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The idea of a long road trip is never something that sounds like a good idea, but, when an old friend needed help moving his personal belongings halfway across the country, I could not turn him down. Dave had been a friend all the way back to college. After school, we remained in contact despite living a distance apart. Dave and I were both a part of each other's weddings and kept in touch through email and occasional conversations.
Dave had confided in me that he and his wife were having problems and thinking of parting ways. Their relationship had essentially ended after their k**s left home, but they had tried to make things work for the last eight years. When Dave finally decided to go, he called and asked me if I would come up to help move his personal belongings. I agreed and flew to Albany, New York to help him relocate his personal items and some furniture. Dave had a Uhaul rented and was moving to Atlanta.
I along with a few local friends helped with moving the items from their home. The divorce had turned pretty nasty, and the move was under the supervision of the local police to keep things peaceful. Moving household items in a snowstorm was a challenge, but we got it done and finally were on the road. Dave was sad and talked as we drove about how things had become. His job kept him away from home for many years and apparently his wife had found companionship with a man who lived in their subdivision. I felt terrible for him but outside of listening as we drove there was not anything more I could do for him.
We were in Pennsylvania as the snow continued. The interstate had become two ruts, and I suggested we try to stop for the night since the driving snow was becoming trance inducing in the headlights. Dave stopped at several exits only to find no vacancy at any of the motels. Finally, after several slow hours, we pulled into a Countryside Inn off the, and they had one room open. We took it and grabbed some food at a Wendy's next door.
Inside our room, it was small, a queen size bed with a small circular table and two chairs beside the bed. There was no wifi and a wall-mounted television on the wall at the foot of the bed with only limited channels. Dave remarked that the room would be tight and asked how we were going to manage the sleeping situation since we only had one bed and no sofa. I told him I did not see any problem with both of us sleeping in the one bed if he didn't. Dave replied that it was fine with him, he told me that he had not shared a bed in over eight years. He slept in one room, and his wife slept in another. He said it had been at least ten years since he had last had sex. Dave sat up in one of the bedside chairs as I lay on the bed. He told me a lot about his marriage and the problems they faced.
We determined to get an early start on the road in the morning, so we both brushed our teeth and used the bathroom as we got ready for bed. Dave asked if I would be offended if he slept in his boxers and a t-shirt and I laughed saying I didn't care how he slept. I told him I always sleep naked so hopefully, that was not going to be a problem. He laughed recalling our days in college when I would sleep nude in the dorm. Dave undressed down to his underclothes and climbed into the bed nearest the, and I undressed and jumped in the other side. The room was bright with the snow illuminating outside the window and the bright parking lot lights. Dave talked, and it was clearly evident he was sad, depressed and feeling sorry about his life and the turns it had taken. He was not crying, but he had tears in his eyes that I could see in the light coming from the window.
Dave and I are both 54 years old. Dave's hair was thinning, and he had a bald spot on the top of his head. His hair had become mostly gray over time, and he did not color it. Dave was about 6' tall and had a stomach over his waistline. He was probably around 240 pounds now. In college, Dave was always dressed to impress and looked sharp, as the years passed he had let himself go and looked ten years older than me. His t-shirt had some small holes from wear and laundering, and his boxers hung off his hips with worn out elastic and some holes also from wear and age. In my mind, I thought about how I had not ever seen Dave without an erection poking through the fabric of his clothing. In college, Dave was always rock hard, but now there was no hint of excitement or arousal. It was sad to see the state he was in. I teased saying I was glad to see he was soft and that I had worried about sleeping beside him the way he used to be. He said he had not had a hard-on for longer than he could recall.
We finally fell off to sleep, and I was sleeping on my side turned to the wall with my back to Dave. Despite the heat being on the room was cold and the blanket was not doing much on the bed. I woke up slightly feeling Dave's body heat against me. If felt good but he was snoring and obviously still sleeping soundly. Dave had his arm over me and almost engulfed my body with his larger size. I am 5'9" and roughly 180. I was dozing in and out enjoying the warmth and sensation of touch as Dave slept beside me. I don't know if Dave was dreaming or if it was just the physical contact, but I felt the hardness of his growing erection against my ass.
Dave and I were not strangers to sexual activity between us. Back in school, we experimented and engaged in play until we both met our wives. Once we were both dating seriously, our activity stopped. Dave got married first in 1985, and my wife and I got married a few months later in the spring of 1986. My wife and I had always been open about our sex lives, history, desires, and kinks. Dave never liked to discuss anything after he was married, so we never talked about anything that happened. He and his wife never discussed sex, and he had told me they held sex a very private matter.
Dave woke up in the middle of the night, still pressed against me tightly. His cock was still hard and laying between the cheeks of my ass through his boxers. Dave immediately began to apologize profusely as he turned over onto his back and moved to the side of the bed. I told him it was nice and that I enjoyed it, but he kept telling me how sorry he was. I was now laying on my side facing Dave and trying to console him. I reached my hand toward him, reaching inside the baggy waistband of his underwear griping the shaft of his cock. I had forgotten how thick his cock was, he was only slightly longer than me but probably two and a half times bigger around. Wrapping my hand around his full shaft was hard. Dave's voice stopped, and I heard him breathe in deeply. Despite his apology and saying he didn't know what happened his cock was defying him and remained rock hard.
I propped myself up as I pulled the cover back to reveal Dave's cock. I was able to quickly push his boxers downward off his hips with the loose, and I looked at his swollen balls. It had been over thirty years since I last touched his cock, but it felt natural and good. I bent forward and took him inside my mouth as I heard him groan and felt his hands on my head grabbing my hair. I had barely got started as I tasted the taste of his precum fill my mouth followed by several hot jets of his cum. Dave came hard, and he was loud as his orgasm shook his body. I did my best to swallow his load. I had forgotten how loud Dave was when he climaxed and hoped the thin walls of the motel room did not wake the neighbors.
