Hotel Encounters - The Salesman by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com) All emails responded to.
These are true stories that happened in the about 1984.
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I was managing a couple of small hotels in a small town. They were both owned by the same person and sat almost directly across the main street from each other. They both had bars with a pool table, as well as a dining room and they both had guest room that were rented out on the second and third floors. Both were old buildings and no elevators. The other thing they both had in common is, although refurbished, they did not have bathrooms in each room. Rather, they were in the "European tradition" where there was one men's and one women's communal bathroom on each floor. The biggest difference between the hotels, one catered to the Rock crowd while the other was Country Western.
As manager of these hotels and the owners being "absentee owners", I spent most of my days and nights working, going back and forth between the hotels making sure everything was running right. I was normally awake and working by 9 AM and rarely finished before 3 AM. ... 6 days a week. Thankfully we were closed on Sunday's. I was also, very much, a working manager. I tended bar most nights at the Country bar, but also filled in any position "as needed". I was also the only one to rent out the rooms if someone wanted one. It was not often that any of the rooms were rented. Mostly, the bands we would hire for entertainment each weekend would be assigned rooms on the second floor of which ever hotel they were playing in.
Since I spent so much of my time at the hotels, as part of my salary, I had an apartment on the third floor of the Rock hotel. It had a sitting room and a bedroom, a refrigerator ... but I still had to use the communal bathrooms. My meals were also all included, so I always ate in one or the other of the dining rooms.
This one afternoon, I was working in the office in the Rock hotel when one of the waitresses phoned up to tell me there was guy there wanting to rent a room for a few days. I figured it was one of the redneck locals that ticked off his wife again. So I gathered the necessary paperwork that had to be completed and went down to meet him in the dining room.
Sitting at the table most visitors were shown to when they needed to speak with me, was a well dressed 40 something year old guy. Nice looking but not exceptional. As I approached the table, he stood up and offered his hand and introduced himself. I immediately surmised he was a salesman, I was right. We shook hands and I introduced myself. The guy stood at maybe 5'6" ... shorter than me by about 6 inches. We sat down and he said he would need a room for about 7 days. Since he was more professional than our usual clientele, I decided I had best show him the type of room he was renting. Since he had indicated he wanted it somewhat quiet, I took him up to the third floor since the rooms up there were the quietest we had.
The rooms in these hotels, although clean and adequate, they were certainly not fancy. No television, and no radio unless you brought your own. I showed him the room I intended him to stay in, which was the nicest of the rooms we had. Then I showed him the washroom facilities. He asked how busy we were, how many of the rooms were occupied. I told him that presently, barring anything unforeseen, there would just be he and myself on the floor and sharing the bathroom. I shared with him that I rarely finished up until about 3 AM ... and he would likely be up and running by the time I got up in the morning .. so chances were he would feel like he had the bathroom to himself for the time he was there.
He said he felt the room was perfect and took it. Personally, I was surprised. I figured he would rather stay at the new resort hotel that was 3 miles out of town. At that time they charged $60 a night, while we charged $10 ... so he said he felt it was a "no brainer" for him. He wanted to pay for the full 7 days at once, in cash, so I gave him a deal ... the full 7 days for $60. It was worth it to me just so I wouldn't have to track him down each day to get another $10. So he went out and grabbed his luggage out of the car and took it up to his room. Then, when I was back in the office on the second floor, I saw him head out with his sample bag.
I was just beginning my supper in the dining room when I saw him again. Instead of waiting to be seated, he came over and asked if he could join me. So I indicated the other chair ... giving my nonverbal consent. He wore a fresh white dress shirt with an open collar and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. We chatted while we ate and learned a bit more about each other.
He was married, a couple kids in high school and had been a salesman all his life working for various companies. Just as I was finishing up my meal, the bartender came in the dining room looking for me. Apparently the scheduled bartender across the road has just phoned in sick as well as the waitress. So I excused myself and headed over there. Thankfully it was not busy that night, so I was able to do both jobs without a problem. By about 10 PM there was only a couple guys that were sitting at the bar ... and the three of us were chatting, and I was refilling their drinks as needed. The door opened, and in walked the salesman and took one of the vacant stools at the bar.
