Away Messages

Anton Samuel, an ambitious young professional with the gift of gab, was working the room at a conference. Since joining Major Consulting, he'd been to 15 conferences in the last six months alone, so he had the "run of show" down to an art. He'd land, set up the company's exhibiting booth, take a stroll and introduce himself to neighbouring vendors and attendees alike, then crash back at the hotel. Rinse and repeat for the next two days. Except he didn't crash.

Lying in bed, a plush white robe courtesy of the hotel wrapped around his slender, small body, Anton was scrolling through the hookup apps looking for company. Running his fingers through his jet black curly hair as his bright green eyes darted from naked photo to headless torso, all conveniently within walking distance from him. Between his slim thighs, he felt his cock harden as he looked at some of the photos and thought of what it might feel like for these men to be inside him. Out of the sea of older men begging to be sucked, younger men begging to be fucked and financed, and those in-between begging for a little company, Anton stumbled across one particularly alluring headless torso.

He kept tapping the profile, looking through the photos, then tapping off. At first, because the headless man didn't show his face - something Anton didn't enjoy abiding at this point in time. The second time he tapped the profile open, he decided actually to read the profile. The headless potential conquest was 55 to Anton's 28; not Anton's usual thing. But his profile was refreshingly earnest, and Anton could tell the man put thought into it. It was on the third time that Anton tapped the profile that he finally sent a message via chat.

"Hey, u still looking 4 sum fun 2nite?"

Anton sent off the message and was about to resume his aimless scrolling through profiles when dancing ellipses appeared at the bottom left of the chat window. The headless older man was responding.

"Yeah, you free? What's your status?" the man replied.

"Yeah, and it looks like you're at the hotel next door. Oh, and yeah, get tested regularly. Negative."

Anton propped himself up on his elbow. His chat partner was quite attentive, and the thought of breaking routine and heading out for a sexual encounter enticed him. Although he often found himself scrolling through this particular app when he travelled, Anton never acted on the urges that bubbled up, choosing instead to stroke one of his explosive loads out to porn before falling asleep, alone.

"Okay, wanna come over in 5 mins? You top, bottom, or vers?" the respondent inquired. Anton saw the timeframe and shot off the bed. He disrobed, grabbed the underwear he'd been wearing all day and slid it up to his waist. Then he threw on a t-shirt and stepped into a pair of acid wash jeans before slipping his feet into the one pair of workout sneakers he brought. Anton rarely worked out when travelling for work, but he always packed a pair of sneakers when travelling.

"Yeah, on my way now. What room are you in?"

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All the way from his hotel room, down to the lobby, and across the street to the other hotel, Anton's body vibrated with excitement. He tried to get himself to relax, to breathe in and out calmly, to stop his teeth from chattering. But nothing helped. Still, the experience was exhilarating, and he was not going to turn back now. Even when he narrowly avoided being seen by a few of his new "conference buddies" while they lapped up cheap networking-reception-wine in the lobby, he pressed on. Once he got into the elevator, he pressed the number 12, and the elevator shook to a start, carrying him up and up.

The elevator spat Anton out on the twelfth floor, and he slowly followed the signs to room 1216. With his phone in hand, Anton tried to look like he belonged there, like this was a normal thing for normal people to be doing. And it was. He was not under some saintly impression that he was the first person to meet a hookup at a hotel, and he knew he wouldn't be the last. The hallway being empty helped calm his nerves, and when he walked up to the door marked with the numbers 1216, Anton knocked twice and waited. From the underside of the door, Anton could see movement and, for a moment, wondered what the person on the other side was thinking as he obviously peered through the peephole. Was Anton better looking than his profile pics? Worse? Was he too young? Too fat? Too skinny?

Before he could spiral into a cloud of self-critical thinking, the door swung open and the headless torso - now with a very handsome head attached - appeared. Anton was surprised that the man was still as naked as his photos. He welcomed Anton in with the ease of welcoming an old friend over for catching up. The older man closed the door behind them and ushered Anton into his hotel room.

There was an open carry-on luggage sitting on the couch that sat in front of the large window, clothes spilling out from its black insides. The TV was on, showing a classic sitcom at a lower volume, and the bed was still made. The crisp white linens looked inviting but neither Anton nor the room's intended guest sat. Instead, they stood across from one another; Anton near the window, leaning against the couch, and the older man sat by the desk, right next to the TV.

"You're cute," said the older naked man in a disarmingly sweet tone. "I guess we should have exchanged names or something beforehand. You can call me Dane."

"I'm...Anton."

"Nice to meet you, Anton. Do you want some water or something?" Dane asked. He walked over to where Anton stood and pulled the blackout blinds together, casting the room into a near-pitch-black darkness. Dane busied himself with turning on the lights in the room; his naked body brushing against Anton's clothed body as he passed near him.

"Do you do this thing often?" Dane asked after he'd turned on the last light and finally sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Uh, no, actually. First time doing this. I usually don't like to do...this when I'm, uh, working." Anton let out a sigh, trying to regulate his own breathing. He sat down on the couch, his bright green eyes locked onto Dane's deep brown ones.

