Windowpane

The motel alarm clock screams in square red numerals: 3:45. The rest is darkness, the crisp unfamiliar feel of motel bed sheets and the low hum of the air conditioner. Don’t know why I’m awake. Maybe that sexy dream I had, with the handsome cub in army fatigues, down in the bunker.

Damn. Wish I could go back to that one.

I pull back the bedcovers and sit up on the edge of the bed. My balls hang over the edge, the cool of the sheets smooth against my ballsack. My cock is soft and hooded up which surprises me considering that damn dream. I pinch my foreskin closed and pull on it some. Juicy. I scratch at my pubes a little, starin’ at the crack in the curtain which lets in just a sliver of soft night, maybe a street light or maybe the motel rooms across the small courtyard.

I stand up and soft pad over to the bathroom, lift the lid and piss a nice solid noisy stream. “Aww,” I sigh. Holdin’ my cock to aim gives it ideas of its own and pretty quick my cock is getting’ semi-hard and pushin’ against my foreskin, rollin’ it back.

The toilet flushes loud and someone in the room next to me coughs. I wash my hands and pad out into the room again. I’m rubbin’ my belly which is covered in manfur and starin’ at the dark space that is the motel mirror. I can barely make out my form: tall, big-bellied, big bear arms and legs. My hand moves up to my nipple and gives it a tug.

“Mmf,” I grunt. Feels good like fire.

I walk over to the curtain and part it some. The night is dark and my window is on the third floor overlooking a small courtyard and the other wing of the motel. My cock presses against the cool glass as it gets harder. The rooms in the other wing are all dark. Everyone’s asleep. Except me.

I pull back and lift my cock so it rides up against the glass. I press my belly and cock against the window and feel the sheer smooth cool against my skin. My cock likes the feeling and I feel blood start pounding into the shaft and it hardens and gets fuller. I rub against the glass a little, then step back. My cock leaves a smudge of precum on the window.

“Hot,” I murmur.

I look as best I can and see no lights on in any of the windows facing me. My cock throbs, knocking against the window with a dull thump, thump, thump. I flex it and it smacks against the glass and holds until I release it.

“Damn,” I say.

I move against the glass again. The window pane is so smooth and solid and cool, it’s like another man pressed against me. I spread my hips a little, moving my pelvis closer to the window. My balls rub into the glass and my cock, pressed between my belly and the glass, begins really humpin’ good.

“Fuck,” I say. My hands are pulling on the window sill to push my body even further against the glass as I hump the window pane.

“Fuckin’ A,” I say. “Ah god!”

Just then, across the way and one floor up, a light comes on in a room. Silhouetted there is a man, slender and medium-height.

“Oh, shit!” I say, backing up a step. There’s precum smudged all over the glass. Kind of goin’ cock crazy there, feelin’ the incredible humpy feelin’ and almost forgot where I was.

I look out at the silhouetted guy in the window across the way. Can’t make out too much because he’s backlit, but I can see he has strong knotty muscles in his shoulders and in his bulging arms and I can see his torso v’s into a slim waist and hard hips. And his balls hangin’ between his thick thighs. So the guy’s naked. I can also see that the guy has a shaved head, but I can’t make out his face well or if the guy can see me.

I step forward again between the curtains. Heft my hard cock up again and push it against the window and slowly fuck the glass.

“Aw,” I growl. The glass against the bottom of my cockshaft is so hard and it feels good to rub up against it. I look at the silhouette of the man in the window across the way. He doesn’t seem to see. His body doesn’t move but stands perfectly still, a strong solid mass of man backlit in a motel room window.

“Aw, fuck,” I say. I step back and pull my foreskin all the way back. I tug on my balls a little which like that a lot.

Suddenly the man presses his body against the glass. The light outside his room illuminates his body against the glass. Hard muscle, dusting of hair between his pecs, fat midsize cock pressed against his window. He does just as I did, rubbin’ his cock against the glass. His balls hang like a bulldog’s and slap silently against the window as he moves.

“Damn,” I whisper.

I step forward and press my belly and cock against the glass again. The guy doesn’t back off. He keeps humping the glass and for a moment I think of how crazy this is, two guys humpin’ their motel room windows where anyone could see at any moment or walk by and what the fuck then?

But this thought only makes me harder. I feel my ass twitch with the horniness of it. I’m loving the glass frotage almost as much as watchin’ this horny muscle guy jackin’ with his windowpane, but because of my belly, I’m not getting all the pressure I want out of it.

I take a half step back, making sure to stay between the curtains - just enough to wrap my fist around my cock and start jacking without smacking the window.

“Aw, god,” I cry.

I’m jackin’ my cock hard now. Jackin’ and watchin’ the guy below. He has put one of his feet up on something, a chair or something, and this gets his hips closer still so his body is completely pressed against the glass. His arms are spread wide and his biceps smash like boulders against the window, his hands splayed out flat. His cock is riding up and down like I’m watching him fuck an invisible ass and every now and then, his face comes close enough for me to see the high cheekbones, the dark eyebrows, the long lashes and the black moustache.

“Fuck,” I say. “I’m going to cum, buddy.”

My balls rise up against me and I feel my cock throb a hard throb and a shot of hot sticky cum shoots out and smacks right into the window.

“Aw, yeah!” I growl. “Fuck!”

Wave after wave of cum spurts out onto the glass where it drools slowly down. My heart is pounding loud with the orgasm and my breath is ragged. My hand slows down on my dick and I pinch the last drops of cum out onto my fingers.

The guy steps up his window fucking and suddenly without sound I see his mouth open wide and his white teeth like he’s shouting and a shot of cum streaks up the window almost to the top. More shots follow and his muscled abs smear the cum into the window in a big smeary mess.

I lick the cum off my fingers and look down at the guy. We stare for a moment just catchin’ our breath. After a moment, he waves and his light goes off. The room is plunged again into darkness.

I grab some tissues from the bathroom and wipe up the window. Doesn’t really clean up but at least the maid won’t have to deal with the whole sticky mess. When I’m finished, I look out. The other wing of the motel is dark and quiet again.

The clock reads 4:05.

A light goes on in a room across the way and one floor down. The silhouette of a tall black man is framed in the window. He’s lookin’ up at me and I can tell he’s jackin’ off something very big and meaty.

Damn. Maybe getting’ back to that dream can wait a while.