It was a very plain, nondescript motel right off the freeway. It was the last in a long row of lower
It was a very plain, nondescript motel right off the freeway. It was the last in a long row of lower priced chain motels that ran for about a mile along the highway access road. The one I had chosen for my three week stay in Tucson wasn’t one of the chain types, though. It was independently owned and had to fight to keep it’s occupancy up. In order to do that the Travel Inn, as it was named, catered to longer term occupants than the chains did. They offered special deals for contractors and construction crews who’d be in town for several month building projects. I’d been fortunate to get a room for the length of time I needed since the motel was fully booked with two different crews who were working on separate building projects in downtown Tucson. One of the workmen had been fired and vacated his room early. The cancellation had come just minutes before I’d called looking for accommodations. I’d paid in advance to hold the room.I arrived by car late morning on the day we’d arranged. The friendly hispanic who checked me in was actually the owner of the property. He also lived in a small apartment that he’d made out of two former guest rooms adjacent to the office. I could tell by the way he greeted me and told me about the motel and its current occupants that this business was his life as well as his pride and joy. His guests comfort and satisfaction with the accommodations was extremely important to him. Because he’d aimed himself at long term guests, there was a small laundry room/vending area just beneath the stairs that led to the second floor of rooms. He put out coffee and breakfast pastries each morning that were free for guests.The motel itself was just a two story rectangular building with parking on only one side of the building. The other side of the building had a tall cinderblock wall enclosing it. There was a row of storage type sheds lining the wall each with a padlock on the door. The owner had explained that these were available for long term guests, most of whom were contractors. The sheds allowed them to store all the tools and equipment that they’d piled in their vehicles for the jobs they were working. It was a smart perk and a draw for the kind of guests the hotel hoped to cater to. Because that side of the motel was enclosed, it was also the quietest and most private area to stay in. The rooms there were the first to rent and were normally unavailable for overnight travellers or non-regulars. Lucky for me, that was the side where the sudden vacancy had occurred.The owner took me up the stairs that ran alongside the office and walked me down the wide, covered balcony to the second to last door at the back of the property. The room he opened for me was clean and neat as a pin. It had a queen sized bed, a flat screen TV, a mini-fridge and table with two chairs in front of the picture window that looked out on the courtyard. The bathroom was also immaculate and well kept. As he showed me around, the owner told me to feel free to bring the chairs at the table out onto the balcony at night if I’d like. Apparently many of the rooms had multiple occupants sleeping in them to save money and they often took breaks from the crowding by spending time on the balcony having beer and conversation before bed. It all sounded laid back, if a bit unconventional.I unpacked and flopped down on the bed, passing out almost the minute my head hit the pillow. I’d driven eleven hours to get to Tucson and I was ready for a major nap. When I came to, it was after eight in the evening. Even before opening my door, I could tell that the motel, which had been all but deserted when I’d checked in, was not buzzing with activity. I could hear voices in boisterous conversation outside my door. The good natured banter between a number of deep voiced men told me that a lot of the occupants on this side of the building were well acquainted with one another. I threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top, slipped into a pair of flip flops and grabbed my keys and the ice bucket atop my fridge. I planned to get a few cold drinks and ice to carry me through the rest of the evening. As I exited the room, the conversation came to an abrupt halt and a row of deeply tanned, rugged looking guys who were all parked in chairs lining the brick wall of the building and draped over the balcony railing looked in my direction. “Howdy,” I said, suddenly self conscious.“Howdy,” grunted the biggest and oldest guy sitting about halfway down between my door and the room next to mine. “You must be the guy that got Hendrix’ room after he got himself canned.”“Guess so,” I answered. “I’m Jackson. Was Hendrix a friend of yours?” That got a big reaction from most of the guys. I couldn’t tell what they were reacting to exactly, but apparently Hendrix had been something of a pain in the ass. “Coworker,” the older guy corrected me. “And good riddance to him, too.” That comment got the guys fired up again with comments like, “Fuckin A!” and “…Asshole..” reverberating down the ranks.“So you won’t hold it against me that I got his room, then?” I asked dryly.“Nah, dude,” one of the younger guys leaned up against the railing drawled. “As long as you don’t go running to Jorge every time we light up a joint or crack open a bottle of Jack, we’re good.”