Hustler at the Capitol
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 6

My days at the office seemed interminable on Thursday and Friday; however, Sunday finally arrived to my great excitement and sincere nervousness.  Mike had suggested I take an enema before our rendezvous, which had the unexpected effect of calming me and making me feel open, flexible, and energetic.

I showered, skipped my shave to appear relaxed and casual, dressed to look sexy but casual, and headed over to the Capitol Arms to lose the remainder of my virginity.

When I arrived at the hotel, I quickly spotted a shirtless Mike sitting at a picnic table in the rather neglected patio area in front of the building.  To me, he looked sultry, ravishing, and studly.

When he saw me, Mike broke into a wide grin, stood, and came up to me.  “Hey, Art,” he said enthusiastically.  “I’m glad to see you.”

We shook hands as I smiled back at him.  “I’m glad to see you, too, Mike.”

He wriggled his eyebrows at me and said with a wicked grin, “Let’s go upstairs.”

When we got to his room a few minutes later, I was touched to see he had prepared for my visit.  The shades were drawn, giving the room a twilight look even with bright afternoon sun outside.  The ice bucket was full of ice he’d gotten down the hall.  I noticed a couple of small towels on the nightstand beside a bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care.  After closing and locking the door, he quickly lit 3 scented tea candles.

“I think it might be good if we start with a drink,” he said. 

I nodded and sat on the end of the little bed. 

“I have rum and coke.  Is that okay?”

Not having a lot of drinking experience, I wasn’t sure, but I nodded anyhow.  “Of course.”

He set about making our drinks, then handed me one and sat beside me.  We clinked the hotel’s plastic cups and took sips of the cocktails.  Suddenly I remembered the rules, so I stood and reached into my pocket. 

Instantly Mike’s hand grabbed my wrist.  “No, Art.  This is not a business deal.  We are doing this because we are friends who want to be together.”

“But you’re saving to go home.”

“Yes, and you are taking me there.  We are friends and you are never to even consider paying me for companionship, affection, or sex again.  Okay?”

“That doesn’t seem right,” I protested.

“What doesn’t seem right is you offending your friend like this,” he said with a hint of sternness.  “Now, sit down.” 

He released my wrist and I sat back on the bed beside him.  He put his arm around my shoulders and whispered into my ear. “The honor of being with you today is worth more than money could ever pay.  Let’s just enjoy every moment.”

I turned my face toward his.  “Thanks, Mike.  You’re the coolest guy I’ve ever known.”

He grinned widely.  “I’m the coolest guy there is, dude!”  Then he planted a chaste but sweet kiss on my mouth.  When he backed away, he said, “Now drink up.  Being near you is making me horny and I want to get into your pants!”

Damn, my dick lurched in my tight jeans, begging for release.  I turned my cup up to my lips and drained it.  The fire of the liquor burned and took my breath away, but I didn’t care.

Mike giggled.  “That’s the spirit!”  He drained his cup, too, then took mine and set both on the little dresser nearby.

Returning, Mike pulled me up from the bed and into his chest.  He held me gently as he said, “We’re going to take this slow and easy, Art.  If you want to stop or do something different at any moment, just say so.  If you hurt at all, please tell me and I’ll adjust.  This is a time you will never forget, so I want it to be as wonderful as possible.  Okay?”

Feeling his deep affection (love?) for me expressed in this way had me close to tears.  I nodded into his shoulder.  “Thanks, Mike.  I feel very safe with you.”

“You are.”  He pushed me back and leaned in so our lips met for a kiss that was anything but chaste.  While his tongue aggressively possessed my mouth, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders onto the floor.  He caressed my back for a few moments before dropping his hands to my jeans, where he caressed my butt sensuously before sliding his hands around my waist to the front.  He grasped the top of my jeans, opened them, and pushed them down to my knees.  My dick throbbed in my underpants, immediately expanding now that it was released from the confines of my tight jeans.  Mike slipped both hands beneath the waistband of my briefs and cupped my cheeks as he continued probing my mouth.

I moaned into his mouth as he caressed and squeezed my buns while crushing our dicks together.  After a minute or so, he pulled away from my mouth to stare hungrily into my eyes.  He pushed my briefs down to my knees, too, then brought his hands to my waist.  “Lie back,” he said while pushing back and down on my hips. 

