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“Downtown Hotel Encounter—Part 1” The city center fills wit..
🕑 Added 2024-02-27 06:15:47 +0000 UTC “Downtown Hotel Encounter—Part 1” The city center fills with people bustling up and down the streets coming and going in all directions. Their bodies hustle in and out of bars, restaurants, stores, lighting cigarettes, boarding busses, and filling the concrete blocks with their energy. Over the horizon the sun sets, casting the buildings in orange hues. The noise of buses, cabs, and voices all blend together in a lively buzz. You walk up the sidewalk slowly, making your way through the throngs of people en route to an encounter at one of the downtown budget hotels. You cross at the intersection in front of your destination, checking your messages as you wait for the next signal. ‘Almost there,' you tap out quickly. You watch the traffic pass in front of you. Your nostrils fill with acrid smoke. Your phone vibrates. ‘Awesome, waiting in the lobby’ The signal changes and you cross with the crowd. Anticipation builds as you walk to the other side. A mix of excitement and nervousness sends a slight shiver up your spine—the desire for sex, seeing a stranger, the energy of being downtown all combine. Your pace quickens as you approach the large automatic glass doors. A straight couple exits the hotel arm-in-arm, the doors slide open and they walk out, paying you no mind as they walk into their evening. You grin and pass them, going into the glass entryway and into the building. A tall doorman with a black mustache makes eye contact with you and then moves to the next person, assessing the people entering and exiting. You step lively across the tiled floor into the lobby, scanning the bold-colored modern furniture for a thick bearded top in a gray wool cap. I stand up from the awkward chair and try to make eye contact. Your eyes pass my face as you scan the room, I smile and cock my head up—the subtle motion catches your attention, and you smile as we make eye contact. Seeing me for the first time you take my face in first, my smooth skin and large forehead below the gray wool cap—clearly concealing a receding hairline. The hair has all migrated to my face, it seems, as the large pointed beard forms a proud mane of reddish brown hairs, millions of follicles strong. We walk towards each other, I reach out my hand and you take it, closing our bodies together into a mutual friendly hug before taking a step back. We complete the maneuver like two cranes completing a quick mating dance. “How was the trip over?” I ask. My accent indicates that I’m not from around these parts. “Not too bad, how about you?” “The flight went well,” I smile and lead you towards the elevator bay at the end of the lobby. “Do you mind if we take the stairs? I’m only on the first floor.” “Not at all,” you say as we bypass the elevators and start up the staircase at the end of the hallway. We begin walking up, both of us scanning each other's bodies as we ascend the stairs. My eyes go over your thighs and buttocks, watching them flex and move as you climb. You examine the bulge at the front of jeans, an obviously hard cock pressing against the cotton. “How long are you staying in town?” “Just the week, I’m trying to see as much as I can in and around the city.” “You here alone, or--?” “Yeah, my birthday is on Thursday. This is kinda a treat for myself.” “Nice, well happy birthday!” you lean in and grab my bulge quickly, I chuckles and growl—leading you quickly up the second flight of stairs. We walk through a door and down a hallway covered in a garish blue and yellow pattern. I lead you past the guest room doors, also painted a matching blue, until we arrive at mine. I swipe my key-card in front of the reader and a green light blinks and the door unlocks with a loud click. I push the door open and slide into the narrow entryway with you, body-to-body. Our mutual desire to be in the room and get naked pushing us up against each other as we revel in the closeness. “God you’re sexy,” I say, pulling you into the room and feeling up your shoulders and chest. “You too, Mister,” your hands glide across my chest and down around my belly. You grab me with handfuls on either side and shake them gently. “Yeah, you want that, don’t you?” I tease as I lean in to kiss you on the lips. Our mouths lock as our tongues tickle each other's teeth. “Fuck yeah,” you reply, taking a quick breath and giving me another passionate kiss. We probe each other deep while our hands explore the other’s body. I reach down your lower back and over the globes of your ass. You feel my belly and shoulders, gingerly working up towards my beard. You feel the wool-like hairs curling in your fingertips, moaning in delight as you savor the unfamiliar texture. “Go ahead,” I encourage you, “it’s all yours...” You smile and kiss me again as both of your hands come up to run through my beard. You tickle me as you gently pull on my whiskers. As our bulges grind together you feel my hands down at your jeans, pulling the button and unfastening them—pulling the zipper down and running my thumbs through the waistband to quickly remove your pants. They drop to your knees as my hands grab the your lower back and hold you tight against me as you bury your face in my beard and moan loudly. “Fuck, I want you so bad,” you say as you lean back and reach down to pull my black graphic t-shirt up and over my chest. My cap falls off the back of my head and lands carelessly on the floor. I smile wide and lift my