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Corey
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COREY
By DWSWH
I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, I thought, as I drove my
rented car into the dusty little town. All I wanted was a clean,
cheap motel and a chance to get out of the car: I'd been driving
for over six hours, trying to get to a conference at a small,
midwestern college, and I still had the better part of a day to go.
I pulled the car into the only modern-looking gas station I
could find. Every pump was "full-serve," so I waited for an
attendant.
He emerged from the shadows of the garage area of the station
into the bright light of the summer afternoon. He was a hunky young
guy of about 22, pale-skinned, with light brown hair and gray eyes.
He smiled a non-committal smile and asked me what I wanted. I told
him to fill up the tank and he went right to work. I went inside
the office area, bought a soft drink from a machine, and then went
back out to my car. The guy was washing the windows as the gas
pumped, and I got to examine him more closely. His uniform shirt
had the top three buttons unbuttoned, and I could see his smooth,
built-up chest. His round, firm ass was quite sexy underneath his
navy blue, grease-stained uniform chinos. I wondered what it looked
like out in the open.
He caught me staring at him, of course, and I got a little
embarrassed. I looked away for a second, then decided to ask him if
he knew of a good motel nearby. Without stopping what he was doing
he told me that there was a nice motel out at the edge of town
opposite from the direction I entered, and he gave me the simple
directions to find it. As he took my credit card to pay for the
fuel, I examined his strong, smooth hands, dirty with car grease
but still very sexy. I began to get horny and I decided I'd better
get to that motel quick so that I could beat off to the memory of
this guy. I didn't think it was too likely that this small town of
about 8,000 people had a gay bar, and I was too tired to go out,
anyway.
The motel was easy to find, and it was more modern than I
thought it would be. It's been my experience that the usual
lodgings I find in these little towns miles from any interstate are
old and musty (or dirty), with back-breakingly soft
mattresses. This place was clean, modern (probably built in the
early eighties), and the woman behind the counter when I walked in
was pleasant and friendly. In no time I was loaded into my room for
the night.
Even though it was dinnertime, I found that I was too horny over
the guy at the gas station to feel like eating. Since it was still
so hot out and I felt so sticky, I decided to take a shower and
wash off the travels of the day before I got going. Tearing off my
clothes I stepped into the warm shower and felt my cock rise as I
lathered it with soap. Taking it in my hand, I stroked it as I
imagined myself in the shower with the guy, spreading his round ass
cheeks as he bent down before me. It didn't take long for me to get
to the point of almost cumming, so I rinsed myself off, then dried
myself with a large, fluffy towel (unusually large and fluffy for
a motel of this kind).
I was headed for the bed when there was a knock at my door. I
went to the door, and looked out of the peep hole, but my vision
was obscured and all I could tell was that it was some guy.
"What is it?" I yelled, through the closed door.
"Room service!" Came the reply.
"I didn't order anything," I said.
"This is complimentary, sir."
I put the towel around my waist and opened the door. It was the
kid from the gas station! Dressed in levis and an orange sweater,
he stood holding a pizza and some beers. "I hope you haven't had
dinner yet," he said. "Can I come in?"
Dumbfounded, I let him in. He seemed to understand my
confusion, so he explained, "My mom owns this motel, and we live
here. I just asked her which room she'd put you in."
I noticed that the guy was staring at my crotch, and I
realized that my erection hadn't yet gone down much. I was
noticeably poking the white terry cloth of the towel. I told him
that I thought I'd better get on some pants, but he said "why
bother?" as he entered, pushing passed me, then putting the pizza
and beer on the room's table.
He said his name was Corey, and that I had looked like a nice
guy, so he had decided to be hospitable and share some dinner with
me. I thanked him as I sat down on the bed. My towel fell open then
and my cock sprang upward. There was a slight
embarrassed silence as I lay exposed before him. Although I felt a
little strange, I didn't want to cover myself back up. I wanted the
well-built young guy to feast his eyes on my large, well-formed
cock, which pulsed in erotic anticipation. Corey gazed on it
hungrily for a small while, then suddenly said, "Oh, fuck it, man,"
and pulled off his sweater, levis and cowboy boots as he moved to
the bed, where he knelt and took my cock in his mouth. It felt
wonderful as he swathed my cock with his spit, moving my dick into
his throat as if he were going to swallow it, then licking it like
it was a popsicle. With one hand he cupped my balls and with the
other he stroked my nipples until I could take it no longer. I
didn't want to cum yet!
I grabbed Corey and pulled him up onto the bed on top of me. His
body was stocky, smooth and very muscular. As we kissed, hungrily
tasting each other's mouths, I ran my hands down his smooth back
and firm, rounded ass. Our cocks were rock hard and pressed against
each other, and Corey made little grunts as his passion grew.
Corey's musky sweat smelled a little like gasoline, but it drove me
wild. I pulled myself away from his hungry mouth and buried my nose
in his arm pit, inhaling the sharp pungent man-smell. Corey grabbed
both of our cocks and pumped them
furiously as he bit one of my tits.
In passionate agony, I had to cum. I got up and grabbed some
lubricant from my travel bag, let Corey smear it all over my cock
and then pushed him over onto his stomach. He got up on his knees
and spread himself for me; the smoothness of his body was
covered, in his crack, by dark brown hair, like a spring-fed,
verdant gully nestled in the desert rocks. His asshole was a soft
pink and waiting for me.
I went into him hard, and Corey grunted in pleasure. As I slid
into him he spread his legs further. His warm, tight body took my
cock eagerly and it wasn't long before I felt my cum rise and I
sent wad after wad of warm fluid into him. As I groaned in
ecstatic pleasure Corey grinned, happy that he had given me
pleasure. He was pumping his own dick then and when I pulled out of
him, completely spent, he jumped upon me, straddling my chest.
Beads of sweat broke out on his brow, and his face turned red as he
furiously stroked his big, thick cock over me. Then,
muttering, "oh man, you are so fuckin' beautiful!" he came,
shooting thick white jism onto my face, neck and chest. More and
more cum came out and I rubbed it into my skin and onto his legs
and balls as he pumped still further, milking every drop out of his
cock that he could. When he finally finished, he fell on top of me,
kissing me enthusiastically in the passionate afterglow. I
responded in kind, savoring the manly sweetness of his mouth and
the strong, affectionate embrace of his muscular arms.
After our simple meal of pizza and beer, Corey spent the night
with me, explaining that his Mom went to bed early, anyway, so
she'd never notice if he stayed out all night, even if she cared.
He was an adult, after all, and his mom respected his privacy, he
said. We had sex two or three more times that night as we dozed. I
got to know every inch of that man's cock: every ridge, every
dimple, every light brown pubic hair. I also found that Corey loved
to cuddle as much as I do, and I savored the feel of my body
wrapped in his arms, enveloped in his naked body's warmth and
scents.
The next morning it was difficult to say goodbye. Corey didn't
want me to leave, and I had to promise to come back his way when I
returned. He wanted to know at which college I taught, and when I
told him he vowed to apply there himself so that he could see me
again.
As it happened I had to fly back from the conference, so I
missed seeing him on my return, but I wrote to him to explain, and
he wrote me back, saying that his admissions application from my
school had arrived the same day as my letter.
Today I just got off the phone with him; his application was
approved, and he'll be here in September. I know it's not a good
idea for a professor to fall for one of his students, so I'll make
sure that he stays out of my classes, but stays *in* my bed!
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