3 -In a hotel room with a stranger – Part three

Guayaquil proved to be a gold mine of eligible and attractive young men

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By Phil Oropesa

I was almost nude on the white sheets in a hotel room, all I had on was my jock strap I was waiting for the man I met less than a few hours ago, I shut the bedroom curtains so that it would be dark, yet the warm air of a summer afternoon in Guayaquil was still moving the drapes and sneaking into the room... Now I am completely relaxed after the overwhelming stress, the grueling day at the exposition, on my feet most of the day and with Pisco sours as my only means of sustenance.

At the computer show I was the only one manning the booth. At the last minute the guy who was supposed to accompany me had an appendicitis attack. I had been holding for over five hours wanting to take a piss but couldn’t because customers kept coming by and asking for our products. Finally I asked the people in the booth next to mine to watch my display and I went to the restroom. While I was walking in with me side by side there is this very handsome man, in his thirties and he yielded for me to enter and then smiled. I was in front of the urinal and he did also. But I noticed that he was getting an erection and then he looked my way and winked.

I got through taking a leak and after washing our hands he asked me in English where I was from. I asked him the same question and he said he was from Silicon Valley…then he asked me where my display was because he wanted to come by. I returned to my display and not more than five minutes later he showed up. He introduced himself: “How rude of me, my name is Ibrahim Habib.” I knew it, he was too handsome and too macho to be anything other than an Arab; but a gay one? Surely that erection and the wink and now him coming over meant he was interested. It turned out we were staying in the same hotel and he told me he would come by around eight if that was ok with me…We both knew right then and there why…we were going to have a fling.

The anticipation is killing me…I am getting hard just thinking about this very attractive man making love to me and he should be here soon…I looked at my watch and it was 7:45…I tossed a little and the fear of rejection invaded me…what if he doesn’t show up?” Nah, perish the thought…he wouldn’t have come to my booth and suggestively unbuttoned his shirt while he inserted his hand to caress his beautiful chest.

I looked at my watch once more…it seemed like an eternity…it was 8:05. I thought, Shit, he is not going to come over. And then at ten past eight I hear a knock at the door…I said: “come on in, it is not locked” and I am still in the bed while he approaches and kisses me. Then he opens his shirt completely to reveal the most beautiful body…the skin color was incredible and the firmness of his muscles. This boy was fit.

He gets closer to the bed and pulls out his cock for me to suck. I engulfed it with my mouth and he loved it…

The two things I noticed right away were: The guy is not circumcised and he has tats…that is unusual for a Muslim. So I asked him how come he was not cut? And his answer was that his family was Christian Lebanese…that explains it…but it was wonderful nevertheless…a very sexy body and a beautiful uncut dick.

He took all his clothes off and climbed into bed, I was still on my stomach and he placed himself on top of me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears. I could sense the heat of this man, the raw power and virility and also the magical macho scent.

I was also feeling his cock pressing into my ass crack and that was so exciting…the prospect of getting fucked was a turn on by itself. I could feel the pressure mounting; his resolve was relentless and soon the invader was going to force itself into my anal cavity. Ibrahim applied more spit and this time my poor asshole just couldn’t hold back this man’s masculinity. It gave, it yielded so that now he could provide me with pure pleasure…after the original pain of penetration had subsided. He was very good about it…he waited a reasonable amount of time before he began to pump his cock into my ass.

Ibrahim: “Phil, you have a great ass, how does it feel? Do you like my cock inside you?”

Me: “Oh, yeah, it feels great now…now that the pain has gone…fuck that ass, yeah, that’s it, fuck it”

Ibrahim kept a very steady pace for about ten minutes then increased it to maddening speed, it was like a machine gun, so very fast and his hips were moving only his torso was rigid and remained in place…He had that great technique of fucking without moving his whole body…I was watching it in the reflection of the mirror and it was so hot that the visual, the macho scent and the massaging of my prostrate was incredible and I could feel an impending orgasm.

As he kept pumping I could feel his breathing get more agitated and by now he was voicing his pleasure: “Oh, ah, ah, what a great ass you have, ah, ah, ah, you are going to get my cum in your ass….do you want it?” I didn’t answer, I couldn’t because I was starting to shoot my own wad in what proved to be one of the longest orgasms I had ever had. But Ibrahim was now announcing his own and we both reached a climax at the same time. I felt kind of bad afterward because I was right on top of his red shirt and when I came I got it all over his shirt.

He stayed inside me for a while until the last drop of his cum had eased out of his dick. Then he pulled out and told me that he had to return because his wife was waiting for him to go to dinner. He gave me his card and told me to call him when I returned because his company was looking for a distributor in South America and with the network of customers and contacts that my company had it was a no brainer. I never saw Ibrahim again but I did get my company exclusive rights to represent a very lucrative line of computer products.