We were at Mark's hotel now.

Not really dried off from the hand job I'd given him in the ocean. We got into his hotel room, and I noticed that both beds had been used. "Roommie?" I asked. "Yeah, but he won't be back until later, " Mark said. "We've got the place to ourselves." He opened a cooler and offered me a beer. I declined, but took a glass of water. "How about if I get into something else, so that we can talk comfortably?" I suggested.

Mark nodded, and I took my duffel bag into the bathroom. I didn't have that many clothes with me, but I figured I could make it all work. I hung up the swimsuit, and glanced through the bag for just the right outfit. I chose a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear. I knew I wasn't going to need it. I came back into the main room, and found Mark sitting there, wearing a tank top and sweat pants.

I also couldn't help but notice that there was a box of Trojans on the night stand between the two beds. Not subtle, but at least he was planning ahead. "So, where are you from?" he asked. "North Carolina, " I answered. He nodded.

"I'm from New Jersey. But do we really care for all this small talk? I'd rather get into dirty talk." "Nope, " I replied. "Forget small talk. I'd rather be working with that big length of yours.

" I was in front of him in a flash, and had his pants shoved down. I stroked him a few times, getting him fully erect.

Then, I took the tip into my mouth, and kissed it. My tongue curled around it, sliding up and down. His hands shot into my hair, pulling me forward onto him while I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. My right hand cupped his soft place, pulling him deeper into my, my left slid up and down his leg, and then slid up and began to circle his testicles. "Oh, man!" he cried. "I don't know how long I can hold on, " he said. "You're so playing awesome!" I've never really believed that I was that great at playjobs, but hearing him say it was enough for me to keep on going. And going. "Oh, GOD!" he shouted.

"It's coming!" he cried out, but I stopped right about then. He was panting, and the look on his face was almost pained as he looked down at me. I lifted my t-shirt, and rose a little bit. I took his still-hard manhood, wet with his pre-ejaculation oozing and my saliva, and nestled it between my breasts.

I held them tightly together and circled my shoulders, pulling on his length. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed on me, and I kept on working at it. It was only a few seconds before he exploded, spurting his hot, sticky semen all over my chest. I leaned back onto the bed, and he bent over me. He took my hands and put them into the puddle of semen, and then spread them out over my chest and belly. "And now, " he said. "Let's see just what you're really like." He kissed my breasts, and then pulled back.

His hands moved down to my shorts, sliding them down my hips.

He grabbed one of the condoms and hurriedly rolled it on. And then he positioned himself between my legs. He held my knees, and wrapped my legs around him. "You look so good, " he said. "Then do me, " I said. And he did. He thrust into me, and rocked back and forth. He pushed up and down, left and right.

I worked my hips in O-shape as best as I could, grinding against him. Of course, he'd already gotten off twice this afternoon -- once from the hand job and again from the playjob. He didn't last long, and didn't really get me to my own climax this time. But he knelt at the end of the bed, and pulled me onto his mouth. He held my legs at the knees, sliding his hands up to my thighs over and over as he ate me. This time, I got all the way off.

My orgasm was intense, and I was shouting with the release. It was about 4pm according to his clock when we lay together on the bed, each of us breathing heavily.

Of course, I needed to make sure I could stay the night. Or else I needed to get time to find another guy for the night.

As it happened, I stayed and had another guy. But that story will cum next ...