A man crying out during sex.
I turned down the television and listened. The steady squeak of a bed, the cry out, masculine in nature. The sexual nature of it obvious even through the wall. I looked at the empty can of soda then the door to my room thinking of the vending machines and how I wanted to go get another soda. I knew it was an excuse, a reason to go by the room next door wondering if I could peek through the curtains and see what was going on.
Climbing off the bed, I looked in the mirror. Someone looked back that I was still trying to understand. At times just a boy, a teenager. But I was nineteen, and when I thought of it or some older person referred to me as a boy, I bristled at the notion of still being a boy, considering myself a man. I was still lean in build, a body still maturing, but masculine by every metric. I could see my chest gaining some definition, my stomach flat, and the cheap cotton gym shorts I was wearing bulge with my manhood.
I reached for my t-shirt then stopped. I would just roam down the canopy shirtless. I would feel the night air of the mountains, how it cooled at night, knowing how I’d respond to it. Nipples would harden and skin would goosebump and shiver with the coolness. I would feel my body. I would sense the reactions and be aroused by them. When I got back I might just jerk off.
Room key in hand and a couple of bills for the vending machine, I eased out the door, barefoot, shirtless, wearing only the flimsy gym shorts. I moved slowly, listening intently, shocked the sound from the adjacent room was louder. Then I noticed the door to the room was cracked open. I felt my heart race at my luck. I could peek in and see what was going on. Then I noticed the next room door was cracked open too. Could I peek through one without someone from the other noticing. Could I peek in both and maybe see something in each one.
I moved to the door jamb on the latch side, furthest from the other door and peered around the frame and through the gap. Lamps illuminated the room, and I could see what was happening on the bed. A man on his back, legs up and held spread wide apart by another man. The one on his back was blonde, the one on his knees working his hips in the most familiar manner was black headed. The blonde cried out again as the black headed man increased his pace, just hammered the other’s ass making the bed squeak beneath them.
There was movement and another man, dark brown hair with a tall muscular build, moved next to the bed. He was stroking his cock, one that curved upward with a wide flared head.
“Fuck him. Fuck him harder,” said the brown-haired guy.
“Yeah…fuck me, fuck me harder,” cried the blonde.
The black-haired guy pushed the blonde’s legs down until the thighs were pressed down on the chest, and he began to fuck harder, faster, until the sound of flesh smacking flesh drowned out the blonde’s cries.
“That’s it, suck my cock.”
Another’s voice, this one from the other room, and I stepped quickly past the two doors, then peered around the jamb of the other door. The room was darker, only the light from the vanity area was on. On the bed lay a guy. He was on his back, head hanging over the side. At his head another man was pushing a cock through his lips and deep into his mouth. I watched the guy taking it all the way into the throat. I could hear how his breathing got cut off, how he gasped for breath around the cock when it pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth. A tall lean black guy climbed on the bed. He was stroking a cock that mirrored his body. Long and thin, one that stuck straight out. He stroked it slowly as he moved between the prone man’s legs.
“Damn, the dude can suck,” the black guy uttered as he lifted the legs.
“He sure the fuck can,” exclaimed the other. “Let me see how he can take that cock in the ass.”
In the dim light, the legs against the dark torso seemed to glow. I watched how the black guy held them to one side locked together. How he twisted the prone man’s body then put his long thin cock to the upturned ass. The prone man grunted around the cock in his mouth, clutched at the bed, then shivered as he took it in his ass.
In no time the prone man was getting fucked. In the mouth and in the ass, cock hammering his depths relentlessly. The gasping breath, the sound of a slobbering mouth around cock, and the sound of flesh smacking flesh, and all of it was nearly drowned out by the squeaking bed.
“How’s the show?”
The voice was behind me, and far too loud. I turned to see a guy in just a pair of worn frayed jeans. A masculine body, chest covered in hair, hair that trailed down the stomach until disappearing in the unbuttoned jeans. Fuck, the guy didn’t even have on underwear.
