I awoke in a motel three mornings ago. I'd been stranded overnight trying to get home to my wife and family, but the weather had defeated me and many others. I literally got the last room available, otherwise I'd have been staying in my car. With nothing to do, I ventured out in the stormy weather, walking about a block into a bar. I had probably one too many drinks and don't really remember walking back to my motel room in the snow. The following morning I woke up having my cock sucked, and it felt fucking awsome.

I knew it wasn't my wife, and looking down I came to see a young mans head bobbing up and down on my dick. I started to think about the night before and kind of remembered talking to him. I didn't however remember seeking sex or offering any. All the same he was giving me one hell of a blow job and I wasn't going to stop him. Holding his head I began to fuck his mouth and was very nearly on the verge of cumming. He pulled away, leant over to the bedside draw, took a condom off the top, opened it and then unravelled it down my cock. He didn't even ask me if I'd fuck him. All he did was slide upto me so I was spooning him, gripped my cock and put it to his asshole. I pushed forwards and my cock slid easilly into his rear hole. I didn't even know his name and didn't remember how or why I'd decided to fuck another male, but fucking him half asleep and still half hung over, was amazing. Each time my cock bottomed out up his asshole, he cried out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

It was he who came first after I'd been fucking him for about ten minutes, as he'd been masturbating his small cock. His shaking as he orgasmed tightened his asshole around my cock and I flooded the condom up his ass. Moving himself off my shaft, he spun around lowered himself, removed the condom and took my softening dick into his mouth again. It was covered with my cum, so he greedily licked and sucked off every drop. When my cock was free of my own goo, he flopped onto his back and I saw him properly for the first time. What a very handsome young man. We spoke for the first time, that I remembered anyway, and I found out having not remembered hardly anything, what had happened the night before. How he'd come onto me, knowing I was drunk and knowing I was from out of town. How we'd fucked all over the motel room and in the shower. And how I been only to eager to do so. I also found out he'd only just had his eighteenth birthday. Apparently I was his present to himself

For what it all was, not more than twenty minutes of remembered sex that morning, it was such an awsome time. And truely one of the best spontaneous times sexually I'd ever had. Before he left, he asked me if I passed his way often. I didn't as it was a detour to try and get out of the traffic the storm had brought. But I told him if he wanted to, I could meet him earlier in the day, as I had to be at head office twice a month. Swapping mobile numbers he smiled and walked out.

I'm back at head office in a fortnight's time. He's already messaged me to tell me I'm more than welcome to empty my balls up his asshole again. I replied by letting him know what time I'd be at the motel for. I won't have been drinking then, so I'm going to make sure I understand what's going on and to explore my new found gay sexuality in every way I can.