"Oh, you're here for the IT conference? Me too!"

Dane leaned back a bit, spreading his large, meaty thighs and exposing a cock that was both flaccid and thick. Anton couldn't help but stare. Even at a distance, he could tell it was thicker than his wrist. A vein ran parallel from base to head, and Anton wanted nothing more than to have that veiny cock inside of his mouth.

"I guess we'll see each other tomorrow then. Or maybe we've already seen each other today." Anton cracked a smile, his eyes darting between Dane's captivating gaze and his beer-can-thick cock that grew harder, longer, and veinier with each passing second. Like a snake charmer's flute to a cobra, Anton slowly moved from the couch over to the bed and sat next to Dane. The older man smiled and rested his hand on Anton's small thigh.

"Who knows, if tonight goes well, we could make a repeat of this. You could be my conference boyfriend." Dane smirked as he moved his hand up and down Anton's thigh, his finger rubbing against the younger man's semi-erect cock. Anton closed his eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Y-yeah, that would...be nice," Anton said before leaning into Dane and planting a soft kiss on the older man's lips. That tender, soft kiss grew in intensity as Dane returned the kiss in kind, upping the ante. Dane gripped Anton's bulge firmly, massaging his cock and balls with his larger, meaty hands. Tongues intertwined and lips pressed against one another as the two men fell back onto the bed. Dane pulled Anton close to him, tugging his t-shirt off of his chest and tossing it onto the couch. Their bare skin-on-skin contact intensified their sensuous kissing as hands explored bare chests. Dane's cock grew to its full mast and it rubbed against Anton's stomach, depositing cold globs of precum onto his smooth, light brown skin.

"You ready to do this?" Dane asked, taking a break from kissing Anton. Anton got up from the bed, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off his body. He removed his underwear with expediency and knelt his naked, taut body between Dane's legs. The younger man marvelled at the erect cock as it dripped glistening pearls of precum from the tip down to the base. Almost by instinct, Anton opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and lapped up every drop available to him. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time and elicited a small moan from Anton.

"You've got a massive cock," Anton said as he stroked the shaft from base to head, up and down.

"Yeah, most of the bottoms I've met haven't been able to take more than the head. I've got lots of lube if you wanna try," Dane responded. He sat up and looked down at Anton's hand and mouth movements against his cock. Anton's lips, once wrapped around Dane's, were now enveloping Dane's cock's head. Precum now oozed into Anton's mouth, and he swallowed every tasty morsel before sliding down the thick member. He struggled at first but once he felt his nose buried into the small pubic hair patch and heard Dane's emphatic moans, Anton knew he'd achieved the desired effect.

"FUCK! How'd you swallow all of it?"

Dane didn't have time to take in the considerably impressive feat because Anton had started sliding his lips up and down the thick shaft. Now glazed with saliva, Dane filled the room with loud moans.

"Jesus, no bottom has ever deepthroated me, either!" Dane fell back onto the bed, basking in the intense sensation of his entire cock disappearing, then reappearing, repeatedly in and out of Anton's warm, wet mouth. Anton grabbed at Dane's low-hanging, heavy balls and massaged them as he sucked Dane's cock.

"I'm getting close. You should probably stop. I don't wanna cum yet!" Dane begged feebly, but soon, he felt himself crest into climax, and he was filling Anton's mouth with a geyser amount of hot cum. Dane's fingers gripped the white comforter, he threw his head back and arched his back. The sensation was intense, and he deposited every drop of cum down Anton's throat. Once he'd felt sufficiently emptied, Danes at back up and looked down at Anton.

"Wow, that was a lot of cum," Anton said as he wiped his lips of the sweet-and-salty cum. Anton stood up slowly and started looking for his underwear when he felt a scintillating, warm wetness against his asshole.

"Fuck! What...you're up for more?" Anton asked as he bent over and grabbed the back of the chair for leverage. Behind him, Dane spread his asscheeks wide open and shoved his tongue as far into Anton's tight hole as he could. He licked along the outside of Anton's hole, smacking his pert, round ass cheeks.

"You've been with a few one-pump chumps, I see," Dane said when he came up for air. "You'll see I'm not like that," Dane continued before diving back in between Anton's cheeks. That night, Anton would come to know how true that was.

Dane lifted himself from behind Anton, signalling that his oral assault was complete. Anton's legs shook and he let out a long, soft moan.

"I've never had someone eat me out that well!" Anton confessed, looking back at Dane, who was positioning himself behind Anton.

"Had to get you ready, didn't I?" Dane said. The older man reached to his right and grabbed a large bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount onto his cock and lubed up his shaft, then applied a similarly generous amount onto Anton's hole. He pushed his erect cock slowly into Anton's hole and he felt it open up and welcome him in.

"Jesus, you're fucking tight. You doin' okay?" Dane asked Anton, who'd leaned forward and buried his face into the couch cushions.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for going slow," replied Anton in between long, deep breaths. Eventually, Dane fit his entire shaft into Anton's tight hole and he leaned back to marvel at his thick cock spreading Anton's hole wide open. They stayed like that for a minute or two, allowing Anton to get used to the girth and the length. But after awhile, the younger man began gyrating his hips slowly against Dane's stationary cock.