“Ditto,” I said with a grin. They all grinned back and lifted their plastic cups brimming with what I now suspected was straight whiskey.As I made my way past the line up of guys, I couldn’t help but take in all the alpha male energy choking the air. All of these guys were cut from the same mould. Though there were a wide variety of body types and colouring, every one of them was muscular, minimally groomed and butch as hell. Most had an abundance of body hair, clearly visible since no one was wearing more than a tank top. Most, in fact, were shirtless. Those wearing shoes wore heavy workbooks or hiking boots. A number of them were barefoot. As a group, they couldn’t have been hotter, if your taste ran to straight, blue collar, masculine men. It was my preferred demographic to a tee.Even though not one of the guys looked like they’d used a razor in days or weeks, it was apparent that they were all freshly showered. I’d learn as the days went by that the routine for these guys was to hit the showers the minute they came back to their rooms grimy from their workday, then gather outside for drinks and other ‘refreshments,’ before piling in their vehicles to hit a drive thru or dive restaurant for dinner. After dinner, they hung out outside until one by one they turned in for the evening. As I made my way down to the vending area and ice machine I became certain that the next few weeks were going to be either fun as hell, or frustrating beyond belief.When I got back to my room, I grabbed a glassful of ice, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of fat joints. I pulled one of my chairs outside and plopped down with my feet propped up on the railing. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and lit my blunt inhaling deeply. As the weed hit, I let out a sigh and turned toward the gallery of guys to my left. I lifted my glass and asked, “Anybody need a refill?”The three youngest guys of the bunch who’d all been propped against the railing wasted no time walking over and taking the bottle I offered them. As they filled their cups the older guy who’d spoken first growled, “Better not wind the monkeys up too much, fella, else you’ll never get rid of them.”“Fuck you, Hobbs,” the biggest and most aggressive of the youngsters barked at him. Then he turned to me and said, “don’t listen to that old fart. Just cuz his party days are behind him, he thinks none of us should be having any fun.” “Fuck you back, Santino” the older guy snorted, “that ain’t me, that was Hendrix. I just don’t want you heathens taking advantage of the new guy before he gets settled, thats all. God knows you’ll drink and smoke him into the poorhouse if he lets you.”“It’s not a problem,” I told him. Then I proved it by passing the joint I was toking to one of the boys after taking a huge lungful myself. He took it with a sexy grin and hit it hard before passing it down the line. When they made to hand it back to me I motioned them to pass it to the rest of the guys further down. I was a little surprised to see the older guy hit it hard just like the younger ones. By the time it got to the end of the line, it was spent, so I lit the second one, hit it a couple of times and passed that one down too. The weed was primo, and probably better than what they were used to, because they were all shit faced by the time the second one had been consumed.“Fuck, Dude,” Santino sighed looking at me with a sexy grin on his blissed out face, “please tell me you have or can get more of that shit.”I motioned him toward me and whispered in his ear, “I got enough for me and a couple more people to stay pretty mellow for a month. Probably not enough for everyone, but definitely enough for a few of us.”When he pulled back a little he looked even sexier, “I’m up for a private party whenever, dude,” he said with an understanding look that said he knew exactly what I was offering. So are most of the guys with a few exceptions,” he added raising an eyebrow at me, asking me who else I wanted to include.“Who’s out?” I asked nodding my head toward the older guy. “Nah,” he chuckled, “Hobbs is down and he keeps up pretty fucking good too. Then he pointed out four of the guys saying, “they’ll drink your booze and smoke your weed, but they’ll cut out after that if you get my drift.”“Married?” I asked him.“Very,” he said with a grin. “And even if they weren’t, they’re geared more toward ho’s when the going gets tough.”“But not the rest of you?” I asked intrigued.“Dude,” he huffed grabbing the crotch of his snug jeans, “I ain’t never paid to get my nut, and god willing I never will. I’m here to make money, not spend it for things I can get for free.”“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” I said, the dare clear in my tone.“Roll a couple more of those blunts and invite me in when this breaks up and you can see for yourself,” he said cockily.“Done,” I said looking straight at his hand on his crotch.I continued to pass the bottle of Jack around till it was empty. Everyone on the balcony was pretty shit faced by then and one by one they began to say goodnight and drift into their rooms. When it was down to the three youngest guys Santino looked at the other two and said, “Beat a path, dudes,” jerking his thumb toward the room next to mine.“What the fuck,” one of them started to object.Santino cut him off saying, “…you don’t want to cross me right now, Smitty. Get gone or you’ll be shut out of future events.”“You always gotta be first don’t you asshole,” grumbled Smitty. “You ain’t got nothing the rest of us don’t have…”“Just a few inches more of it,” Santino bragged.“You wish,” Smitty bragged back. “Be a good boy now, and maybe he’ll do his own comparison tomorrow night,” Santino chuckled looking over at me for my input.“I’m always happy to settle disputes,” I agreed.“See,” Santino crowed. “Now don’t shoot yourself in the foot, asshole.”Smitty, and the other guy who’s name was Lars made toward their room muttering, “Guess he should start with the appetizer before working his way up to the entree.”“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Santino laughed shooing them along with a wave of his hand. Once their door closed he looked at me with a smouldering look in his eyes and said, “Shall we take this inside, bud? Or would you prefer a more public setting?” indicating that he’d be fine staying outside. “Course if you choose the public option I can pretty much guarantee you an audience,” he continued nodding his head toward the picture window of his room.