“I…huh…I was…”
“Hey, is this your first time here on play night?”
“Play night?”
“OH shit, you just stumbled into this,” the guy replied, then I saw his eyes trail down my body. “But it appears you like what you see.”
I looked down and saw the gym shorts were bulging obscenely. I was hard as a rock with my cock trapped, laying to the right trying to get free.
“Do you like what you’ve seen so far?” the guy asked again.
“I guess.” I guess? What the fuck. Yes, I liked what I saw. I liked watching a man get fucked. I liked watching a man fuck. I wanted to grope myself. I wanted to slip my hand down into the shorts and feel skin to skin contact as I touched myself. I wanted to push the shorts down, to free my cock, to let this stranger, a man barely dressed himself, see my cock. To see how fucking hard, I had become.
“I’m in room 305. I came out to get something from my car and saw you watching them. We’re having our own party if you want to do something other than watch,” the guy said.
I stood like an idiot, unable to say anything at first. Then I looked at the guy again. Late twenties, maybe early thirties. In the light of the canopy, I saw his hair was reddish-brown and the face was framed by a perfect five o’clock shadow, and the nipples were pierced, and the jeans bulged with cock.
“I’m Charlie, by the way,” the guy said, giving me a name to go with the physical body before me.
“Nathan.”
“Well, the guys are waiting, so I should go. But come down if you just want to have a bit of fun.”
Charlie didn’t wait for an answer. He spun around and strolled down the canopy until he was at the next two doors, going into the second one. I didn’t hear it latch and wondered how many rooms had guys in them, that were here to fuck around. Was this play night something they did often? How did it start? How did the guys find out about it, and know when to show up, and why this dumpy motel out in the middle of nowhere?
The latter I knew the answer as soon as I thought of it. It was secluded, away from prying eyes. The building only had nine rooms and sat above the other buildings out of sight. It was a perfect setting, and the location wasn’t far from Asheville or Charlotte or Greenville down in South Carolina. I touched myself, felt my hard cock through the gym shorts. I openly fondled myself under the canopy where anyone could see me if they came out of a room. Then I moved down the canopy, no longer thinking of getting a soda from the vending machine, but of going to room 305.
The first thing I noticed was the light shining out of the window at 304, then the fact the door was closed. I could see the door to 305 was gapped open and movement within, but the first thing I wanted to see was what was going on in 304, if anything.
I was not disappointed. On the bed an older man was fucking a younger one. The guy on bottom looked about my age, with a similar build. A teenager’s body, maturing into a man’s body.
The young guy was on elbows and knees while the older held him by the waist, working a thick cock into his ass. A slow pull out, then a slow push inward, over and over. I watched that cock work into the young guy’s ass, How the older man would work it about halfway into the younger, then push again until all the way inside him pressed against the ass. A cry or moan, then a pleading for the older man to fuck.
The older man pulled the younger to his knees and I could see his hard cock angle outward, the head wet and slick from drooling. The older held him by the neck with one hand and took his hard cock with the other. Stroking and kissing and fucking, the older man had his way with the younger.
I was touching myself as I watched the younger guy get pulled back until his torso was arched out, cock sticking straight out, the older man still stroking it. I watched how the younger’s body rocked with their fucking. The younger guy opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” the younger guy cried out loud enough for me to hear, his eyes still locked on mine.
I couldn’t look away. To see a guy about my age, take such a fuck. To see him so unashamedly aroused, cock rock hard, leaking until wet by the stroking hand only made my own arousal increase. I didn’t think about it, how I was exposed under the open canopy. I pushed down my shorts until my cock was free and slowly stroked it while watching the two fuck. The older man grew more physical, rougher, thrusting harder and harder until the younger was rocking and shaking. Then the younger cried out and sprayed the bed with cum. I watched how it erupted from his cock, thick wads that arced through the air, then the last just dribbling from the head.
The older man bearhugged the younger, pulled him tight to his body and shuddered with his own release.