I sat down on the bed with my feet on the floor.  He pushed me back and kneeled before me.  I lay quietly collecting my breath as he removed my sneakers, jeans, and briefs.  When I was completely naked, he stood and looked down at my body.

“Art, I want you to really hear what I’m about to say.”

My guard went up immediately.  I rose to my elbows so I could see him better.

“You, my dear friend, are a very handsome man with a great body and a wonderful cock.  You are as sexy as any guy out there and lots and lots of guys will desire you.  Don’t ever feel unlovable again because that is simply a lie.”

“I don’t know…”

“Maybe not, but I do.  You have everything going for you.  Trust me about that.  I’m not even gay but I want you.  I’m attracted to you.  And I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”

“Oh!” I moaned loudly as a sizable drop of precum oozed onto my abdomen.

Suddenly, Mike began singing the stripper song, swiveling his hips, and running his hands over his bare chest.  He pinched his nipples, caressed his six-pack, and dropped his hands to his crotch, where he moved them seductively along his upper thighs and cupped his masculine equipment as he humped into his palm.  With dramatic flair he ripped the buttons open on his jeans to reveal white boxers beneath the denim.  He turned around, shook his ass for me, and slipped both his jeans and the boxers down to show me his smooth firm butt cheeks, undulating with passion and energy before me.  While still facing away from me, he slipped the jeans and boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them.  Of course, leaning over like that gave me a glimpse of his wrinkled rosebud that also made my dick stand up and take notice.

When he turned back to face me, his dick was completely hard with precum on its tip.  He grabbed it, wagging it obscenely at me as he gave me a lecherous grin.  “See how much I want you, Art?”

I was mesmerized by him.  “Oh, yeah,” I nodded.

Still brandishing his cock like a weapon, he moved slowly to the side of the bed, stepping along until he was standing even with my face.  With his other hand, he reached behind my head and began pulling me towards him. 

Eagerly, I opened my mouth as my face neared his crotch.  He aimed his cock for my throat and I moaned as it touched my tongue on its slide into my depths.  He allowed me to suck him for 3 or 4 minutes before pulling out and releasing my head.  I barely noticed him scoop the lotion bottle off the nightstand.  He moved back to the foot of the bed where he laid the lotion beside my hip then stood between my knees for a second smiling down at me.  As if talking to himself, he mused, “Such a sexy guy!”

Mike leaned over, palmed the backs of my knees and lifted my legs high above me.  He shifted his hands to the bottoms of my feet and pushed down until my knees were almost at my armpits.  “Hold your legs for me,” he said.

Even though this position felt very weird, unmanly, even vulnerable, I did as I was told.  He released my feet, reached under my butt (which was not actually on the mattress any more) and shoved me backwards on the bed.  Then he knelt below me, leaned over, and took my drippy dick into the warmth of his mouth.

“Oh, god!”

He was gentle and serious about this BJ, even using his throat a few times.  But very soon after going down on me, he began rubbing my asshole with his finger.  His finger brought lotion to me while it also encouraged my sphincter to relax.  He took his time sucking me slowly and fingering me for several minutes.  The incredible sensations emanating from my dick and my hole simultaneously were overwhelming my senses, driving me into a semiconscious state where all I could do was thrash about on the bed while moaning and whimpering.

After a while, Mike’s finger zeroed in on the tiny opening into my body, where he exerted a gentle pressure while wiggling and circling it with his amazing finger.  It was as erotic as it was unusual and I loved it!  Gradually, he increased the pressure against my sphincter until I could feel the natural resistance my body had for a penetration. 

“Relax for me, babe,” he cooed as he pressed forward.

I tried to will the muscle to relax but for a few seconds it held fast.  Then the most incredible thing happened.  The pressure from Mike’s finger overpowered my sphincter and it yielded.  I thought I could feel it opening to allow the finger inside.  As that finger moved into me, it felt so weird.  Nothing had ever come into me like that before. 

“Oh!” I yelped in surprise.

Instantly, the finger inside me held still but did not retreat.  “Are you okay, Art?”

“Uhm, yes.  Just surprised at the feelings.”

He chuckled.  “You’re going to be surprised a lot this afternoon.  But I think you’re going to love it.”