"That's it, use me like your dildo. That's what I'm here for, Anton." Dane ran his fingers through Anton's curly, jet black hair as he began slowly thrusting in and out. Anton began yelping loudly, which soon turned into loud moans of pleasure. Dane, feeling his sexual partner become more comfortable with him, increased the speed of his thrusts.

"You want me to go harder? Faster?" Dane asked as he increased his speed and the intensity of his pelvic thrusts.

"Yes! FUCK! Do it! Fuck me like crazy!" Anton commanded as he held onto the couch and allowed Dane to ram his thick cock deeper, harder, faster. The room became filled with the sounds of their shared moaning, Dane's balls slapping against Anton's ass cheeks, and the occasional hand slapping against butt cheek.

"Fuck, why'd you have to be so tight?! I can already feel another load coming," Dane confessed as he grabbed Anton's waist and jackhammered his cock into Anton's inviting hole.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum too. I want you cum, Daddy Dane! Give me your cum!" Anton screamed as ropes of cum shot out from his cock and onto the carpeted floor under them. Dane felt Anton's hole tighten around his thrusts and soon after began depositing hot cum inside of Anton's hole. Sweat dripped down both of their bodies as they separated slowly. Dane's cock still oozing cum, and Anton's hole opening up, letting Dane's cum flow down his thighs.

Once both men had caught their breath, Anton got up from the couch and looked back at Dane, who'd sat back down onto the bed.

"Wow, that was incredible! I guess..." But before Anton could finish, Dane had pulled the younger man down into a passionate kiss. He rubbed his cock against Anton's hole before inserting the full length of his thick shaft and resumed his pelvic thrusts.

"Fuck, I guess you're not done, huh?" Anton said with a smirk in between moans. He rocked his hips back and forth, driving Dane's cock deeper into his own body.

And so they continued for hours. Dane thrust his cock deep inside of Anton, filling Anton's hole with cum, taking a break, then trying a new position. Dane fucked Anton in the bed with his legs spread wide. He fucked the young professional in the bathroom, forcing him to stare at the reflection of their sexual machinations in the bathroom mirror. Dane fucked Anton against the wall by the hotel room door. He even deposited a load of his cum while fucking Anton with the curtains drawn open.

By the time each of them had blown at least six or seven loads, it was almost morning. Anton and Dane were equally spent and cuddled up to one another in the cold, wet spot in the bed.

"I got here at 9 pm. It's...five am now," Anton said, letting out a small chuckle as he cuddled into Dane's warm body. Dane, in kind, wrapped his arms around the younger man and laughed alongside him.

"I wasn't planning on skipping sleep, but you presented a really compelling argument." Dane quipped. The two men stayed like this for a while before Anton broke free and started getting dressed.

"Last night was really fun. And so was this morning," he said with a smile as he pulled his boxer briefs over his ass and reached down to do the same to his pants.

"Yeah. I meant what I said, you know. About making this a thing between us while we're at this conference together. If you're up for another long night." Dane flashed a devilish smirk while sitting up and resting against the headboard. Anton laughed as he buttoned his pants and slid his t-shirt over his head. He could still feel Dane's cum inside of his hole, and the emptiness caused by having such a thick cock repeatedly slamming into your insides only made him want to stay that much more. But Anton fought the urge and, instead, walked over to where Dane sat on the bed and planted a soft kiss on the older man's lips.

"I'll message you on the app," said Anton before he walked out of the hotel room. A housekeeper waved good morning and Anton waved back. A small part of him wondered if she smiled at him because, somehow, she'd heard him screaming, calling out Dane's name, begging him to fuck him harder. Anton blushed at the thought as he walked down the hallway to catch the elevator. The down arrow lit up when he pressed it, and as he was waiting, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Anton fished it out and the phone call flashed "Kiel <3". He answered the call.

"Hey honey, good morning." Anton stepped into the elevator. "Yeah, I had a good night... Yeah, I'm just leaving his room right now...No one's ever gonna be as good as you are, but he scratched the itch that you can't right now...Well, he said he wants to see me again, but I dunno, I'm pretty worn out from last night. And this morning... Ha. Ha. Who knew I married a stand-up comic?... Alright, honey...I love you too. Call me when you're leaving for work, okay?"

When the elevator dinged and the door opened to the ground floor, the morning light was blinding to Anton's pupils. He stepped out of the elevator, across the lobby, and walked to his hotel. Once back in his room, he stripped off his clothes and jumped into the shower, rinsing the dried sweat and cum off of his young, supple body. From inside the hotel room shower stall, he heard his phone vibrate. Warm water splashed all over his body as he reached beyond the shower curtains to grab his phone. He tapped on the notification and was greeted with a message from Dane's profile:

FEEL LIKE PLAYING HOOKEY? I MISS YOUR ASS ALREADY.

Anton smirked, tapped out a reply, and returned to the shower. He was looking forward to a good day ahead.