“Fuck” I uttered to myself as I watched the young guy go down to his stomach and the older stay on his knees squeezing the last of his load from his cock. The older man smiled at me as he wiped the bead of cum from the slit then licked it from his fingers. “Nasty fuck,” I whispered, smiling back.
I stepped to the door of room 305, pushed the door open to the scene of one man fucking another on the bed while a third, Charlie, stood to the side of it stroking his cock. I stepped over the threshold, pushed my gym shorts down until they fell around my ankles, and stepped free of them. I walked into that room naked, cock hard as rock, ready for whatever the men within offered.
At the foot of the bed, I stopped and stared at the muscular man on top, his ass flexing as he pushed cock into the depths of the guy on bottom. I could see between their legs, the fat cock sink into the tight hole, just sink easily into it. Inward, inch after inch, then a tug outward revealing a big cock that made me wonder just how big it was.
“Nathan, this is Wyatt on top and Matthew on bottom. Wyatt looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“Damn dude, you came dressed to impress,” Wyatt joked.
I felt his eyes scan my body before turning back to Matthew and resume fucking. Charlie was staring at me too as I stroked my cock to hold my aroused state.
“Nathan, come here,” said Charlie.
I moved to Charlie and watched him squat before me. A hand took my cock, then a mouth. I closed my eyes savoring the feel of it. Lips working along the hard shaft, a tongue torturing the head, then a hand tugging on the sac until I shuddered from the pleasure/pain. Charlie began to work his mouth with a steady rhythm as fingers worked behind my sac, grazed, then rubbed the skin until working over my hole.
I moaned and shivered from the manipulation. Mouth on my cock, fingers at my hole. When I felt one finger breach my tightness I shuddered. Movement on the bed caught my eye and I saw Matthew flip to his back and hold his legs up. Wyatt moved between them, held the ankle of each and spread them wide apart. I watched the long fat cock touch Matthew’s ass, then disappear into it.
I watched cock sink into Matthew while my own was engulfed in a warm wet mouth. The two became an interplay, Wyatt’s cock disappeared in Matthew’s ass while my own was enveloped in a mouth. Over and over, the rhythm of our sex made it seem we were all tied together in some manner. A moan from Wyatt or Matthew was followed by my own moan, or a slurping sucking sound from Charlie.
I moaned when my cock sank into Charlie’s mouth. I moaned when his fingers bore into my depths, or another finger was inserted until three were working to loosen my hole.
“Get on the bed,” Charlie whispered after slipping my cock out of his mouth.
I moved as if in a daze, the room feeling as if it shrank around us. I was aware of so little. The other three guys, the bed, and my hard cock. I climbed on the bed on my knees and knee walked over to Matthew’s head. He turned to me and reached out for my cock. I felt the pull, this desperate need for me to get closer. I moved with his tug until I saw him rub my wet cock across his lips, then slip his mouth over the head. I pushed, inch after inch, sinking half into his mouth. Then I worked my hips, fucking it. I watched how my cock moved through his lips, then I looked at Wyatt’s cock as it was pushed into the depths of Matthew’s ass. A steady rhythm of fucking that left me in a daze.
The bed moved and I felt Charlie come up behind me. I felt his cock wipe across my ass, then rub up and down between my cheeks.
“Bend over,” Charlie whispered as he put a hand on my neck and pushed me over.
I bent over Matthew pushing cock deep into his mouth. Then cock touched my opening, pushed against its tightness until breaching it. I shuddered with the stretch of my opening and the feel of cock sinking into my depths. Matthew pushed my hips back so he could breathe, which pushed my ass to take all of Charlie.
