Salt and Pepper

I tried to fit the puzzle pieces together as he laid them down. "So you two... just do what you want to do? Or do who you want to do..." Things were getting slightly fuzzy.

Eric laughed. "We came to an agreement just to keep our impulses in check. We both love to travel, so we agreed to only hook up with other people while we're out of town."

"So... like now."

"Exactly like now." His eyes darkened as they bored into mine. I felt a chill run down my spine as I saw the desire flash in his pupils. Not out of fright—out of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"Of course. Is it working?"

"I don't know why you'd pick me."

"Gabe," he said as he laid a hand on my knee, "don't sell yourself short. You're very cute, and frankly, I wouldn't mind seeing your face between my legs."

The image he painted swirled around my head. The alcohol did its job lowering my inhibitions; I pictured myself swept up in his arms, thrown back onto the bed as he gripped my legs high in the air and thrust in, taking what he wanted. Giving me what I wanted.

Eric was sly. He grinned almost as if my faced telegraphed exactly what I was thinking about. "We can go up to my room, if you want."

"If I want?"

Eric shrugged. "Some guys have wanted to do it in the bathroom. Maybe they were closeted or something and needed a quick nut, I never asked. But my bed is available."

"Your wife?"

"We get separate rooms for when this comes up. We don't need the sock-on-the-door signal."

"You guys must be loaded," I said. "We all have to pile in a room in my family." I shook my head, feeling suddenly like the big rich man was throwing the destitute gay boy a bone out of pity.

"We do well for ourselves." Eric stood up and offered his hand. "You in?"

Though I had felt relaxed after the margarita worked its way into my system, I could feel the bundle of nerves return as I stood in the elevator next to Eric, still proudly wearing only his bathing suit (for what good it did; there was no mistaking the bulge now between his legs). There was a mildly scandalized older woman shooting him a dirty look as she got off on her floor, but all Eric did was flash her a winning smile. He didn't give a shit, but he wasn't an asshole about it; he was just so confident in his own skin that others' opinions didn't really matter. I was the complete opposite of him, and so I found myself sitting on one of the two beds in his room, legs crossed as he freshened up in the bathroom, still wondering why I was there and not someone else.

"Gabe, you've got to relax," Eric said as he came out and saw me practically huddled in a ball.

"I just don't get why me."

Eric kneeled behind me and took off my shirt before he began working his hands on my shoulders. I groaned involuntarily; of course a man like Eric could give a killer massage. "I don't know you all that well, but I can read people. I feel like there's more to you than what you show others. You shouldn't put yourself down. Just be you, and the people who want to be near you will show up."

"You got all that just from a poolside chat?"

I felt him nudge closer to me so my back pressed against a firmness that would be hard to mistake for anything else than an erection. I stifled a gasp—it felt large, too large. "And maybe I just want to fuck you."

"So the truth comes out."

Eric chuckled. "Is it working?"

His thumbs worked on a knot in my shoulder blades and I groaned again, pressing back into his bulge. "You could say that."

He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, feathery kisses all along my nape. His lips suckled at my earlobe before he turned my head so our mouths met. It would be a lie to say that I felt fireworks or sparks danced across my eyelids as we kissed, but the growing mound in my shorts was unmistakable. All my body craved was him, and he was offering himself in spades.

Eric pushed me onto my back, holding my hands down on either side of my head as our tongues dueled and my hips ground against his. I thought it was amazing that the tiny briefs could contain him, and then I felt him pop out the side. I wanted to reach down to feel his size with my hands, or even just stop just so I could marvel at what I knew would be a sizable endowment. I flexed my wrists to signal to him that I wanted to be let up, but that seemed to urge his grinding even more. I could feel a wet spot seep through my trunks, and I didn't think that was coming from me.

Finally, Eric got off the bed to tug his briefs off, and I could see all of him fully naked for the first time in the dimmed sunlight through the blinds and curtains. My eyes went directly between his legs; his cock hung heavy, pushing nine inches at least if I were to put a number on it, a clear bead of precum stretching from the head towards the floor. He kept himself perfectly manscaped—suddenly I felt self-aware due to my own unkempt bush—and his balls were like two actual chicken eggs that happened to find themselves inside a man's scrotum. His equipment was, without a doubt, the epitome of male genitalia. My dick was as hard as diamonds, and I flipped onto my stomach, scooting forward to take the first exploratory licks of the massive cock before me.