Mike’s fingers continued to work in and out of my hole for a few minutes, making me see stars and hear symphonies as my naïve body experienced so many new thrills.  Throughout his efforts, Mike maintained eye contact with me, smiling and winking, sticking his tongue out as if he was having a great time, and blowing me kisses.  I couldn’t help thinking this might be as good as it gets.  Of course, a few minutes later, when he replaced his fingers with his lovely prick, I discovered that the great sensations from the rimming and fingering were only a pale foreshadowing of the unbelievable sensations produced by his substantial piece of dickmeat moving sensuously within me.

Yes, there was some pain on the initial breaching of my body, but Mike was true to his word and pushed very gently into me.  When I cried out, he held still while he massaged my sides and encouraged me to breathe and relax.  In only a few seconds, the pain lessened a great deal and I nodded at him.  He pushed in a couple of additional inches and paused again.  When I nodded, he slowly gave me the rest of his great cock.

I don’t think anyone can quite imagine the amazing feelings caused by a hard, hot cock in his ass if they haven’t experienced it at least once.  It felt enormous, like a fire extinguisher or at least a baseball bat rather than a man’s penis.  While Mike held still in the farthest depths of my hole, I focused my attention on the fullness and connection I could feel immediately from the penetration.

Mike had leaned far across me so his face was only a foot from mine.  He looked deeply into my face, presumably to see any signs of discomfort I might be having.  It took me a few moments to be able to focus on his face.  The pain dropped in intensity quickly and soon I lost my sense of pain.  Of course, I was left with strong feelings of possession and the weirdness of having a big part of this man so deeply inside me.  Unconsciously, I slipped my hands onto his waist at the top of his firm glutes, where I pressed him forward so he couldn’t pull back.

“Oh, fuck, Mike.  It’s incredible!”

He grinned.  “For me, too, babe.” 

I felt his cock throb within me, an unimagined feeling for a virgin like me.  Okay, a former virgin.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Good.”  He pulled back slowly and I was aware of his cock sliding out of me.  I could visualize his cockhead retreating down my fleshtube as he pulled back.  He went so slowly it took several seconds before he paused with only his glans inside me. 

“Come back,” I whimpered like the slut I was destined to be.

He grinned and reversed direction, refilling me, reclaiming me for his own.  I moaned the whole time he came into me as the sensations fired off in rapid succession, ramping up my sexual excitement tremendously with each thrust.  Soon he was pistoning into me with what seemed to be a very high RPM. 

“Oh, god,” I cried in between moans and grunts.

He leaned down until his belly was sandwiching my dick between us, stroking it on my abdomen as he thrust into my warm, wet hole.  He put a hand behind my head so he could pull me up where we met in an open-mouthed kiss that nearly caused my orgasm on its own merits.  If his body had not been skewering me to the bed, I might have thrashed myself right off the narrow bed onto the floor.  I was needing to cum, so I moaned loudly when Mike wormed a hand between our torsos and wrapped his palm around my sensitive rod.  He grasped it tightly and began stroking it at pace with his strikes against my prostate.  I went quickly into a transcendental state that pulled my consciousness nearly to zero while my entire being focused on the combination of sensory signals coming simultaneously from my ass, my prostate, and my dick. 

“Holy fuck!” I wailed.

Mike increased the pace of his dual assaults on my ass and dick, which brought me to an orgasm after about 20 seconds.  Energy gathered in my groin, even to the point of reducing for a split second the intensity of sensations coming from every erogenous zone.  A couple of seconds later, a monumental release of tension coupled with a gargantuan muscle contraction led to a colossal shot of cum exploding out of my dickhead to burn our abdomens and chests.  Instinctively, my legs flew around my lover to clasp together behind him while my head bounced off the mattress almost causing us to crash our mouths together. 

“Aaaaiiieeee!” I screamed as the shots continued and faded, leaving us a very sticky mess between us.

“Wow, babe!” he laughed before kissing me gently.  After a moment, he said, “I’m going to pull out so we can clean you up and move into a different position.  Okay?”

I could barely breathe, so I just smiled and nodded.

I instantly hated the emptiness his departure left in me.  Even more so, I hated the break in the amazing connection I had been enjoying so much.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/18/2022