At about midnight the salesman bade his good-byes and headed off to his room. By closing time, 1 AM, there was no one left in the bar, so I did a quick cleanup and closed out the cash register and then headed back over to the Rock hotel. They too had had a slow night and were ready to head out as soon as I got there. I took the cash from both registers and dropped it into the safe in the office as I headed up to my rooms, thankful that I was going to get to bed earlier than usual.
As was my habit, when I got to my room I stripped off, threw on a bathrobe and grabbed a towel and my toiletries and headed to the bathroom. I normally showered and shaved at night before I went to bed. Things in the morning sometimes happened unexpectedly fast and I didn't always have the opportunity to shower and shave first thing.
When I walked into the bathroom, I was surprised to hear the shower running. I thought maybe the salesman had not turned the taps off tight earlier, but as I got nearer I realised he himself was in the shower. Although the shower could hold easily more than one person, I always figured it was common courtesy to wait, so I continued to the hand basins and set my toiletries on the counter beside one of them. Just then I heard the shower stop.
As I arranged my toiletries to use later, I heard "Hi ! Finished work for the day?"
I glanced in the mirror in front of me and saw his reflection. He was drying off just in front of the shower, dragging his towel back and forth across his back, his front on full display. He had a compact well toned body with a bit of hair on his chest and a treasure trail from his navel to his pubes. Below hung an uncut soft dick that must have been about 5" easy. It was thick enough to hide the low hanging balls behind ... but I caught a glimpse of them as his dick swung back and forth as he worked the towel back and forth across his back.
"Yes ... finally. Long day ... so finishing up a wee bit early is a nice treat." I grinned.
He moved over to where his own robe and toiletry bag hung, so I went to the shower, hanging my towel and robe on hooks on the other side of the door. It was nice having instant hot water. Usually I have to wait for it to work its way up from the heaters in the basement. I just stood there under the hot water, letting it run over my hair and head and then I moved around so the spray could pummel my tired muscles.
"You have a couple of really nice hotels here" the salesman said above the sound of the shower
"Thanks. I think they are pretty okay too, but they are not mine. I only act like they are." I laughed "I just manage them for the owner"
"They are fortunate to have you" he continued "you seem to put in an awful lot of hours each day and I bet they don't pay you nearly enough."
"Probably not, but I am happy. I love the job and working with the people. But I sure wouldn't mind not having to work so many hours. Plays hell with the social life."
"I can imagine" he said, and from the way his voice kind of echoed I knew he had moved to be in the shower doorway.
I started to shampoo my hair, my back to the shower entrance, and as I rinsed the soap out I could feel it running down my back, across my butt and into my butt crack to fall in rivers to the floor. As was my habit, I shampooed my hair again, this time more soap than before washed down my back ... this time most felt like it went in a river down through my crack and then either spreading out following the bottom curve of my ass and flowed down my thighs or just straight like a waterfall from the bottom of my ass to the floor.
I picked up my soap and turned my back to the spray so I could lather the front of myself up. The salesman was still standing there, naked, in the doorway. His cock still soft and hanging.
As I turned to rinse myself off, he said "How would you like to get your back soaped?"
"Geez, that would be great ... if you don't mind."
"Hell no, I don't mind" he said as he came into the shower again "There is method to my madness. My wife usually scrubs mine, and I miss it. So I figured if I washed yours, you could wash mine. Deal?" he asked as he picked up the bar of soap.
"Deal" I said without hesitation. It had been years since someone had washed my back for me. Usually I resorted to soaping up a wash towel and dragging it back and forth ... but it wasn't the same.
He was scrubbing so hard that I leaned forward with my hands braced against the wall.
"You certainly are a hairy fucker. I don't think I have seen anyone with as much body hair as you have. Except maybe my mother in law."
I chuckled and said " Yeah, a lot of people tell me that."
"And I knew you had an almost V shaped frame, just didn't realize it was covered in this much muscle. I guess that explains why you don't need bouncers in the bar" he added with a laugh.
