I was in Cardiff on a tight schedule, business was wrapped up by 4pm and my boss was not arriving until about 9. With time to myself I checked into my hotel and freshened up before heading to the gay pub down the road. Late afternoon/early evening is never a busy period but I sat it out for 2 pints while I checked emails and finished my day. Disappointed to not get any hint of action (but what I was I expecting at that time!?), I strolled back to the hotel bar feeling a bit tipsy, it was only six o’clock! No sooner had I sat down at the bar than a guy sat down next to me. Tall, broad and grey, he was about fifteen years older than me and with a second glance I realised that he had been sat round the corner in the pub as I came to exit a few minutes before. He put down to short tumblers in front of us and smiled. I buzzed a little as we engaged in small talk. He was taking time out as he put it and was killing a few hours before he got the train to meet up with his wife in London. “What time are you leaving?” I enquired and when he answer about eight-thirty I excitedly rushed through some possibilities in my mind. “I do not really drink whisky,” I said nodding at the glass. “Worried it’s spiked?” he answered conspiratorially and I felt stupid as I giggled in reply. “Drink it,” he said looking into my eyes and I lifted the drink to my lips and necked it, whincing it back. I was surprised that the barman had two fresh ones in place as I put the glass down. He smiled offering up his glass, “they’ll keep coming until you invite me up to your room,” he said smoothly. Nerves took over and I necked the next drink. I wriggled on my stool, wondering if I would drink another one or not. “I don’t even know your name, I am Harry,” I said and I offered him my hand. He shook it firmly and did not offer his name in reply, but instead spoke under his breath. “Your name is the last thing I will be calling you.” I found myself gulp air down and then drank my drink. My body shivered and I felt my cock swell in my trousers. He stepped of his stool and stood nearly between my legs. “You like that don’t you,” he smiled, “you little tease!” he put his hand on my leg and squeezed my thigh, “are you the kind of guy that likes to tease?” “No,” I managed to reply. “Well you are teasing me, you flirt. Which is in danger of making you a cock tease!” His voice was so quiet yet I could hear him clearly. “Ignore me in the bar, nearly ignore me now, you fucking tease!” I felt shocked by the quick change and spat out a short, “sorry!” “Well you were walking so quickly,” he said, “I guess you could not see how hard I was watching you.” His hand went to his crotch now, shielded from the view of the bar by our proximity. My eyes followed it and I gasped as he used his finger and thumb to trace the outline if his bulge. His shaft was clear to see and it held against his body for what I guessed would be about 8 inches. “Oh wow,” I breathed and necked my drink and then looked him in the eye catching him before he gestured for another one, “Will you..” I started but the words caught in my dry throat, “Will you come to my room?” I asked. “Hmmmm,” he mused, “it would be nice to let the ol’ boy out for a game!” he sipped the last of his drink, “I was hoping to find a whore tonight, lead the way.” We left the bar and we rode the lift to the seventh floor. He stood opposite me and rubbed his crotch some more, I licked my lips in anticipation of what he had in there. In my room he pushed me in to towards the bed. “Now you fucking tease, time to let him out.” I turned to see him standing there his hands on his hips. I was breathing hard as I knelt down and pulled his belt clear. I could not resist holding him and I cupped his warm firm cock. “Get it out then,” he reminded me. I opened his trousers and pulled them down and the bulge instantly pushed outward from his boxers which I eagerly pulled down as well. I gasped at his cock, it looked incredible. Thick and heavy it swung down as it bobbed to life. His foreskin was half pulled back over his fat helmet and the first thing I did was to nudge it fully back with my tongue. Opening my mouth wide I took him and while he (thankfully) did not get any thicker, he firmed up as I worked my face off and on him. “Ah yes, very good,” he said softly as I blew him. I tried to get more in, but I was lucky if I was managing half of it, “good to see you can suck it as well as tease, mmm yes.” His encouragement made me try harder and I fought to relax as I nearly gagged on him. He pulled away and sat on the bed, steeping neatly from his clothes as he did so though he still wore his shirt and blazer. I leant over him to suck him straight back in and then knelt to be more comfortable. “Better than a whore,” he mumbled and I moaned back at him around his big dick, “oh you like being a whore, ay!” I heard the rustle of fabric and a crumple of paper. In