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.

The Men in the Motel Spa

My hands go into my waistband and I pull my swimtrunks down off my hairy hips, down my wide thighs, past my shins. I kick with my feet in the frothing hot spa water and my trunks ride the jet stream to the surface. Slap them onto the concrete beside the spa.

Feels mighty fine to be buck naked in the hot water.

The motel pool/spa room closed at ten. But when I tried my room keycard, the green light blinked and the door opened. I kept the lights off so as not to be noticed. The ceilings here are high and echoey and there are nice skylights that allow the moonlight to duck and show between fall clouds.

I have the place to myself. The only sound is the water burbling and sizzling and lap lapping on the sides of the spa and the sound of the spa motor purring.

I rub the hairy skin of my belly and feel the treated water slipping little bubbles between the hair follicles. My belly is large and manly and my chest is covered in thick brown hair with an occasional white one here and there. There is water dripping from my beard onto my chest and my arms feel light and gently massaged by the spa water. I can feel the stiffness of the day sliding off my broad shoulders into the hot bubbling water. I wiggle my toes in the water and feel happy.

I’m a big wet daddy bear soakin’ naked in a hot tub.

With the place to myself, I stretch out my legs and scratch my big hairy bush and feel the bubbles from the spa tickle my lap. My ballsack relaxes in the hot water and stretches into the monstrous bullball size it gets when loose. I tug on the skin, stretch it out to its farthest flexibility. My balls feel large and full and move loosely in the ballsack. The water touches every centimeter of my ballsack and I begin to slowly pet the skin there, lightly touching the skin and feeling the nice sensation. My fingertips stroke the skin of my sack gently, playing with the hair and feeling the bumps and wrinkles there. My dick begins to stir with each touch and pull of my balls.

I grab my ballsack at its base, my fingers circling the tubes and skin, and I pull steadily down on them. My balls go taut in the sack at the end and bulge like eggs in a bag. A hot strong horny feeling moves up from my balls to my dick and gets it thinkin’ hard about the situation.

“Aww,” I say out loud. The groan echoes and the echo kinda turns me on a bit. My cock is definitely gettin’ ideas now, growing to a nice semi-hardness. I look down into the water and see my cock bobbing around in the jets like a happy puppy dog’s tail.

I reach down and pull the skin back on my cock. The heat of the water on my exposed cockhead is delicious and my cock instantly gets harder than stone. Can’t help it. I’m a fuckin’ man, after all. My cock likes any attention it can get.

My fingertips play along the tube at the bottom of my cock, running lightly up and down the length of it, touching lightly. My cock throbs with the rhythm of my horny heart and my fingers follow the rhythm and move to the bottom of my glans, touching that hypersensitive spot there where the skin bunches under my cockhead. I rub that place in tiny circles and feel my cock throb throb to the touch.

“Aww, yeah,” I whisper. The whisper echoes like a dozen men whispering back, “Aww yeah, aww yeah, aww yeah.” My eyes close and I lean my head back against the concrete sides of the spa. I lick my lips and taste the strange salty chemical taste of the water which makes me think of licking the hot taut skin of a hairy horny man. My tongue riding up the side of his hip in that flat smooth place below the belly and above the thigh.

“Do it, yeah,” I say out loud. The echoes are nice, “Do it yeah, do it,” riding over the rumble of the spa jet. I put my hand all the way around the shaft of my cock and begin the pressure of full jackoff movement down to the base of my cock and slowly skin sliding up to the head.

“Aww yeah,” I say, feeling the muscle throb of my cock in my fist. I jerk for a bit, slowly but squeezing my cock hard, and rapidly I feel my balls responding, rumbling in the jets, ready to cum. I take a deep breath as I feel the wave of cumming rise up from my balls into my seventh chakra.

Fuck. Too soon to cum. I release my cock, let it calm without allowing it to throb. Control. Breath. Squeeze my eyes, not my cock.

I open my eyes and look around. Only the spa, the pool, the moonlight through the skylight and me. My balls have calmed down enough now and I stopped the cum rising and I know now I can start again.

I pull my skin back over my cockhead, pinch the skin closed. A pearl of precum beads out from the foreskin and rises like a bubble in the water.

My hand goes around my cock again, but lightly this time, barely touching the skin. The treated water acts like a lubricant and I slide my hand gently up and down my shaft. It tickles and feels so horny good and occasionally my hand catches on some veiny skin and tugs and I feel my cock respond again and again.

I sigh a big heavy sigh. God I could use a horny motel clerk right about now. Or maybe a crew of horny pool guys.

“So fuckin’ horny,” I say out loud. The echoes make me hard. I groan out loud. Groan, groan, groan, it echoes.

Shifting my ass, I get a little lower in the spa. The jet bubbles are right below my neck. I push my hips up so that my cock is visible just below the surface of the boiling bubbling water. The jets are blowing directly at my ass and I can feel my pink hairy hole twitching open and closed with the water pressure. My body floats up fully hard and horny and ready for some serious solo time.

My hand moves to my cock. I slide the foreskin back again, feeling the slick hot water against the glans.

It’s time.

I grab my cock in my fist and begin pounding. My breath catches in my chest and my head feels spinning dizzy with the pure horny craziness of it. I hear the slop slop slop of my hand so near the surface of the water, pounding my cock into a frothy frenzy. My balls rumble and churn, changing position in the sack, ready to make this a good one. My ass twitches and twitches, hungry for something to fill it. My hand flies again and again from the base of my cock to its head.

“Aww!” I holler. The echo is ferocious. An orgy of men standing around the spa jacking furiously above me. “Aww! Aww!” they holler. My eyes shut to the image of the men in a hot grand circle jerk. The muscles of their chests flexing and their biceps flexing and unflexing above me as they pound furiously on their rockhard cocks. Big cocks and thick cocks and cocks all cocked and ready to cream down on me.

My cock is ready to go, my balls are signaling again. Shit, I ain’t stoppin’ it this time!

In my mind, a hot hairy trucker lets loose with a stream of ropey cum. It dribbles down on my forehead. My balls rumble and jerk. In my mind, a muscle boy leans his head back and says, “Yeah!” as his hard twisted cock spews his cum down on my chin. “Yeah!” I yell, feeling the throb of my cock in my fist as the cum moves like lava into my lower chakra. In my mind, a chubby man’s fleshy tits wiggle as his cock lets forth a solid stream of cum that splashes onto my lips.

“Fuck!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

In my mind, a thin, dark business man lets loose with throb after throb of pearly cum. A blonde, blue-eyed cub with creamy skin and curly furry chest creams forth his cum directly into my mouth. In my mind, I’m surrounded by horny men cumming down on my floating, beatin’ off body. My cock explodes and I scream out.

“Aww!!”

“Aww, aww, aww!”

The cum rushes out my cockhead. Streaming out all ropey and sticky into the spa.

“Fuck yeah,” I say. The orgy of men say, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah” as they all let loose their cum down on my hairy daddy bear body.

My cock drains out and my toes curl down and my body trembles with the hot horny sensation of cumming. My head swims somewhere between fantasy and moonlit steam.

I sit back in the spa. My eyes open. Strings of cum froth around in the spa water. My cock trails a last thread of cum from its tip. My breath staggers to normal.

A pearl of my cum lolls against my belly. I scoop it up and lick it in. Nice salty daddy bear sperm. Nice after-spa aperitif.

I smile and groan softly. The men in my mind groan back. What a nice hot time that was.

“Thank you,” I say out loud.

The men at the spa reply, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” And are gone.