"Yes, my look tends to make people think twice about causing any problems. It comes in handy." I said with a smile, thoroughly enjoying the rubbing and scrubbing he was giving my back.
When he got to the top of my butt cheeks, he kind of hesitated and then said it was my turn. So I turned to rinse off my back as I took the bar of soap from him. When I was rinsed, he took my place with his hands against the wall. I started scrubbing him with the soap and then with the other hand kind of gave his muscles a massage.
"That feels great" he groaned "almost as good as my wife does." And as I approached the small of his back, he continued "But my wife does my whole back from my shoulders to my feet."
Without a word, I continued down, washing his ass cheeks and then moving down his thighs and calves. Then I started working up his now lathered legs with both hands massaging his muscles. The higher I progressed, the more intense his moans became. As I approached his upper thighs, he spread his legs and bent further forward. I massaged his legs, between his legs and rubbed repeatedly across his perineum. Then I moved up to his butt, massaging my hands up and around the outside and bringing my lather ladened hands down the middle while letting my fingers trail down his crack. I found his pucker and he tensed for the first time, but I did not try to enter and he relaxed again. Each time my fingers dragged across his asshole, I lingered to rub them around and around his ass lips ... and each time, it forced another groan from his lips.
Finally I gave his butt a gentle slap and told him he was done. Almost reluctantly he stood straight and turned his back to the spray to rinse off. His cock now stood out in front of him, his foreskin pulled back about half way down the head. It had grown a bit in length, but from what I could tell, it had not thickened any. I moved to the side of him and with my fingers again, I made sure all the soap was washed off, especially in the places I could not see.
When I was done, he turned to me and said "Okay, take the position. I at least owe you the same kind of back scrubbing you just gave me"
I smiled and braced myself against the wall again. This time, his washing of my back was even better and just as thorough as mine was of him. His fingers worked magic up and down my legs, and even at one point, he reached through and washed my balls. He washed my ass similar to how I washed his, but when I didn't tense up when his fingers pushed at my asshole, he ventured further. Taking his time, as his fingers passed over my pucker he would insert part of a finger. Not hearing any objection, on the next pass, he slowly inserted the whole finger. Soon, he was fucking my asshole with a couple fingers as his other hand continued moving over and around my butt. Suddenly I felt him tentatively put three fingers at my back entrance. He waited there, as if I would give him permission or something between my own moans which echoed in the small room. Instead, with a grunt, I moved my ass back, swallowing all three fingers in my butt. He started moving his fingers slowly back and forth ... and my groans of approval became louder. Suddenly, he whipped his fingers from my butt and announced it was time to rinse off. Somewhat disappointed, I turned my back to the shower spray and he, like I did for him, made sure all the soap was rinsed away ... both inside and out.
There was a slight change in his attitude as we exited the shower and dried off together. I put it down to "straight guy freak out" ... you know what I mean. Straight guy finds himself suddenly in a situation he doesn't know how to deal with. So we each dried ourselves and I went to shave and brush my teeth as the salesman said "good night" and headed to his room. Shortly, I was back in my rooms, and there was a knock at the door.
Of course it was the salesman, we were the only two left in the hotel. I still had my robe belted loosely around me. I answered the door and he was there in his robe.
"You wouldn't by chance give wake-up calls, would you?" he asked with a slight blush.
"I'm afraid not. What's the problem?"
"It seems I forgot to pack my alarm clock and I have to up at 7 AM"
"I think I have an old alarm clock I can load you for the night. Let me see if I can find it." I said as I walked to my bureau.
I hunted around the top drawer and found it in pretty quick. It was a wind up one ... so I wound it up and it started off ticking. So I adjusted the time and the alarm time. Just as I was about to turn around to give it to him, I felt a pair of hands run slowly up and down my back. I was about to turn around, but his gestures indicated I should stay as I was. After a couple minutes of him rubbing his hands up and down my back and around my ass, he pushed a little on my back indicating I should bend over. I complied, and he lifted the bottom of my robe so it rested on my back. As his fingers once again stroked my naked butt and pucker ... I relaxed further and spread my legs.