I didn't think I would be able to get all nine inches inside; I didn't want to gag or puke. So I satisfied myself by focusing on the four to five inches I was able to swallow, using my hands to play with the rest of the shaft and his balls. Eric appreciated my effort all the same, urging me on with soft oohs and yeahs, tangling his hands in my hair and giving me shallow pumps. My tongue danced around the ridge between his head and shaft, reveling in the clear liquid I knew leaked with each delighted pulse. I felt his hands roam down my back, and then snake into my trunks, plying my ass with his firm hands. I arched towards him, moaning as a finger grazed my hole.

Apparently, all it took to turn me into a cock-hungry slut was a DILF who carried a big stick.

Eric pulled back and guided me to a sitting position, yanking my trunks down to free my aching member, springing out proudly at the chance to be included. I wasn't nearly as large as him, and I thought that might turn him off somehow, but quite the contrary given how he sucked me off with gusto. I fell back onto the bed, writhing with pleasure. It was unbelievable. I couldn't begin to fathom the pleasure sparking all over my skin, causing every hair to stand on end and countless moans to slip out of my mouth. All I could do was focus on not cumming too quickly; I didn't want to disappoint him.

He lifted my legs, and I glanced down, mildly confused as to what he was doing, before I saw him grin devilishly and felt a wet probing at my opening. The magic he was working on my dick with his tongue now applied to my puckering hole, and my hands gripped the sheets as he explored my most sensitive area with his mouth, daring to go further by pushing in as much as he could. I didn't know it could feel that good to have someone do that. I wanted to take my dick into my hands and stroke, but I knew if I did that, it would be all over. Again, my mantra played over and over: don't cum too fast, don't cum too fast, don't—

I felt cold air rush onto the wetness he left behind and my eyes focused to see him roll a condom on. I had never seen a sexier thing; I knew it meant he wanted to take me, and I was more than willing to offer myself to him. The way his cock stood up proudly, ramrod-hard and ready, made me want to get on all fours like a bitch in heat. I wanted that stud of a man to make me his, even if we were never going to see each other again once I left the room. But it didn't matter; we were, for the moment, two people who desperately needed to get their rocks off, and whatever happened beyond that wasn't of concern.

Eric slicked up his cock with a liberal amount of lube before pressing one finger, then two, into me. I thought he was being a little hasty, adding two fingers so quickly, but he took his time to let me get used to the intrusion; I figured he had nailed a standard routine for preparing his partners for his size. Maybe the unlucky ones were unprepared just by using one finger alone, and they got cocky until they found he was more than they could handle. Eric added a third finger and I groaned, hissing out, "Too much."

"We'll go slow. Promise." He leaned down to suck me again, and angled his fingers upwards; they hit a spot inside that made me clamp down on his hand and thrust deeper into his mouth. Eric did it again, and I saw fireworks, the ones that I thought you normally would see if you kissed The One. Apparently, those fairy tale movies failed to mention the other way you could see them.

"That okay?" Eric asked as he hit the spot a third time.

"Yes! Fuck," I gasped. "Just do more of that."

He pulled his fingers out and I suddenly felt an acute emptiness until his bulbous head pressed against my hole. I tensed; would I be able to take all nine inches? He was easily the largest man I had been with. I didn't think I would die—what a way to go, fucked to death by the biggest cock ever recorded—but no one wanted to show up at the ER complaining of internal bleeding from a good fuck.

As his head breached my opening, I began to feel the burn of the stretch. I groaned, mostly from pain, and he sought to take my mind off it by kissing my mouth, and ears, and neck. Eric went slowly, ever so slowly, as I focused on my breathing and tried to force myself to relax to accommodate him. I wasn't sure how long it took, but he finally bottomed out—I felt his balls press against my ass. I let out a deep breath.

"Just let me know when you're ready," Eric said.

I wiggled my ass and moaned as I felt slight pressure on my prostate. "Just... slow."

Eric pulled back until only his head was still inside, and then slowly pumped back in, giving me his full length. I groaned; it still felt like too much. I didn't know how his wife, or anyone for that matter, could take all of him. He noticed my slight discomfort and placed a hand on my chest as a way to reassure me. "We can stop. I know it's a lot." Just then, he angled upwards and I saw the equivalent of a whole 4th of July extravaganza going off at once.

