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Subject: Full Service at Dad’s Motel Part 3 Full Service At Dad’s Motel By Danny Smith Part 3 Inside the room I felt like I was in a trance. Was this really happening? A beautiful dark-haired stud was going have sex with me! My experience with Capt. Beiser had been my first, but it was though a hole in a booth. This would be in full view of each other. What would it be like? I couldn’t wait to find out. It was a hot afternoon and the room was stuffy. I turned on the AC while he made a short show of inspecting the room. We both knew why we were really there. He began to unbutton his uniform, saying “It’s still kind of hot in here. Maybe we should get comfortable.” He hung his uniform jacket over the back of a chair and began unbuckling his pants. Without a second thought I got down on my knees in front of him and helped him unbutton his trousers and unzip them. He slipped them off, kicked off his shoes, and took off his undershirt. I was thrilled to see this was about the hairiest man I had ever seen. Thick and black, it matted his muscular chest and spread out over his broad shoulders. His nipples were hard to find because they were practically covered with chest hair, but looked large and dark. He was still wearing his jockey shorts, and I sensed it was my job help him out of those. This would be the big reveal. Like I was unwrapping a Christmas present I slowly pulled his shorts down, watching fascinated as the thick black bush was exposed little by little. Before I even finished the “unwrapping” I paused to stick my tongue into the middle of that beautiful bush and lick the hairs. My stomach had butterflies in it as I let myself go. I was indulging my wildest fantasies! Slowly I continued pulling the shorts down and came to the root of his still-flaccid cock. More. More. Another inch. Another. This was a big one! Finally the thick head popped into view and my mouth literally watered. But wait! More to see? Another inch to see his balls. Another. And another! Amazingly, his nuts were swinging freely in front of me, a good two inches beyond the tip of his cock! What a ball sack! This guy had the lowest hangers I had ever seen in my life! I reached out and began playing with them, knocking them gently to watch them sway back and forth. This was incredible. I didn’t really know anything about sucking balls, but it seemed to make sense at the time. I opened wide and engulfed one huge nut in my mouth, rolling it back and forth with my tongue, savoring the salty, vinegary taste and loving the sensation of all that hair on my tongue. I left off the first one and began working on the second. He was loving it as much as I was so it went on for several minutes. At one point he said “Try to get them both in your mouth at once.” I tried, but couldn’t quite make it. He offered to help, saying “just relax your jaw” then helping to shove both in at the same time. I did it, which was awesome, but it didn’t leave room for me to fondle them with my tongue. But it was satisfying to just hold there motionless with a mouthful of testicles and dream about the millions of sperms just a fraction of an inch from my mouth. I fantasized that I was warming them up to be shot into my mouth. Which made me eager to get to the main event. I finished slurping his balls and started in on the main event, the big enchilada. I had it hard in no time and he was clearly zoning out with the pleasure I was bringing him. He wanted me to take it all — “deep throat it,” he said — and I knew instantly what he meant. But I wasn’t able to do it easily no matter how hard we both tried. If his cock had been sticking straight out from his groin I probably could have because I loved the sensation of feeling it down my throat. But the problem was his cock was sticking straight up and had a slight curve back toward his body. He gave me some advice by saying “all we need to do is change the angle of attack. Let’s try this on the bed.” I did as I thought he wanted with my head on the pillow, but he instructed me differently. “Put your feet on the pillow.” Then he laid down beside me the other direction. “Now,” he said, “hop up here on top of me.” I didn’t need to be asked twice! Eagerly I climbed aboard his hairy body and found that he was right. Straddling escort bayan his body with my legs with his dick in my face, I could see that the curve of his cock now angled perfectly for me to take it right down to the root. As I was lost in the moment with my throat stuffed and my nose buried in pubes I realized that he was sucking my cock at the same time. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that my dick was in his face. I was so focused on providing him pleasure while draining his balls, that I didn’t even give my own pleasure a thought. My pleasure was right there in my throat. But I was sure enjoying it! I’d never imagined simultaneous sex like this and it brought me to the edge quickly. In less than a minute I unhooked my throat from his penis just long enough to say “I’m really close!” He responded, “Let yourself go. I can match it. I’ll cum a few seconds after you do.” I couldn’t believe anyone could have that much control — I sure didn’t — but trusted that he was the expert and that he wanted to teach me all the tricks of the trade. Sure enough it happened just like he said it would. I passed that point of no return and started thrusting my cock into his hot mouth, never letting go of his rod. In seconds I was jizzing right into his mouth. Before my spurts were finished his tool started to throb and I got the sweet sensation that I knew now was my life’s destiny — man seed, baby batter, ball juice, call it what you will — his sperm was shooting