Next thing I felt was his soft lips and tongue ... kissing my ass cheeks and licking my hole causing it to start to flutter a bit. He then centered on my pucker, working more and more of his spit into it as his tongue loosened it up again. Then I felt him stand and his hard cock was pressed against my waiting butt hole. Again he hesitated, so I just slowly back up onto him, taking him in little by little until amongst our moans I felt his pubic hair on my butt cheeks.
Within a few seconds he started to slowly fuck my hot ass, gaining momentum as he rammed his hard cock into me again and again He held onto my hips as he forced himself into me faster and faster even while his moans became louder and louder. And each stroke in, he felt my own ass move back to meet him ... taking him fully each time he thrust.
"Can I cum up your hot tight ass?" he asked
"Yes" I hissed through my moans "fuck me, fuck me hard and fill my butt with your sperm. Come on you fucker ... do it. Give me your cum."
At that his pace quickened as he drove himself to climax ... his tightening balls slapping me between my legs.
"Aaarrrghhhhh .... here it cums!!" he panted loudly.
And with one final slam up my ass, I felt his cock start to jerk and coat me with his baby makers. It felt like he came forever. I could feel load after load of his spunk shooting up my ass. As his orgasm subsided ... he slumped into the nearby chair. I stood up, my still hard dick tenting the front of my robe. Still trying to catch his breath, he reached over through the fold of my robe and grabbed my slobbering dick and started to jack me off. I undid the robe and moved over in front of him.
"Ahhhhh ... fuck it" he said ... and leaned forward and took my dick head in his mouth, running his tongue over and around it.
With his hand jerking my cock and his mouth sucking on its head, I knew I wouldn't last long ... especially not after the beating his cock had just given my prostate. His unskilled mouth had just taken my entire cock in when my orgasm hit.
"I am cumming" I groaned.
He immediately took his mouth off my cock and started jerking me quickly while his other hand played with my balls. Not a dozen strokes later I started shooting all over him. He was not prepared for the velocity that my cum exited my cock ... splattering him on his chest and stomach.
When I stopped cumming, he looked at his stomach, then looked up at me "I guess I need another shower" and then laughed and I quickly joined in.
Together we went back to the shower and quickly washed and rinsed each other off.
"Oh yeah" I said "the alarm clock is still in my room"
"Maybe I should just bunk in with you"
"Not a chance, my friend. Not if you are getting up at 7 AM" I said with a chuckle.
The next night, I saw him pop into the bar for a while, but I was too busy to go talk with him. It was an exhausting night for me, and a long one, so at 3 AM I finally trudged my way up to my room, had my shower and literally collapsed into my bed and passed out. I don't know how much later it was, I just know the room was pitch black. I woke up to find that I was totally turned on, laying on my stomach with a hard cock being slammed into me in a quick series of rabbit fucks. Talk about waking up in the last minute. A few more thrusts and the cock was rammed fully into my butt, my insides being coated with each jerk this disembodied cock made. The cock softened quickly and slipped from my still spasming pucker. I was rolled onto my back and a mouth engulfed my hard leaking cock. A few sucks up and down and I was spewing my load down my ravagers throat. When I had been sucked dry, a bodiless voice said "You are a great fuck even when you are sleeping" and with a chuckle I felt a weight leaving the bed and a quick flash of light as someone exited my room.
I knew it had to be the salesman, but I was too tired to care as I slipped, now sated, into a dreamless sleep.
I didn't see him again until the next night, Saturday night. Again we were really busy at both hotels and I was constantly moving between the two, making sure everything was okay. The salesman appeared at my side one time when I was walking to the other hotel and asked if we could talk for a moment. I was due for a break, so when we got to the hotel I showed him into the closed dining room and asked what he was drinking. Then I went to make my tour of the bar. I grabbed us both a drink and I went into the dining room and placed his drink in front of him as I took the chair across from him.
"I am really sorry about last night" he said as soon as I sat down.