my periphery I saw a twenty pound note land. “There,” he said, “now it’s official, you little cock whore!” I moaned into him again getting all flustered myself. It was hot in the room and he seemed to notice my body language telling him so. “Getting hot, my little whore?” he asked and he pushed me back, giving me the break I needed to peel my top and trousers off. His cock looked amazing as I stood above and I was keen to get back to it. Instead he tossed a ten pound note down the bed. “Looks like mine is not the only cock you teased,” he said flicking his eyes down to my cock, rock hard but looking puny near his. “Wank it for me..” It felt so good as I wanked while I looked at his cock. “Oh you are dirty, aren’t you, you slut!” he wanked as he watched me and I wondered what he was thinking. In a quick motion he stood up in front of me, his cock against mine, my hand touching it as I stroked my cock so I exaggerated the movement so I could capture his in the same movement. He used his spare hands to pull off his blazer and shirt, but his hand came back with a handful of notes. “Here,” he said as he dropped them on the bed. He locked my eye contact as rubbed his big intoxicating cock. My mouth was dry and yearned more of him, my heart was pounding in my chest. “Wait here,” I breathed. I left his standing there and went to the toilet. In my wash bag I had my lube and I eagerly squirted it out on to my fingers, jamming two finger in my arse, my cock twitching in the mirror as I opened them, trying to spread my hole for him. Grabbing the towel I wiped up the excess and grabbed a condom and the remaining lube. He was lying seductivle on the bed and I got between his legs again and sucked his cock. He was so hard and so big, I was excited like I had not been in a long time, desperate to get him in me and also worried that he would not fit! “God you are so big,” I moaned as I broke off to open the condom. I started to unroll it and realised I had a problem. Thankfully he was a step ahead of me and he handed me his own condom, large which I rolled down him more easily after a few more licks. I decided to get into character and I picked the money up off the bed, counted it and put it on the desk. “One hundred,” I told him. “What do I get for that?” he asked. “That lets you be my first,” I giggled at him, not entirely sure where my cheek was coming from. “Oh you dirty slag,” he said as he got up, picking up the lube I had put on the bed. He turned me with one hand and pushed me to the bed. I heard him squelch out some lube and then he moved behind me. First his fingers pushed in and took me surprise. He pulled on my hole and I worked hard to relax for him. “Yes, you are tight, whore,” he said to himself. Then he slid free of me an dI felt weight on me as he spread my bum apart. His hard tip pushed on my arse, and I moaned out for him. He felt huge, massive and I wanted him dearly. “Oh fuck,” I said, reaching back to help with my cheeks, I held my arse wide for him, “Give it to me!” I cannot recall another time when I have had such a sense of fear and desire. His fat helmet burst my hole open and I cried out loud. I heard a lot and at the same time his big cock filled me and I felt so whole from the inside. “Uh, uh, uh,” was allI could manage as I gave my arse to him. “Take it, bitch,” I could hear him saying as he built up a rhythm banging down on me. I managed to turn my groaning into yes and yes and give it to me and then I moaned in long groans of deep pleasure ash is rhythm broke, slowing right down he drew all the way out and then all the way and I realised with delight that I was taking him all. He changed pace again and then pounded me hard and it was ll I could do to hold on to the bed. He pulled out quickly and rolled me over and in less that 3 seconds he was back in me to the hilt, my legs high on his shoulders. “Tug your cock off,” he instructed and I looked to seeing him eyeing my hard on his lips licking. I pulled on my cock and reacted straight away, my orgasm rising quickly. I came in thick strands, shooting up my body, splatting under my chin. In sharp thrusts, words failed him as he grunted and I felt the swell as he pumped his come up me. He buried deep in me to finish and I watched a trail of come dribble from my cock. He pulled out and my arsehole stung. He deftly removed his condom and with a very mischievous smile on his face he tip it out over my chest, warm and runny it tickled me as it fled down my sides. I went to talk, but he held his fingers to his lips. “Don’t spoil it whore,” he said gently. He picked up my shirt and wiped his cock and then calmly and measuredly pulled his clothes back on and left the room. I lay there feeling dirty and used for what felt like no time. I woke up to my phone ringing. It stirred me back to normality and I jumped quickly in the shower before heading down for a drink with colleagues.