arms in assistance, letting my body fold out so you can play with my chest and belly. You compare the grain of my chest hair with that of my beard. I moan as you tease my body, my hands drifting lower and sliding your underwear down your butt so I can feel the bare skin of your ass. “Mm, you brought me some good ass,” I say, pushing you down onto the over-starched white duvet and stripping your underwear off. “Yeah, Daddy?” “Fuck yeah!” I push your legs back and get on my knees, burying my face into your cheeks. My tongue rubs the edge of your hole before pushing inside—the warm wet tip probing and wiggling inside you. “Oh, Daddy!” your legs begin to quiver, the teasing of my tongue stimulating your anal ring. My hands push against the back of your kneecaps, allowing you to relax and lie back. Exposing your hole to me in this manner gives me full access, I push my tongue in and out of your pussy—opening the rim of your breeding tube while warming and lubricating it. You look down between your legs and see my head vanishing between your thighs as I treat you to a deep tongue fuck. With each minute that passes your hole grows looser, and your moans of delight encourage me to go deeper and wiggle it around harder inside of you. You reach your hands down and hold the back of my head, keeping me deep and helping my organ probe as deep as I can lick you. “Fuck that feels so good,” you say as your toes curl. “Just getting started babe,” I say as I stand up, my hands running up the backs of you legs, rubbing your calves as I grind my groin into your hole. I slip out of my jeans and rub my bulge against you. I push your knees down towards your chest, the palms of my hands cradling the soles of your feet. You sigh as I simulate the sex I am about to give you—folding you into a submissive curled position while I stare down into your eyes and rub my rod against your hole. “I want you so bad,” you say, wiggling your body in excitement. “I want you too, sexy,” I reply, spreading your legs wide and leaning between them to kiss you. You kiss back and wrap your arms around my shoulders to hold me in a deep embrace while we make out more—my hips slowly grinding to the rhythm of our tongues. Breaking our hold, I climb on the bed next to you and lie on my back, propping my shoulders up on the flat budget pillows. Not missing a beat, you turn over and crawl between my legs, reaching up to pull my boxers down as you press your face into my freshly exposed cock. You inhale my musk slowly, letting my odor fill your nose. You moan loudly as you exhale, your body savoring my scent. “Like that, boy?” “Yes, Daddy,” you sigh softly, inhaling another hit of musk before sliding my cock into your mouth. “Fuck yeah, suck that dick,” I say, exhaling and relaxing my body—closing my eyes and releasing my tension as your tongue wraps around my shaft. You slide me all the way into your mouth, applying gentle suction as you feel my dick throb and begin to firm up. My member expands and grows inside you, you wrap your lips around your base to help increase the pressure. As my hardness increases you bob your head up and down, pushing my into the back of your throat and out again. I reach down and pull your head down, making you give me full access to your warm interior. Your throat squeezes and massages the head of my cock, locking it inside you and giving me pulses of tightness as you alternate breathing and sucking. My huge thighs wrap around your neck, holding you right where I want you—balls deep on my cock, impaled on my shaft with your nose buried in my pubes. I growl and huff as you suck, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as I give you what you want, my thick bear cock splitting your skull in half as my legs hold you helplessly in place. I briefly release you to breathe, slapping my wet, mucus-coated cock across your cheeks. I wipe away the few tears and feed them to you. You suckle on the mixture of throat juices, sweet precum, and salty sweat as you quench your thirst for fat hairy dick. “Is that what you came for, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” you respond eagerly, licking the underside of my head. I shiver in response and reach down the back of your head again, pulling you back down my shaft. “Right where I belong,” I moan softly as I feel my cock returning to the back of your throat. You resume my throat massage as you worship my cock, pushing the steel shaft silently into your esophagus. Your brain melts into a puddle as you turn your body into my toy and offer your throat pussy for my pleasure. Your desire to mate with a hairy male drives you to focus on making me want to fuck you, making sure you see how eager you are to be my hole. I look down into your eyes, lost in my lust. My hand holds you still, keeping you in place so I can enjoy penetrating your face as you look at me with wide puppy-dog eyes. “You want that cock, don’t you?” You nod and muffle out ‘yessir’. “You gonna let me fuck you good?” You nod even more eagerly, pushing your head down all the way and giving me deep throat squeezes. You keep bobbing deep, up and down, as you feel me squirt rewarding precum. “All right then,” I say after a moment, catching my breath. “Time to see what you’re made of…” To be continued... Part 2: https://onlyfans.com/967601280/thegrizzlyden Author's note: This story is based on my encounters during my recent vacation. My goal was to help you imagine the kinds of things I did and put you in the shoes of the guys I fucked. Part 2 coming next week, stay tuned!
