Room service for sexy slim straight dude

[8:09] Room Service for Sexy Slim Straight Dude
by Sophia Hilton

Ahh, Room Service…the ultimate fantasy for any horny straight guy. Just imagine it: you’re in a plush hotel room on a hot day, sweat glistening on your chiseled body. You place a call to the front desk and before you know it, a tall, dark and handsome stranger delivering your lunch appears at your door. But lunch is not the only thing on the menu today…

*Knock knock* The door swings open to reveal a gorgeous man, an Adonis with olive skin, piercing dark eyes, and a saucy smirk. He’s wearing a crisp hotel uniform that stretches across his broad, muscular chest. Tray in hand, he steps into the room, letting the door click shut behind him. “Room service,” he purrs, his accent thick and honeyed.

You’re impressed. The management sent a real hottie to service you today. Not that you’re gay or anything – you’re 100% straight, mate, a real stud with a raw, primal masculine energy. But there’s no harm in admiring perfection, right? The two of you make some small talk as he sets the tray down on the bedside table. *Ding!* The teleprompter flashes, guiding you to rip your towel off, revealing your impressive physique. Lean muscles ripple under your smooth skin. Your dick is just barely tenting the fabric of your boxer shorts. The room service hunk’s eyes widen with hunger. He licks his thin lips as he takes in the whole package of manhood standing before him.

*Cut to flashback* The hotel manager has sent him in knowing he can be bought for the right price. Barely Able to afford living, dude needs money for tuition and the bills are piling up. He considers this a “form of payment”, a way to make ends meet and avoid going down the wrong path selling drugs.

He’s hopelessly out of his depth – his only sexual experience with another man was that one raunchy video he clocked a couple years back. But he’s still a red-blooded, straight male who appreciates a hot body when he sees one. Rubbing his crotch, he steps closer, boldly putting a hand on your thick bicep to squeeze and admire your body.

*Back to the action* While the fat pencil-dick was trying to give you advice, you pushed past him and yanked open the door yourself, cutting to the chase and revealing the buff dude in his towel. “I know you want me,” *Dude says*, grabbing the twink’s hand and rubbing it across his straining bulge. “It’s actually quite normal for a man to smell his own cum once in a while,” He adds with a twinkle in his eye.

The guy gulps and nods weakly as his fingers brush over the ski-jump rise and his cock flinches against the fridge door. “I…I don’t know what to do” he whispers.

“Fuck, you really are a virgin,” You breathe, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything.”

And teach him you do, getting him down on his knees to blow you before bending him over the bed and popping his cherry. The twin beds creak and groan as you slam into him from behind, both of you grunting and panting like wild beasts. His virgin hole grips you tight as you rail him into the mattress, his balls slapping against the bedframe.

“That’s it, take it all!” You growl, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”

After a relentless pounding that leaves him a drooling, quivering mess, you pull out and swiftly flip him over onto his back. He wraps his legs around your hips as you slide back in, fucking him missionary now. Your thick cock plunges in and out of his tight ass, the head kissing his prostate with each thrust. His eyes roll back in bliss, mouth hanging open in a silent moan as you rail him…

Until finally, with a roar, you pull out and stroke yourself to climax above him. Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum splatter across his face and chest – and dude wastes not a drop, scooping the pearly essence off his body with his fingers and greedily licking it clean. *Mmmmmmm.*

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