The Light Bulb Goes Off - Will

Will sounded like a cool guy.  He was staying at a hotel only a few blocks from my office.  He said that he was married, in his mid-30s, about 180 pounds, and athletic.  Well, that is what he said.  But when I got to his hotel room, it was clear that he was around 50 years old, probably had not seen 180 pounds since his thirties, as was evident from his gut, and he had thinning hair.  That sort of thing really pisses me off and happens too often.  I think the guys hope that you will be so horny when you get there, you will overlook their lies.  And it must work, hell it usually works with me (and that pisses me off even more).

Will ushers me in without a hint of embarrassment as I stare at him, his lies staring me in the face.  The one thing I do notice is his wedding band, so his marital status must have been the only true thing he said.

Will is blubbering on about how he’s needed to be fucked for some time now, and how lucky we are to have been able to meet up, blah, blah, blah.  Now he is naked, so I say to myself, “what the hell,” and get behind him.  I shove him facedown on the bed.  I drop my pants, get in between his legs, noticing his unflattering resemblance to a beached whale.  The he says, “condom on the night-stand – I always play safe.”  That was when the light bulb went off.  “That so?” I say.  “Yeah, need to use the condom,” he asserts.

I reach over and get the condom.  He watches me put in on, then I lube up my hard cock.  (I wondered if I could even get a hard-on with this fat fuck, but thinking about my plan for him has gotten me hard as a rock.).  I reach up and shove his face down in the pillow, spread his ample cheeks and go inside.  I start fucking him and he starts the moaning and dirty talk that I’d heard some many guys drop into as they take dick.

After a couple of minutes, I pull out, get up by his ear and whisper, “is this what you need, bitch?”  “Yes sir, exactly what I need,” he mutters.  As I talk to him, I reach down and pull the condom off and drop it on the floor, then I re-enter him.  I’m crazed horny now, and start fucking him hard and fast as he moans and begs me not to stop.  I feel that familiar wave approach, and a few seconds later, it overtakes me, and I shoot.

I pull out, telling him to lay there, as I’m not through with him.  I reach down, pick up the empty condom, hold it in my fist, and make a big show of walking to the bathroom and flushing it.  I walk out of the bathroom, and say “oh, shit, look at the time, I got to go.”  I get dressed, walk out of his room, then walk out of the hotel, realizing I just found a new hobby that was going to be very rewarding.  I would go on to call it “taking away a straight man’s virginity.”