Weekday nights can be a lonely night for a salesman on the road. Being in a strange town, out of touch with the local gay scene, you have to be cautious. I've been seriously burned professionally before. Tried picking up this dude at a bar one night and totally misread his signals as a gay cum-on. Getting turned down wasn't the worst part, when I made a sales call the next day at a new business client, he was the buyer handling the account. No sale that night or the next day.

I was sitting at the bar in the motel lounge. It was close to closing time, just the bartender and me shooting the breeze. He was anxious to get home and bang the old lady, no chance for me. The door opened and a mismatched pair of dudes walked in.

The short one was young, maybe 20. He was a skinny bag of unimpressive flesh and bone barely five feet tall. He was definitely the submissive of the pair. The other guy was a god. He was blonde, well muscled, and about 25 years old and towering over his companion by at least a foot. He looked like he just walked off the set of a photo shoot for JOCK Magazine. Even soft, his equipment made a remarkable bulge down the inseam of his tight jeans, a seven inch long bulge. When he turned and presented the sight of his denim covered ass, my dick sprang to attention. My mind began to race with plans on how to separate this pair for a wild night.

They walked up and sat down at the bar. The god ordered a shot of whiskey and a foreign lager. His wimp asked for a lite beer. The bar tender looked at the clock before telling them he was just getting ready to make last call. I piped up to hit me again before he shut us off. The god looked around at me, sweeping his eyes up and down my body in a blatant scan, he smiled and told the bar keep to put my drink on his bill. I walked over and offered my hand and name with a thank you. When his firm hand grasped mine, a bolt of electricity shot through me. The wimp just stared ahead as he sipped his lite beer.

We tarried over our drinks as we conversed. His name was Gil and the other guy was Bob. Gil was fascinating to listen to. I could just imagine cuddling and talking in bed after a hard fuck. Bob, on the other hand, merely grunted and nodded yes or no.

After fifteen minutes, the night was over. The bar was closing and we were going our separate ways. As they headed toward the door, they paused and whispered to each other. Gil turned to me and asked "You staying here at the motel?" I nodded. He continued "If you're not too tired, we've got some cold beer up in our room. Interested?" Again I nodded. Then I stopped and reconsidered. Looking at Bob, he said "I don't want to intrude." Bob just shrugged in an apparent "No problem" gesture. I grabbed my jacket and followed them out the door.

Once we got to the room, Gil served up a six pack of beer. Bob reclined on the bed sipping his beer. Gil offered me the only chair in the room. He balanced against the desk beside me. This aligned my gaze up with his crotch. I realized I was staring and looked up quickly. Gil was watching me stare at his crotch with a smile on his face. "See anything you like?" he inquired. I gulped and took a swallow of beer.

Gil stretched and I was afraid he was about to call it a night. He said it was kind of hot in the room, and I certainly agreed. He asked if I minded him getting comfortable. I nodded in agreement. He lifted his shirt over his head revealing a six pack ab and hairy pecs. I swear I could already smell the sweat of his armpits. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his jeans and bent over to pull them down. His white briefs framed his ass as it was shoved in my direction. I was squirming in disbelief that this masculine god was stripping down to his shorts in front of me. I almost dropped my beer when he continued to remove his briefs. His dick popped up in view. Clean cut and already over eight inches at half mast with a remarkable girth. Gil reached down to pull his dick up and stretched down his balls as he scratched himself. I realized drool was running down my chin as I stared.

With an exaggerated sway, Gil walked past me to crawl up on the bed with Bob who had also stripped while my attention was on Gil's disrobing. Gil covered Bob's frame as he took him in his arm for a passionate kiss. Breaking apart, Gil looked back at me and asked "You going to join us, or do you just like to watch?" I stumbled my way to the bed as I tore off my clothes. Gil directed me to lay on the other side of Bob. He leaned across the small man and kissed me. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth in feather thrusts as his strong hands closed over my aching erection. I returned the favor by gripping his manhood. I swear it was the truth that I could not fully wrap my fingers around this rod. I jerked it as it burned with heat in my hand. Gil said "Need a little lube." Bob scootched down and took Gil in his mouth as he slobbered spit as the lube. Removing himself, he turned and did the same to me. With the slickness of Bob's spit, it was easier to jack Gil's log. Bob returned to his nest between us.