“FUCK!” I exclaimed as I rested on my hands hovering over Matthew, cock in his mouth and one in my ass. I felt Charlie begin to move and soon I moved in rhythm with him. Matthew sucked and slurped noisily on my cock as Charlie fucked his cock into my depths. I looked over and saw Wyatt hadn’t slowed, for he just kept fucking Matthew in the ass. The noise of our sex seemed to grow louder. It echoed in the small room. The bed squeaked and rocked in rhythm with our fuck. It was too much, too fast. I pushed into Matthew’s mouth and came. Shuddering with every ejaculation, I felt Matthew lock his lips around my spurting cock and suck.
Cock far too sensitive for Matthew’s manipulations, I pulled back until my still hard cock was free. Then there were hands on me, moving me to flip to my back. I soon found my legs held up, spread apart, and Charlie sinking back into my depths. I lay back, clutched at the bed, and took every thrust. The fullness of cock moving faster and faster until the bed moved in rhythm with our fuck. Then the sound of it. The feel of it. The smack against my upturned ass, over and over, with every push inward.
Charlie moved over me. My legs pushed down until they were against my chest. Cock hammered my insides. My own cock rubbed wetly over my stomach, still rock hard.
“Fuck,” Charlie uttered as he slowed, grinding his hips against my ass with his cock buried in my ass.
Movement my head and I opened my eyes to see Matthew on his knees holding his hard cock.
“Suck me. Suck me…please,” pleaded Matthew as he moved closer. His cock rubbed over my face, then across my lips. I parted them and licked the wet head, then let Matthew push it between my lips.
I sucked and tongued that cock as it pushed into my mouth until entering my throat. I closed my eyes and felt my own sex. My arousal, so rock hard my cock already ached for release.
I felt it, the change in Charlie’s rhythm. The roughness of his fuck, the increase in his pace, then the attempt to jam cock deeper. Then I felt him shudder against my ass.
Then cum flooded my mouth, Matthew’s cock erupting with wad after wad until I had to swallow. I sucked on that spurting cock trying to capture all of it as Matthew nearly choked me with it.
I lay there breathing hard as the three guys lay around me on the bed. They were breathing just as hard with flaccid cocks and eyes closed. I eased up off the bed and slipped on my gym shorts.
“You going to find more trouble?” asked Charlie.
I looked over to see him propped up on one hand watching me. I grinned guiltily for I had to admit I was curious about the next rooms, and I was still aroused, my cock hanging heavily within my shorts.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe,” he replied. He lay back and closed his eyes. “Have fun.”
I came out and eased down to the next two rooms. The doors were standing wide open at both. In the first I heard the shower running and saw the bed was a wreck, but nothing was going on. I knew the action was next door for I could hear it.
Looking in I saw a man riding a cock. He was lean, a long torso and flopping between his thighs, a long lean cock. Just visible when he moved upward, a thick cock buried in his ass. To his right, a man was on his knees by the bed, chest on it. Behind him a man held his waist while fucking his ass.
“Fuck…suck me,” came a voice in the front corner of the room.
I eased into the room and saw a man in the armchair at front with legs spread to make room for another man who was sucking his cock.
“Hey, come on, join us,” said the guy riding cock on the bed.
I knew the situation. There was no pretense of being here for anything other than sex. I pushed my shorts down until they fell around my ankles and stepped out of them as I moved into the room. I stroked my hardening cock as I wondered which couple to approach.
“Hey, I want to see you fuck this cocksucker’s ass,” said the man in the armchair.
I moved behind the guy sucking, dropped to my knees, and rubbed my cock between his cheeks. I wasn’t the first, feeling the slick wetness. I put my cock to the wet opening and pushed, sinking half of my cock into him. I held his waist and began to fuck. Slowly, savoring the feel of every inch sliding through the loosened opening.
“Yeah, let me see him take that cock,” the man in the chair uttered as I pulled back until my cock hovered between us, then sank it back into the sucker’s depths.
Tightening my grip, I began to fuck harder, faster, hammering my cock into that wet loose hole. I began to smack against his ass, rocking him forward, forcing him to take more of the cock. I kept up my pace until I felt feverish. I felt the building heat of my body until sweat ran down my face and chest. My breathing became heavy as I dug my fingers into the sweaty flesh of the sucker’s waist and thrust my cock through his wet slick opening.