"Yeah, I have to admit it was more than a wee bit strange waking up at the end of things without really knowing how things got to that point. But I sure slept good afterwards." I said with a chuckle, just to let him know I wasn't mad or upset.
Relief evident in his voice, he continued "I thought you were awake the whole time. It sure felt like you were. It wasn't like you were a passive partner or anything."
"I have to admit that it wasn't the first time I woke up to find myself in middle or at the end of getting fucked. How did it happen?"
"I heard you come upstairs and go for your shower and then go back into your room. I don't think it was 2 minutes later that I knocked at your door. I heard you say something and I thought you meant for me to come in ... so I did. The light from the hallway showed me where your bed was and I could see you laying in it, so I closed the door and walked over and sat on the side of the bed. I ran my hand up your arm and the next thing I know I am dragged down beside you and we are exchanging spit" he laughed, still a little incredulous himself.
Then he continued "We were caressing each other and kissing and then you just told me to fuck you. So I rolled you onto your stomach and went down and ate your butt for a while and then slipped right in and you started moving your butt up to meet every stroke. It wasn't until you kind of jerked a bit and your butt clamped down tighter on me and then you kind of said "what the ...???" ... that it first struck me that you might not have been awake before. Fucking you when you were sleeping was pretty darned good, but its nothing compared to fucking you when you are awake. You are so much tighter when you are awake ... and hotter. Shit, after you woke up your butt started getting so hot and wetter ... I thought I was fucking into a furnace. And what your insides do to my cock ... its almost like a bunch of fingers gripping it and then letting go. Like I said, when you are awake you are probably the best fuck I have ever had."
"So, you fuck around with guys often?" I asked, still trying to process everything he had just shared.
"Once in a while with guys ... but not often. Normally I just go with women. But after our shower, and afterwards, the night before last, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about your butt ... and your body. A guy has never turned me on the way you do."
"Thanks ... I guess " I said, feeling myself blush.
With a conspiratorial grin, the salesman continued "Tomorrow is Sunday. I don't work ... and I don't think you do. So after you finish, you want to bunk in together? Since neither of us have to get up early?"
After a moments hesitation I said "Sure. I think I would enjoy a night of fucking with you, one that I am awake for" I smiled. We finished our drinks and I got back to work with a promise that we would meet up after work.
Again I was exhausted as I went upstairs when I was finished. I grabbed my things from my room and headed for the shower and as I passed the salesman's door, it opened and we went to the shower together. He could see how tired I was, so he insisted I just relax and let him do all the soaping and rinsing. He cleaned me good ... everywhere ... even finger fucking me up my butt for a number of minutes. Then he dried us both off. He watched as I shaved and brushed my teeth, he had taken care of his own toiletries earlier. Then we went back to my room, dropped our things on the floor and climbed into bed where we were immediately wrapped in each others arms.
We left a small night light on, he wanted to see what he was doing this time. He started kissing me, for a long time just my lips, but then he started working his way down my body. He lifted my legs up and back towards my chest and dove in to eat my ass, ramming his tongue in and out, forcing more and more of his spit up my chute.
Then moving up and holding my legs wide, he sunk his entire length into me in one stroke and held it there as I adjusted. As he got into his rhythm, me legs came down to wrap around his waist and as he continued to sink his full length into me, I used the leverage of my legs to pull my butt up to meet him. As he fucked me with his full long strokes ... he grabbed my hard oozing cock and stroked me in time with his fucking. His cock was battering by prostate, so I was shooting all over myself in a matter of minutes. His fucking grew faster with that, pounding in and out of my spasming ass hole until he rammed in hard and started unloading as far up my butt as he could. As his cum shots he fucked his softening cock in and out of my butt slowly, letting my tight pucker milk that last vestiges for his cream from his balls.
My legs fell to the bed and he collapsed on the bed beside me. I rolled to my side and as he snuggled up behind me and wrapped me in his arms, I fell asleep. I awoke with sunlight streaming through the window and the realization I had the salesman's hard cock once again shoved up my butt. But this time, he just held it there while he cuddled me in his arms.
