Internet-Found Love

It was a late night. Thomas had no idea what he was expecting when he met up with a man online and rented a hotel room with him, he was mainly hoping for a good time and then for it to be over, no questions asked. The most he knew of the man he was meeting with was that he was a homosexual twenty-four year old blonde man named Gregory who classified himself as a "player." Tom made sure that he had informed nearly everybody he knew in case this "Gregory," was some creep or dangerous, not that Thomas cared. He felt his life needed a bit of a thrill added to it anyway.

Thomas contemplated his life so far as he stood in the elevator, pouty-faced. He had lived a dull and boring life and hoped that actually meeting someone, and possibly even having a fun time, in more than one way, would change that. He had no idea if the man he was meeting with was even legitimately who he claimed to be, but he tried not to think too hard on it. As he heard the chirping noise, meaning he was at the designated floor, he exited the elevator and looked side to side in search of the right hotel room.

Slowly approaching room 5A he took out the key card he had received only moments before upon entering the hotel. He slid the card into the door knob and, upon hearing the noise of acceptance, opened the door.

The first thing he noticed about the room was the man sitting gingerly on the loveseat, staring directly back at Thomas. He could only assume that this was Gregory. He was a blonde, young looking man with a strong jawline and scratchy beard. He had a smirk plastered on his face that never seemed to go away. He was a well-built man, dressed in a somewhat see-through white collared shirt and loose jeans.

Thomas hadn't thought this through. He stood in the doorway, awestruck at the fact that Gregory was a real person, and willing enough to actually show up. He simply stared back at Greg, wide-eyed, as Gregory stood up from the loveseat and approached Thomas. Step by dreadful step, he made his way to Thomas before slowly removing Thomas' shirt, no need for introduction. Greg undressed Thomas until he was fully nude before closing the hotel room door. They didn't think twice about who may have happened to walk down the hallway behind them.

Gregory pulled Thomas back into the room and forced Tom to push against him until their lips met, their tongues dancing in and out of each others mouths. Tom impulsively reached for Gregory's shirt and began to unbutton it, slowly stripping him. They continued to kiss until they were both naked, never taking the time to stop and look at each others bodies. They didn't care.

Gregory pushed against Thomas, forcing him to fall into the bed that was immediately behind him, Greg falling on top of him. Their sweaty naked bodies mushed together like play-doh morphing into one singular body. Their lips met intimately as their bodies continually collided. Their tongues clashed together as masculine groans radiated from both of the men and echoed throughout the hallways of the empty hotel room. Thomas was then lifted off of the bed and thrown against the closed curtains of the window, causing for his body to feel even hotter than it was previously. Greg pushed his own hand against Thomas' neck in somewhat of a choke hold as their lips collided once more. As Greg pulled away he bit down on Thomas' lower lip.

The blonde man kept his hand against Tom's neck as he used his free arm to grab Tom by the shoulder and twirl him around, shoving him again against the wall. Thomas grabbed at the curtains, allowing a moan to escape him as he felt Greg's hands roam every crevice of his body. Tom could hear Greg groan behind him in both angst and anticipation.

"I can't wait anymore," Greg let out in what almost seemed like a pleading cry as he gripped his testicle in one hand and with the other held Tom's buttcheek and pressed his penis against Tom's anus. Thomas groaned in a mixture of pleasure and agony. Suddenly the heat didn't seem to bother him anymore as nothing but the strange yet wonderful sensation filled his whole being.

Gregory thrusted against Tom with no mercy, thrusting and thrusting, never seeming to grow tired. The groans that escaped the men seemed as if they should've filled the whole hotel, as if every person in the hotel should've heard them. Even a deaf man would've heard their moans. Greg eventually fell over on top of Tom, wrapping his arms against Thomas' waist, but never stopped thrusting. Thomas felt his insides throb against Greg's manhood.

Suddenly Thomas felt a spectacular ecstasy seep into the very fabric of his soul. He lifted up his head and let out a loud moan as Greg's thrusting body grew sweatier and sweatier yet somehow still had the strength to continue heaving on. Thomas could hear Greg breathe heavily behind him.

Greg grabbed Tom by his arms and yanked him backwards, forcing them both to fall onto the bed. Gregory wrapped his arms around the crook's of Tom's knees and lifted his legs upward, thrusting into him. Tom moaned with a newfound pleasure, his mouth left gaping wide. The thrusting continued for what felt like hours, until Greg could feel himself begin to climax. He grasped Tom by the shoulders and shoved him off of him, causing Tom to fall to the floor like somewhat of a ragdoll. Tom turned to Greg, still on his knees with his hands in between his legs, seemingly dumbfound, mouth gaping wide at the masculinity that this man had and what power he seemed to have over him.

Greg grabbed Thomas by his light brown hair and forced his dick into his mouth, suddenly feeling the moistness and throbbing of Tom's tongue. Greg continued to thrust until Thomas finally grabbed the staff of Greg's cock and rocked his head back and forth. Greg groaned in pleasure as he finally orgasmed into Thomas' mouth, forcing Tom to come to a stop with his mouth full, wide-eyed. Greg fell backwards onto the bed as Thomas hesitated before swallowing Greg's cum and wiping his mouth before falling to the floor on his back, both of the men breathing heavily. The whole affair was exhausting, but at the same time satisfying.

Thomas looked up at Gregory who was seemingly past out on the bed, both of their chests still heaving. "Man, I..." Tom gasped for air. "I think I love you."

A part of Thomas chuckled lightly at the thought, it was dumb, and he knew that, but he said it anyway not once feeling nervous.

Gregory groaned and forced himself to sit up, looking down at Thomas' flushed face. "Heh.. We'll see what happens, sweet ass."

Thomas contemplated Gregory's smug face before again bursting into laughter, which Greg couldn't help but chuckle at. Tom stood up where he was and fell against Gregory as they both went unconscious on the bed.