“Not tonight,” I answered standing and dragging my chair into my room.Santino followed close on my heels, shutting and locking the door behind us. I tossed him another fat joint and broke out another bottle of Jack. He popped the top two buttons of his 501s and sprawled out on the corner edge of my bed legs spread wide in front of him. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt or shoes, so he was just a few buttons away from being naked. I’d taken a seat in one of the chairs at the table right in front of his sprawled out form. As I leaned forward to take the joint from him as he passed it to me I reached with the other hand and popped the rest of the buttons on his jeans. He pushed his crotch up into my hand as I worked the buttons, spreading the flaps enough to get a good view of the thick black pubes that covered his crotch. He also had a generous dusting of the same black hair on his chest and a sexy treasure trail from his navel to his bush. His full latin lips, the unruly curls on his head and the long scruff on his face all combined to create a picture of alpha male manliness. And he knew it.“Fuck, I’m horny,” he groaned at me as I leaned back after unbuttoning his jeans. “Ain’t had any action since Hendrix got his ass canned.”“You mean…” I asked surprised as hell.“Yeah,” he answered, “He was a prissy pain in the ass, but he was the crew hole, so we all put up with him.”“Must have been rough since he split,” I said.“Dude, you have no idea,” he agreed with a moan of heat. “All the boys have been on a hair trigger since he split.”“Sounds like a niche begging to be filled,” I said.“Right fucking now,” he commanded, then softened his tone by adding, “I mean, if you don’t mind…”I didn’t answer him, I just reached for the hem of his jeans and began tugging them down his long sexy legs. As they were revealed I saw that Santino’s muscular legs were densely covered with the same black curls that covered the rest of his body, only much thicker. He lifted his ass to make the job quicker and settled back into a wide legged slouch the minute I pulled the jeans free of his feet and tossed them on the other chair. By the time I looked back at him, Santino’s thick uncut cock was standing straight up from his furry bush throbbing. His large balls were pulled up tight letting me know that he’d bust without much handling. I took a minute to admire his gorgeous Latin meat. It was powerful and huge. At nine inches in length and at least eight inches around with the fat helmet shaped head completely covered by his thick foreskin, Santino’s cock was a work of art. I stared at it intensely, memorizing every detail. My stoned out examination was interrupted a minute later when Santino said in a strained growl, “Don’t make me beg, dude.”I grinned up at his lust tightened face, leaned forward and swallowed the head of his cock with ease. “Fucking A…” he moaned, shoving his dick forward aggressively. I widened my jaws, loosened my throat and let him drive his entire cock deep into my throat. When he bottomed out with my nose buried in is pubes, he shouted, “Fuck!” loud enough that I knew the guys next door had to be able to hear him.Sure enough I heard the muffled yell through the wall saying, “Fuck you Santino, you goddamned selfish pig.”Santino ignored them, choosing instead to begin fucking my throat with deep, long thrusts of his cock. “Oh yeah, baby,” he crooned, “Hendrix was shit…this is the way to take care of a real man’s dick.”I growled around his huge cock as it battered my throat letting him know that he could be as rough as he wanted. In fact, the rougher the better.As though he’d read my mind, Santino stood up, grabbed the back of my head and began to really fuck my throat with abandon. “That’s it man, take that dick. I’m gonna fill your gut with my load.”After a few more deep, hard thrusts, he did just that. He hollered like a bull in heat when he came. The guys next door banged on the wall in frustration. Santino just yelled louder. He kept yelling, moaning and grunting as he shot blast after blast of cum straight into my belly. When I made to pull back to get a taste of his cum he held my head tighter continuing to fuck my throat deep. “You can taste the next one,” he gasped as he continued to unload. It took longer than I would have thought for him to stop erupting. But finally he slammed all the way into me and just let it buried there while he huffed for breath groaning.It was with obvious reluctance that he began to back out of my warm wet cavity. He was humming and gasping as he flopped back onto the bed with a huff. “Duuude..” he sighed. “That’s the best nut I’ve had in months. You really know how to suck dick.”“That wasn’t really sucking,” I said with a chuckle. “That was a straight up hard fuck. And it was the best one I’ve had in a while too.”“Fucking A,” he said weakly, still spent from this orgasm.When I leaned forward and began licking his still rock hard meat, cleaning the big clots of thick cum that coated it he just sighed. When he was clean as a whistle, I leaned back then reached for another joint. I tossed it to him and said, “Light it up, stud. You promised I could taste the next one.”He grinned back at me and said, “So I did, so I did…”I drained his balls two more times before he finally begged me to stop. He didn’t even bother to pull on his jeans when he staggered from my room to the one he shared with Smitty and Lars, practically falling into the door in satisfied exhaustion. On his way out the door I told him to rest up, reminding him that he’d committed to a group event the next night.I could hardly wait. -- source link