"Good morning" he said in my ear, and gave his cock a little in and out stroke. "does your butt and cock run on autopilot when you are sleeping?" he chuckled
"Okay ... what did I do now?"
"I woke up about an hour ago with my usual morning hardon and of course it was laying in your crack. So I just moved my hips back and forth a bit. Next thing I know, your hand comes around and guides my dick to your ass hole. So of course I just shoved it in. Then your hand to my hand that was on your stomach and moved it down to your own morning woodie. But then that's when I realised you were still sleeping. So I have been here, like this, for about an hour. Each time my cock started to soften up a bit, your butt would start clamping down and releasing it or you'd move it back and forth a few times. When it was full hard again, you stopped, until the next time. Geez, I am about to pop right now and I haven't done nothing."
"Then finish what I started" I said, moving my butt back and forth on his cock a couple more times.
He started fucking into my ass long and hard again and within a dozen strokes, shot his load up my butt. He just held me and moaned by my ear, enjoying the rapture of a long awaited orgasm. Then a couple strokes of his fingers and I shot my own load across the bedsheets. We laid like that for a few minutes and then I had to get up to use the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and padded naked down the hallway, with him following closely behind. We stood side by side at the urinals, and then went into the shower together. Again he insisted that I let him do all the work, and I just relaxed back and let his knowing fingers tease and titillate me. He squatted and watched in amusement as I allowed his cum loads to leak from my butt and down my inner thighs ... and then he soaped me all over again and then rinsed. After we dried off, we went back to my room, donned our robes and went down to the hotel's kitchen where I told him I would serve him breakfast and coffee.
I then put our dirty dishes in the washer and we headed back upstairs and, after changing the linens, crawled back into bed. I started kissing, licking and teasing his nipples and then worked my way down to his still soft cock. I hadn't experienced too many uncut cocks, so I took its soft fullness in my mouth and explored it with my tongue. I ran my tongue around the foreskin covered head, and then pushing my tongue inside I ran my tongue around and around as I felt his foreskin slowly fall back onto his shaft. I took him fully into my mouth, taking as much of his extra skin with me as I descended. Then I sucked back up, until his dickhead was once again covered.
I moved down to kiss and lick his hairy, low slung balls and he just lay there groaning in appreciation. I took one ball into my mouth and then the other, but I couldn't take both at once. I moved down to between his legs and kept licking his balls and then running my tongue back and forth along his perineum, his wet balls laying on my nose, his hard oozing cock pointing skyward. I started to lift his legs up, but he suddenly tensed and resisted.
I looked up at his eyes and smiled "Don't worry ... I don't fuck guys. Trust me."
Then he relaxed and let me raise his legs until his pucker showed itself to me. I licked around and around it, hearing his moans of approval. Then when I started to run my tongue inside of him, he opened himself to me and let me have my way. I must have ate his ass, using my lips, teeth and tongue for a good fifteen or so minutes. Then I raised up and swallowed his throbbing cock in one swoop. He grunted loudly and raised his hips to ram his cock into the back of my throat.
"Unn ... unnnn ... unnnn ... so close, so good, so close" he kept saying as my head bobbed up and down on his poker. Then he grabbed my head and rammed it down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, my lips sealed tight around his cock base. Then in silence his orgasm hit, shooting wad after wad straight down my throat.
Afterwards, we just lay there enjoying the fact that neither of us had to work that day, just relishing the freedom. He insisted on treating me to lunch at a restaurant just up the street. Then we fucked and sucked the afternoon away. I made us supper, and he fucked me one more time before he went back to his own room.
He was there 3 more days and nights. Twice more, I woke up in the middle of night just as things were coming to a climax. Pardon the pun. And his last night, I was wide awake until the end but I quickly fell asleep after. When I woke up the next morning, he was already gone. Back home for a few days, and then off to another small town for a week or so.
He said he would be coming back in about 6 months, but he never did. That was okay. I enjoyed his company, but all it was to either of us was just sex. As you can tell by the story, I can't even remember his name.