into my waiting mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could because I didn’t want to waste a drop. When he finally subsided and the last few drops were drizzling into my mouth, I let go of his manhood and watched with satisfaction as it flopped back down on his hairy stomach. Then I saw still more seed dribbling out of his mighty tool and watched it pool just below his naval. I couldn’t let it go to waste so I began to lick it up. The sensation of licking up cum from a man’s hairy body is one I’ve never ceased to love. He seemed in no big hurry to get dressed or get back to the base, which was fine with me. I switched positions so we could lie side-by-side in the bed. He was super affectionate and started to kiss me, deeply and passionately. He couldn’t keep his hands off my body and I was the same. He played with my nipples, first with his fingers then later by licking them gently. I wanted to do the same with him — to give him as much pleasure as I could. I took a few seconds to actually find them because his chest was so hairy! But when I did it was worth it. The feeling of licking a guy’s hairy nipples is another one I’ve never stopped enjoying. The best part for me was that he loved it too. Making a grown man feel that good, especially a he-man like this masculine, strong, stud gave me feeling of, I don’t know, power or control maybe? Or service? Usefulness? I’ve never really figured it all out but I know that, even though I call myself a bottom, sometimes it’s the bottom who is in control over the top. Anyway, all good things come to an end including me and Col. Baker lying there playing with each other’s bodies. He stretched, yawned, and got up to get dressed. His parting words were, “Steve was sure right. You’re one of the best damn cocksuckers I’ve ever seen in my life. This is going to be a great relationship.” I beamed as he left the room. I don’t know what he might have said to Dad on his way out but Dad seemed pleased with me so whatever it was, I guess it was good. And that was just the beginning. My life after that became an erotic dream. My sex life was filled to the brim with virile young studs who wanted nothing other than to get their rocks off. Dad made it clear that I could always say no to anyone, but I never did. Not once. It didn’t take long for the word to get out and the pattern was set. A new guest would check in and if he was someone from the Air Force he knew before he signed the register what the score was. Often I would be at the front desk myself; when they saw me the conversation usually went something like this: “Are you the kid that…?” They never had to finish that sentence. My immediate response was “Yes sir.” Then came something like “Well, when can you…” “Anytime you want.” I tried to put the guys at ease by flashing a kocaeli escort bayan big grin to signal that it was cool and they didn’t have to be nervous. We agreed on a time easily. If the guy said “How about 8:00” and I was free I’d say “Sure I’ll put you down” and make a note in the guest register. If I was busy I’d just ask “Can we make it 7:00?” Sometimes I had homework that I wanted to finish first. For some reason that seemed to excite these studs even more. I really was as young as they thought I was! But other times (the best ones for me) were when the airman would say “What about right now?” I loved when that happened! I would say “I’ll show you to your room,” then get my Dad from his office to cover the front desk. The reason I loved that the best was because it meant that the dude was really horny and wanted serviced right away. Needed it. And there was no way he needed it as much as I did. During down times I’d hang out around the pool waiting for guys to walk into the bathroom. I usually didn’t go for the traveling salesmen types that much, although there weren’t that many of them, but sometimes I did. The gloryhole became my best friend. And school was a dream. No one knew my back story and I was able to get my sex urges under control because I was getting so much satisfaction back at the motel. No more getting busted in the locker rooms for “dick watching.” And I got better and better at developing my skills. I knew the right way to service a guy for sure, and always tried to please. That’s why a lot of guys from the base would come over even when they weren’t staying at the motel. They were just horny and needed serviced. Plus I learned how to get fucked. I didn’t really like it as much as giving blowjobs, at least at first, but some of the guys made it clear that’s what they wanted to do to me, so I submitted. The first two or three times were not that great to be honest and I thought about just drawing the line. But I’m glad I didn’t. Gradually my asshole loosened up a little bit and I learned it could be a real joy. The best part of my education about fucking was learning to take it from any position they wanted. Sometimes a guy wanted me on all fours so he could mount me from behind. Other guys wanted it missionary style with me on my back, legs up and spread wide apart. Some — the really horny guys — wanted to walk in the room, bend me over the bed first thing, pull my pants down, and stick it in, no prep, no rimming, nothing. I actually learned to like that too. Maybe that was the best. It made me feel dirty and slutty, sure, but I also felt important. Like I was doing my part to support our military. Plus those guys often called me back for a second round later in the evening when they were a little more gentle. The other good thing about occupancy being full up at the motel was I could service three, four, maybe five guys a night. It left me awash with a bellyful of cum by the end of the evening. Sometimes I’d keep going from