Because Bob was so thin, it was like I was alone with Gil. I ran my other hand over his tight skin, delighting in swirling the silky fur covering his chest. I began to envision going down on that hunk of meat in my hand. It would be a tight fit, but a delicious one. I knew there was no way I could take that dick anally. A gallon of lube and a shoehorn won't fit it in my ass.

Gil motioned me to stand up at the foot of the bed. He got on the side as Bob took a kneeling position diagonally across the bed. As Bob engulfed my dick in his mouth, Gil ran his dick up and down the crack of Bob's ass. While there was a sheen of spit, there didn't seem to be any other lube present. For a small guy, Bob was doing a remarkable job on sucking my dick. He covered every inch of it, nibbling on the sensitive head, caressing the vein on the bottom with his tongue, and sliding his lips down until my pubes mashed against his nose. Meanwhile, Gil lined his dick up with the ring of Bob's ass and pushed. As his meat slide into the opening ring inch by inch, Bob was forced forward to take my dick to the max. I felt his throat open and my dick head slide into the clinching tube of his throat. When Gil withdrew, Bob was pulled back up to the head of my dick as his nostrils flared with air rushing into his lungs. This was repeated on each thrust.

With his leg's removed from the equation, Bob was merely a three foot long tube of flesh connecting my dick to Gil's dick. Each action by Gil brought an equal response from Bob's body. Gil and I were actually fucking each other through Bob. Gil leaned across the short distance and pulled my eager mouth to him. I melted into the sensation of his lips on mine. Meanwhile, I closed my eyes as I started a counter fuck motion on Bob's oral talent. Gil and I set up a motion of squashing Bob between us as we thrust forward and then stretching him out into a long string as we each withdraw. No matter what I wished, it couldn't last for ever. My balls were already drawing up tight, ready to fire a volley of cum. However, Bob was not content with just let it happen. No, he wanted to force every drop of cum there was out of my body in one blast. I did everything I could to delay my climax, but when I saw Gil clinch and his face contort, I knew he was coming. I relaxed and the climax surged over me as the largest cum shot in my life filled Bob's mouth. Not a drop escaped his suction, but it all went straight to his stomach. By the force with which Gil was ramming as he came, I could envision our loads mingling as his shoot all the way up Bob's insides.

I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Bob quickly turned around and cleaned Gil's dick with the same suction he had used on me taking the mammoth dick all the way to the root. With his clean as a whistle dick back to full attention, Gil crawled over to where I lay and pressed his cock against my lips. I opened as wide as I could to close my lips around the huge head. Unlike Bob, I could only manage to fit half of it in my mouth before gagging. Gil gently fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. I looked down to see Bob now behind Gil sucking ass. From the slurping sounds, he was enjoying it. Gil reached down and jerked my flaccid dick until it began to rise again. When it was fully recovered, Gil straddled me and sank his ass on my dick. Lubed by Bob's spittle, my dick sank thru the warm flesh. Gil moaned in appreciation as he rose and fell on my stiff dick. Bob moved up to present me with his little dick to suck. It was like going from wolfing down a Big Mac to nibbling on a chicken nugget. Luckily, Bob only needed a few strokes before his teaspoon size load dribbled out of his dick. When he withdrew, my gaze was fixed on Gil fucking himself on my rod. He was jerking his own dick as he enjoyed my dick in his ass. Again, his face scrunched up and his dick swelled even bigger as he shot ropes of cum to splatter on my forehead and face. As his climax began, his ass clamped so tight on my dick that I was afraid he was going to snip it off. The warm feeling of his cum spreading across my cheek and the tight grip of his ass was all it took to force one more load out of me. As he recovered from the gut wretching climax, Gil pulled himself off my spent dick with a plop. That was the signal for Bob to clean up the aftermath with his tongue.

I had just enough energy to grab my clothes and get dressed. As I stumbled to the door, I looked back on the two guys on the bed. They were curled up together like a young boy with his favorite teddy bear. I let the door close behind me as I shuffled down the sidewalk to my own room. This was definitely a night to remember.

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