“Yeah, fuck that ass,” someone whispered behind me. I felt something touch my ass, then press tightly to it. A hard cock, then a hot body up against my own. “I want to fuck you,” they whispered in my ear.
A hand on my neck and I stopped fucking while being pushed over the cocksucker. A cock on my ass, then between my cheeks, and finally, me gasping for breath, that cock penetrated me. It seemed to go on for such a long time. Cock in my ass and my own cock in someone else’s. The room was filled with the sound of our sex. The slurp and suck of cock, and the smack of flesh against flesh as cock bore into ass.
“Fuck him,” they whispered.
I moved between the cocksucker and the fucker behind me. My cock all the way into the sucker, then back until I was pressed against my fucker. Back and forth, I moved my hips, over and over, speeding up to a steady rhythm. I fucked. I got fucked. And I was the one doing it, as I moved between the two men.
I came, suddenly, as I tried to jam my cock into the sucker another inch. Just a little deeper as my cock spurt wad after wad into his depths. A hand came to my neck and shoved me forward until lying on the sucker and my fucker suddenly was alive. He thrust into me hard: a fast brutal pace. I rocked on top of the sucker, moaned with the feel of the penetration, the cock that bore into my depths. My cock stayed hard, buried in the sucker’s ass as my own took another.
“Goddamn…take me,” my fucker uttered as he slammed into my depths and shuddered against my ass.
I was on the bed. I had drifted off for a minute. Or a half hour. I didn’t know, nor cared. All I cared about was how my cock was in someone’s mouth. Their head moving up and down. To my left two of the guys were fucking. To my right, two guys were by the bed, one on his knees sucking the other. Was that all of them? I couldn’t remember.
A finger bore into my wet loosened hole, then two…then three. I nearly came, but the mouth came off my cock and I saw it was the guy who had been riding one when I came in. I watched him straddle my waist, take my cock, and sink his ass down on it.
“How many times have you gotten off tonight?”
“Three times, I think,” I uttered.
He chuckled, then began to fuck his ass on my cock. “You’ll last a long time.”
And I did. He rode my cock until I didn’t think I could bear it any longer. I couldn’t believe someone had such stamina. But finally, to the point I was about to beg him to get me off, I came.
The shower felt exquisite. Just hot enough to relax the muscle and cleanse the skin. I lathered up and rinsed, then stood under the spray relishing how it felt against my skin.
The door was open, and I saw someone come in. It was a guy I had not messed around with but one that had been at the periphery all night. I had seen him fuck two of the others, then sit on the cock of the guy that had been in the armchair when I first came in. The shower curtain pulled back all the way, and he stepped into the tub where he squatted down in front of me.
“I’ve wanted to suck this all night,” he said as he took my cock and held it in his face.
I smiled at how he seemed mesmerized by my cock, the way he held it up right in his face.
“Go on, don’t tease me. Suck my cock,” I uttered.
I moaned as I watched him take me. The feel of those lips and that slick mouth moving on my cock. He got me hard in no time. At one point, I had him pushed against the side wall, head pinned between it and my hips as I fucked his mouth. But far too soon, I came, pumping cum into his mouth. Then he drew out every drop, licked the head clean, and smiled up at me.
“Thanks,” he uttered, and I could only smile back.
I was desperate for sleep, hoping that the part would not come in until the next day. It was just before sunrise, and I was strolling back to my room naked, for I was unable to find my shorts. It was just as well for I knew they were a mess after my last visit to room 305. Yeah, there was another round in room 305 where my exhausted body lay on the bed and took Charlie, then Wyatt.
I began to plan my next trip, one in two months. The two months until the next play night at the Blue Star Motel. Charlie had my email address. He promised to contact me and even suggested I bring a friend along. I thought of my friends, the guys back in Raleigh and laughed aloud at the thought of bringing one of them to the motel.