room to room until almost midnight. Dad always made me wrap it up before 12:00 especially if it was a school night. But there was still part of me that craved more cum, even on heavy nights. I just couldn’t seem to get enough of that spermy goodness, and I was always on the hunt for any studs who could shoot a large volume in my mouth. I mentioned that once to one of the guys in his room. This was right after he’d cum in my mouth and was asking me about a lot of things. He asked me why volume was so important. “I just like the feeling of having my mouth filled up with jizz,” I told him. “No matter how big a load you shoot I just wish it was bigger.” He responded, “Look I may be able to help you out there.” “How, I mean you did shoot a big load just now but it is what it is. You can’t just force yourself to shoot more. Or can you?” “No, but I know of a way to fill your mouth and give you the sensation you’re looking for.” I didn’t know where this was heading, but he paused for a fairly long time. My heart started to race. In the back of my mind I pictured something that I couldn’t put into words, or didn’t want to. “Don’t say `no’ right away, but…have you thought about piss?” “What do you mean `thought about it’?” “Some kocaeli escort guys like it, that’s all I’m saying.” “Like what?” “C’mon kid, you know the score. I’m talking about me taking a piss right in your mouth. When you feel it filling up your mouth, you just start swallowing knowing that there’s still more on the way. There’s always more. That’s what’s good about it.” “But how does it taste?” “Like piss. What can I say? You have to try it for yourself. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. But if you do like it…” This was a revelation to me. It hit me like a thunderbolt. I was dumbstruck thinking about it. It had never crossed my mind to taste piss, much less drink it. But then I got to thinking. I loved standing at a urinal next to a guy with a big one, taking a leak. I loved listening to the stream hit the urinal, to the way he shook it to get off those last drops. Could I get down and let someone use my mouth for that? I wanted to find out. I still couldn’t speak so in silence I just nodded my head. “You sure?” I nodded again. “Okay, here’s the best way to do it. Let’s go into the bathroom and get naked. Just in case it gets messy.” I did as he said. When we were both naked and in position (me on the floor, him standing over me), he continued instructing me: “Okay, take my cock in your mouth…just the head…no a little deeper than that…there you go. Now, in a minute I’ll start. I’ll let you know when it’s coming. I’ve got pretty good control so I can stop it if you don’t like it, but I want you to at least try to take it for a few seconds. Swallow as much as you can before quitting on me. If you don’t like it, no problem. But I’ll bet you will. Remember, don’t quit on me.” I felt challenged. There was no way I would quit on him. He’d been too good a top for me to stop servicing him now. I knelt there on the floor with his manhood in my mouth waiting. I waited almost a minute. Of course it was a pleasure to have a man’s penis in my mouth at any time, so I sure wasn’t complaining, but I was eager to cross this new threshold. Before long he said, “Okay, here it is. I’ll try to give you just a little bit at first so you can get used to the taste.” I just nodded, not wanting to let go his juicy cock. Suddenly I felt it — warm and wet, and shooting out of the end of his cock. It was piss. He kept his word and stopped after just a few seconds. I swallowed. I was hooked. Not just on the taste, but also on the sensation, and most of all on the thought that I had taken it to another level. I was not only cocksucker, and a cum swallower, and a fuck boy, I was also a piss drinker! “Like it?” he asked. Again, I just nodded with his dick stuck in my mouth. “Here we go.” And with that he unleashed a flood. The force of his stream was intense, the volume amazing. The warmth and wetness of it filled my soul just as surely as the piss itself filled my stomach. “Keep swallowing!” he shouted. The volume almost got the better of me. I didn’t think I could hold any more. I tapped his thigh to signal to him, then looked up into his eyes to try and show I was in some distress. He was sneering at me. That made him look like more of a stud than ever so I relaxed and continued to serve him. In a short while he said “I’m almost finished. Don’t stop!” he barked. When the stream slowed and died, he pulled out his cock and shook it in my face, flinging the last few drops of piss on my face. “Don’t wipe that off yet,” he snarled. He helped me up then and, both of us standing there in the bathroom naked, he took my face in both his manly hands and licked my face getting off the last few drops of his gift. His menacing demeanor softened and vanished. Suddenly he became warm and comforting. Nurturing even. We hugged for a long minute while he crooned “You’re a good boy. You’re a real good boy. You’re a good piss drinker. You drank my piss. You’re a sweet little boy.” No one had called me “a sweet little boy” for years. Definitely not the guys on the junior-varsity team that I played ball with. They all thought of me as one of the tough guys on the field — and I was! But now, here in his arms, my belly full of both his cum and his piss, I felt safe and protected. And loved. I wanted to keep doing what I was doing at the motel forever, no changes. But part of me also wanted more. I’d taken my sexual abilities to a high level. But I still wanted more. Was there a next level? And what was it? Before long I found out. It was weird…and kinky…and fun… To be continued….

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