"Just do more of that, holy shit!"

Eric flipped me around onto my knees and swiftly penetrated me again in one smooth motion. I gasped, my hands trembling from the intense pleasure. Eric was going to ruin me for all other men afterwards; how could anyone measure up, literally? All I could do as he thrust inwards, and hit my spot every time, was grip my cock and moan so loudly that I'm sure the people in the nearby rooms were scandalized.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck I'm close!" I gritted out.

Eric's hands gripped my waist and he increased his tempo. "Come on, Gabe. Cum for me."

Urged on by his command, I saw nothing but searing white as my release sprayed all over the no-longer-pristine sheets. I was fucked senseless; I felt like I had no actual control of my body. I was only vaguely aware of what my hand was doing, flying over my shaft, squeezing every last drop of cum out. I cried out into the pillows, burying my head into them as I rode out the wave of ecstasy coursing through my body.

Eric, still pumping behind me, grunted, "Turn around."

Still cock-drunk, I obeyed, dimly aware that he got onto the bed and stood over my face, tearing the condom off, his hand a blur. Eric roared, angling his cock downwards as the first jet landed on my chin. My chest was quickly a canvas for his white ropes, and the heat from them made my softening cock twitch. He unloaded a staggering amount of cum before leaning down and licking the stray runnel off my chin, sharing it with me in a deep, sensuous kiss. He tasted sweet, like pineapple. I ran a finger through the pool in my navel and brought it to my lips.

Eric laughed above me. "Taste good?"

I fell backwards in a heap, his cum running down my sides. "Fuck."

Eric rolled me onto my side and wrapped his arms around me, nestling his semi-hard cock between my ass cheeks, nuzzling the nape of my neck. "Yeah. That was good."

Were it a romance worthy of Claire du Champs, at that point Eric would've declared his undying love for me, plan to divorce Monica amicably (which she would agree to because she was unbothered by the necessity of legal attachments like marriage), and I would be at his side, jetsetting around the world as we saw mountains and castles and oceans, making love every night as we called out each others' names in the throes of passion.

Instead, we shared a shower. I put on my clothes, and he dug a pair of shorts and a tattered shirt out of his luggage. We shared a smile, that cheesy hand gesture that marked us as Central State Eagles, and I left.

I sat at the hotel bar, still processing what had actually happened. Eric had made it clear: all it was was a hookup. I wasn't bothered by that. It was easily the best sex I had had up to that point of my life, and I couldn't hold that against Eric. Still, even though I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and I wasn't clawing at the door pleading to be let back in so he could get back in, something felt just slightly off—no, slightly different. It was like Eric had torn down the dusty curtains so he could open the windows and let the stale air out.

I ordered another margarita, a mango one this time—my checking account cried uncle but I felt like I deserved a drink—and as I was close to finishing it, I saw a person sit on a stool out of the corner of my eye: it was the frat bro from earlier that day, the one with the dirty blond hair. He tossed his cap on the bar and sighed, ruffling his flattened close-cropped hair. He wore a green tank that proudly proclaimed support for the Central State Eagles. The bro ordered a tall beer and furrowed his brow as he tapped away at his phone.

"Hey, man. Rough day?" I couldn't stop the words as they tumbled out of my mouth, to my astonishment. My brain pulled the trigger before the rest of me prepared for the opening salvo.

He looked up from his phone in surprise, probably not expecting anyone to shake him out of his reverie. I don't know if he banked on seeing someone like me, probably looking a little fruity with an orange drink that had a pink umbrella in it, but he replied with a wry smile, "I've had better."

Emboldened, I moved down to sit next to him. "Not interested in my cousin? She was giving you guys a really hard sell. I was on the beach earlier with her."

His eyes widened, then he laughed. "That's your cousin? She's really pushy."

"Not your type?"

"I'm gay."

I'm sure my eyes lit up. "Gay and in a fraternity? That's not something you hear about often."

"It can be hard." It might've been innuendo, it might've been just innocent. I thought I could see that spark of interest in his eyes, the idea that maybe there could be something more. Whatever that looked like.

I leaned in. "I can lend an ear."