Being on the road as a sales rep can be great for a single guy in a strange city on the weekend. During the week, it is the pits to get stuck in some backwater hick town during the week.

Such was my luck on a wintery Wednesday night. If I had checked the weather report, I would have stayed in Plattsburgh, NY. But I was anxious to head down to Concord, NH. I knew a hot spot or two that would guarantee me a hot cock in bed before the night was over. But the light snow that refreshed me coming across the Lake Champlain ferry had now turned into a heavy, sticky blizzard in the mountains of Vermont. The gas gauge on the rental car started flashing a low fuel warning just as a road sign indicated fuel available about five miles ahead. I pulled off the Interstate and found the gas station to be closed "due to weather". Figuring there must be another station further toward town, I continued heading away from the Interstate. Just my luck, the gas station WAS the town. Further down the road, I was getting concerned. There was no room to make a u-turn on the narrow road with high snowbanks. I tried to take a few turns to get turned back to the Interstate, and got hopelessly lost.

Stuck in the middle of a nasty Green Mountain storm, low on gas, and no idea where I was; I practically shouted for joy when I saw a faint motel sign ahead. A local hole-in-the-wall, it at least offered shelter from the storm and possible directions. Pulling into the place, I noticed there were maybe five cars pulled up to rooms. Tramping up to the lobby door, I found it locked. I rang the night bell, even though it was only 8PM. An old woman came out of the back and let me in. I asked where the nearest gas station was, but she advised that the local station would already be closed for the night. Might as well get a room for the night I figured. She signed me in, and handed me my key. I asked if the restaurant was still open; but my luck was running true to form, only open weekends. She said I could probably order pizza or something for delivery as she handed me a menu.

I got my car over to my room, and trudged my stuff inside. A small, clean room with minimal furniture. My first thought was to order something to eat. Looking over the menu, I selected a pepperoni pizza. I called the order in and was advised that delivery would take about 45 minutes. I figured I had time enough for a quick shower. Pulling my robe and a change of underwear out of my suitcase, I lifted out a pile of men's porn magazines and threw them on the table. With no other sexual outlet, they would come in handy for jerking off. The water was warm and relaxing. I don't know if I dallied in the shower or if the pizza was early, but there was a knock on the door as I got out of the shower. I threw my robe over my wet body, and yelled "Just a minute."

I opened the door to find a young man in a parka holding my pizza and sodas in the blowing snow. I motioned him into the room, and said "Give me a minute to get my money." He placed the order on the table pushing the magazines aside. The mags fell to the floor, and he bent to pick them up. As I fumbled in my discarded pants for money, I watched him thumb through the porn mags with his mouth agape. I took a moment to assess him. About sixteen-seventeen years old, very well built, probably an athlete in school, cute ass, and a growing medium sized bulge in his pants as he probably saw his first pictures of man to man sex in full detail.

He was so engrossed in the mags, he didn't hear me walk up behind him and look over his shoulder. He was raptly looking at a photo spread of one guy blowing another ending in a full page picture of the sucker getting a full facial. I coughed and he jumped. He tried to hid the mag and then threw it back on the table. I laughed and commented "Hot stuff, huh?" He muttered "Yeah, never saw anything like that." I laughed again and replied "I meant the food!"

He was so nervous as I handed him the money, he dropped it. I crouched down in front of him to retrieve it putting my eyes level with his crotch. Also, since I wasn't wearing anything except my bathrobe, the position spread the robe open with a full view of my 45-year old dick. He didn't shy away or move back. I took this as encouragement. I reached out and put my hand on his dick as I pretended to use it to pull myself up. His only reaction was a groan and slight jutting out of his hips. He wanted more. I said "Here is the money for the pizza and a good tip for you for coming out on a night like this. If you'd like, I can give you an extra special tip." With that comment, I nodded toward the mag he had been reading. He just stood there in silent consent.

I reached over and unbuckled his pants. Still no reaction, I pulled down the zipper and let the pants fall to the floor. He now stood there in his white briefs with an obvious hard-on. I reached in his pants and wrapped my fingers around his dick. A small spot of pre-cum soaked through his briefs. I pushed his briefs down to free his cock. About six and a half inches of normal girth, it had the rock hard excitement of a teenage dick. I knealt down and put my lips around just the leaking head of his dick. He groaned and pushed forward. I let him feed that meat into my mouth until it rested against the opening of my throat. I pulled back till just the head was in my lips. Taking my tongue, I swirled around the head, darting into the piss slit, and around the base of the head. I put my hand on his ass and encouraged him to fuck his shaft into my mouth again. He slowly sank to the balls as I rubbed my tongue across the vein under his shaft. He was tender and slow in his fuck, but I was ready to have my face fucked. The next time he withdrew, I mashed my face down on his dick and started a rapid in and out motion. His dick was leaking precum, and twitching. His balls pulled up tight in their sack as his cum boiled up and splashed all too soon on my tongue. I did not stop until I had every drop squeezed out of his nuts.

I stood and looked into his flush face. It had taken only five minutes from my grabbing his crotch till his cum flowed down my throat. I pulled him close, pressing my naked wet body against his cold parka. I kissed him tenderly, and he did not recoil from the taste of his own cum on my lips. He bent to pull up his pants, and I couldn't resist cupping his ass before it disappeared. He stammered his appreciation, and I told him it was all my pleasure. I asked what time he got off from work, and he replied at 11 but with the snowy roads, he would probably just crash in the pizza office. I said he was welcome to come back and crash with me. He just hesitated, and looked down without a response.

As he left, I was uncertain whether I was going to have a bed mate for the night. Come 11:30PM, and there was no knock on my door. I figured it was a little too much to ask, and headed to bed. About midnight, there was a timid knock on the door. I figured I would greet him in the nude, and opened the door with just a smile. Imagine my shock when I realized he wasn't alone. There was another kid about a year older standing behind him. I quickly darted behind the door, and stammered my apologies. The two boys came in to the room laughing. The pizza boy introduced his friend, Tim. He said him and Tim had fooled around jerking each other off. He told Tim about the delivery tip and the offer to stay overnight. Tim had called Chuck's parents (now I had a name for my pizza boy) and said with the road conditions, he was going to have Chuck stay overnight at his apartment. Tim asked if it was alright to horn in on the invite. My happy response was "The more the merrier!"

Without a further word, both boys stripped down to the buff and crawled into bed. I dove in between them. to start our night of discovery and man sex fun,

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