Hotel seduction

My name is Greg. I've just moved from the Mid-West to California to attend college and I was feeling pretty blue about it. It's not that I was excited about being at school. This was going to be the best time of my life. I was taking my first steps on my own; I was finally grown up. After all I was going into the fall of my freshman year. But I had just turned 18, and was lonely. I already missed my old friends. None of them wanted to take a chance on a college all the way across the country. They wanted to play it safe and stay close to home. So I loaded up my car and headed out alone. Two days later I was almost there and was spending the one last night in a hotel on the road. It had been a long trip and I was bone tired. Tired of driving and tired of listening to the same old songs on the ipod over and over again. My hotel had a nice pool and I decided that a swim and relaxing in the sun might be just what the doctor ordered. I had been a swimmer in high school-- not a great one, but good enough that I was part of the team. I had worked up a good tan during practices in the summer, which set off nicely against my little white Speedo bathing suit I wore. I planned to spend the rest of the day hanging out by the hotel pool. I even covered my body with oil, hoping that my glistening tan might help me find a cute girl. But the only girls there seemed to ignore me, so I tried to lose myself in the new Sports Illustrated. That's when I heard a deep male voice ask me a question.

"Is this chair taken?" 

I looked up to see a big black man with a broad face. He looked to be about 45 years old and in extremely good shape. I told him the chair was available, and he sat down right next to me. I had to admit it, he was extremely handsome. As he took off his robe, I saw his powerful muscular body. He was so much bigger than me, I felt like a little boy beside him.

We struck up a conversation. His name was Jay, he said, and he was here on business.

As usual, I wasted no time telling him all about my move to California and how different it was from the Mid-West. He seemed quite sympathetic and interested, leaning forward and offering me advice. As he made his points about how I should make friends, he kept touching my knee. I thought about moving my leg away from him or telling him to stop, but for some reason, I didn't. 

The more we talked the more his hand simply rested on my knee. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but soon I got used to it. He stared into my eyes as he spoke to me. He seemed very wise, with his deep voice, and I noticed his fingers were squeezing my thigh as he spoke.

I also noticed, to my horror that my cock was beginning to harden in my suit. His long thick black fingers were now sliding up and down my oiled thigh. I was finding it harder to breathe. My cock was now stiffening, it had formed a tent, and I knew he could see it. But I didn't try to stop him from touching me. 

Fortunately, we were the only people by the pool at this point. That's when he took things to the next level.

"Well Son," he said; in a husky half-whisper, "Want to come to my room for a drink?"

I didn't drink much in high school but I was on my own now, making my way. I figured it was OK so I agreed. We put on our robes, grabbed our stuff, and headed to the elevator. We didn't speak as we rode to the top floor of the hotel. As we rode I thought I felt his hand touching my bottom through my terry cloth robe. Why wasn't I telling him to stop?

We entered his suite, and I was impressed by how big it was compared to the little room I had. We were in a living room and the bedroom was someplace else. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I said "no thanks, I don't like the taste. Can I have vodka?" He smiled, nodded, and said "with OJ?" I said "please" and he fixed us both a drink and we toasted our new friendship.

I finished my drink rather quickly, and he made me another one. As I began sipping it, he put a hand on my shoulder and looked deeply into my eyes.

"You were getting hard out there, Son," he said. "Was I making you hard?"

I blushed and looked away.

"Look at me young man," he said, his voice now a little firmer. 

I didn't like where all this was going, but I also didn't want it to stop.

"Take off your robe and show me your body. You have the kind of body that you should show off." said Jay "Show me now, Greg," 

I know I should never have slipped that robe off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. But it felt good to have him admire my body. I really did want to show it off.

"Oh yeah, bronzed" said Jay, "nice pecs, nice thighs, and what a tight set of abs!"

"Turn around, Son," Jay told me. I did as I was told. I could feel his eyes on my bottom through my swimming trunks. I resisted the temptation to wiggle it for him; to really show it off.

"So smooth," said Jay.

I picked up my robe. This had gone far enough; it was time for me to go. 

"Thank you very much for the drink but I have a big day tomorrow and I think it's time for me to go" I said as I moved toward the door.

Jay stepped in front of the door and tilted my chin up toward his.

"You're not leaving yet, Son," said Jay. "I'm just getting to know you."

Suddenly, I had my head tilted up and he kissed me. That's when my robe fell to the floor.

I had never been kissed by a man before. It was such a sweet, soft kiss. My mouth opened to accept his probing tongue. I felt his hand cup my firm, round ass through my swimsuit. My cock grew stiff against his thigh.

I guess the drink combined with the lust to make me want what was coming next. When Jay pulled down my swim suit, I felt a sense of excitement. Peeled free of all my clothes, I was naked now. A man old enough to be my father was kissing me, inspecting me and feeling me up.

"We need to shave your cock," said Jay, stroking it up and down, whispering in my ear. "All that hair makes you look like a man. But you're not a man; you're a little boy. You need to look like a little boy. Shaved you'll look 12, hot and fine. Don't you want to look fine for your Daddy?"

I was shocked but Jay just kept stroking my cock and feeling my balls. His big black hands kept massaging the willpower from my dick. Jay kept whispering in my ear while his hands kept up the manual assault on my emotions. I looked up into his dark piercing eyes, I saw his power. I also saw my refection, an insignificant image reflected there. I had to look away. I looked down at his big black hand owning my dick. He must have begun to feel my body say yes. Jay started guiding me naked to the suite's big bathroom, leading me by my little boy joystick. I didn't want him to let go. My whole body was on fire.

The suite's bathroom was nicer than anything I had ever seen. All marble and glass and mirrors with a huge walk-in shower.

"Are you ready to clean-up for your Daddy? Are you ready to trim your pubes?" Jay asked as he kept stroking my dick.

"No way!!. I'm eighteen and out on my own. I'm a man now and should look like it. I'm not a little boy"

"No, you're not a man, you're a boy." Jay said firmly. He took my hand and guided it to the belt of his robe. "Open it" he said. I pulled on the belt and his robe fell open. 

"Take off my swimsuit." Jay said. I untied his swimsuit and pulled it down past the biggest, thickest dick I had ever seen. As Jay stepped out of his suit he let my dick go. It sprang to attention, as if saluting the mammoth black penis.

"This is a man's dick" Jay said showing me the black tool. Hefting the low-hanging balls he said "and these are man's balls. Do you really think your little white penis makes you a man? That's a boy's penis and should look like it. Don't try to pretend that little bit of hair makes you a man."

All I could do was stare as wrapped his hand around the big, black, snake; stroking himself up and down. I was mesmerized as it began to harden and the chocolate colored head seemed to reach out to me, trying to touch me. While Jay's dick grew the bathroom seemed to shrink until it was only me and his penis in the room. As I watched, a drop of precum seeped from the head and glistened there like a pearl. Jay looked at me and then scooped the pearl up on his finger.

"This is man milk. Boys need milk to grow-up, to be strong. Do you want my milk?" Jay said searching my eyes with his stare.

I just looked back at him as he began to stroke my face with his finger, circled my mouth with the tip. My eyes closed when the fingertip slipped past my lips. My tongue began searching for the pearl of his essence on it. My mouth nursed on the digit tasting my Daddy's milk. I was a little boy; I needed my Daddy for nourishment, to show me how to be a man.

When Jay pulled his finger back out of my mouth he reached back to the counter and picked up a pair of scissors. He handed them to me, grabbed my dick again and led me into the shower.

"Trim your pubes, son. I need them nice and short to shave you properly. If they are too long the razor will pull and you'll get razor burn and a rash. I don't want my boy red and bumpy." Jay said as he handed me the scissors.

"I don't want to trim them. Can't you do it? Don't make me cut off my own pubic hair." I pleaded. "Can't you please do it? I'll be good"

"No you need to do it. I'll hold your dick and stroke it. I'll make you feel good, but you need to trim away the illusion of your manhood. You should be proud that you're a boy. You should want to be smooth and fine for your Daddy." Jay said reassuringly.

He took my penis in his large hand and began to stroke it again. He pulled it forward away from my body. His hand felt so warm and strong. My dick looked so small lost in its grip.

"Trim" Jay said firmly. As he stroked my dick his other hand reached up and flicked my nipple. He started rubbing it and watched it get tight and hard.