Dave did not go limp, he lay back as I stopped. He told me how much he enjoyed that and thanked me repeatedly. He said he had not cum in many years. Dave said he just lost all interest in sex and that the stress and fighting at home had removed any desire he had. Dave sat up and pulled his t-shirt off over his head and then pulled his boxers off his legs. I was amazed at how hard his cock was in the light of the room. Dave reached down and took my cock into his hand as he muttered that he never dreamed we would be doing this again. Dave alternated between stroking me, kissing me and sucking me. Dave had always been dominant sexually, and he flipped me onto my stomach and began to rim my ass as he did back many years ago. This had me wanting more as his tongue probed me.
I knew Dave always loved to fuck me, I mumbled to him asking if he wanted to fuck me now. He told me he wanted to hear me beg him for his cock in my ass. I knew this always drove him wild, he said his wife would never do this for him and continuously acted like she was doing him a favor. I began to beg Dave for his cock, worshipping his cock and telling him to fuck my ass hard. Dave had a spark, any depression or sadness was gone, and at the moment he was driven with lust. The heavy, sweaty, musky smell of his sex filled the room, I had not smelled that distinct aroma since we roomed together in college.
Dave had me wet with his saliva and working his fingers inside me. He pulled the pillows over and stuffed them under my hips elevating my ass while kneeling behind me. He was not gentle, and I felt the head of his cock press against my hole as in one thrust he pushed deep inside me. I screamed out in pain as Dave pounded my ass hard and deep with his thrusts. He spanked my upturned cheek numerous times with stinging blows, but it felt great. Dave had a handful of my hair and was pulling my head back as he kissed me while pounding my ass as deep as he could drive. After a few moments, I was crying out for him to fuck me harder, knowing he liked to hear this.
In the background over Dave's grunts and my own outcries, I heard a knocking at the door that seemed distant. There was not anything I could do as the door opened and the night manager and a security guard came into the room seeing me taking Dave's cock deep up inside my ass and enjoying it. Dave was too into things to stop, and they told us there were noise complaints and that we needed to keep it down. They left the room as Dave began to cum buried inside me.
Dave lay on top of me still inside me, he was sweating profusely as he softly kissed my neck. He eventually got up and pulled the pillows out from under me. I could only lay there. I was totally depleted and unable to move. Dave raised my legs up over my shoulders and admired how he had left my asshole gaped open. He playfully pushed his semi-erect cock in and out of me without any effort. Each time he went in there was a squishing sound from the volume of cum that he had left inside me. Escaping air that had been trapped inside me was moving and making rude sounds that made Dave laugh and tell me how hot it was. Dave insisted that was the best sex he had ever had. He said he had not done anal since we were in college and had not been permitted to cum inside his wife except for when she wanted to become pregnant.
Dave asked if I wanted to fuck him, I told him, no, and he went down on me. I was so incredibly turned on it did not take me long to fill Dave's mouth with my own load which he swallowed down. Dave lay next to me holding me tightly as he kissed me intensely letting me taste my own cum before we fell off to sleep.
The next day we got a very late start. The roads were better, but we decided to stop again before heading to stay at my house to see my wife.
Dave had confided in me that he and his wife were having problems and thinking of parting ways. Their relationship had essentially ended after their k**s left home, but they had tried to make things work for the last eight years. When Dave finally decided to go, he called and asked me if I would come up to help move his personal belongings. I agreed and flew to Albany, New York to help him relocate his personal items and some furniture. Dave had a Uhaul rented and was moving to Atlanta.
I along with a few local friends helped with moving the items from their home. The divorce had turned pretty nasty, and the move was under the supervision of the local police to keep things peaceful. Moving household items in a snowstorm was a challenge, but we got it done and finally were on the road. Dave was sad and talked as we drove about how things had become. His job kept him away from home for many years and apparently his wife had found companionship with a man who lived in their subdivision. I felt terrible for him but outside of listening as we drove there was not anything more I could do for him.
We were in Pennsylvania as the snow continued. The interstate had become two ruts, and I suggested we try to stop for the night since the driving snow was becoming trance inducing in the headlights. Dave stopped at several exits only to find no vacancy at any of the motels. Finally, after several slow hours, we pulled into a Countryside Inn off the, and they had one room open. We took it and grabbed some food at a Wendy's next door.
Inside our room, it was small, a queen size bed with a small circular table and two chairs beside the bed. There was no wifi and a wall-mounted television on the wall at the foot of the bed with only limited channels. Dave remarked that the room would be tight and asked how we were going to manage the sleeping situation since we only had one bed and no sofa. I told him I did not see any problem with both of us sleeping in the one bed if he didn't. Dave replied that it was fine with him, he told me that he had not shared a bed in over eight years. He slept in one room, and his wife slept in another. He said it had been at least ten years since he had last had sex. Dave sat up in one of the bedside chairs as I lay on the bed. He told me a lot about his marriage and the problems they faced.
We determined to get an early start on the road in the morning, so we both brushed our teeth and used the bathroom as we got ready for bed. Dave asked if I would be offended if he slept in his boxers and a t-shirt and I laughed saying I didn't care how he slept. I told him I always sleep naked so hopefully, that was not going to be a problem. He laughed recalling our days in college when I would sleep nude in the dorm. Dave undressed down to his underclothes and climbed into the bed nearest the, and I undressed and jumped in the other side. The room was bright with the snow illuminating outside the window and the bright parking lot lights. Dave talked, and it was clearly evident he was sad, depressed and feeling sorry about his life and the turns it had taken. He was not crying, but he had tears in his eyes that I could see in the light coming from the window.
Dave and I are both 54 years old. Dave's hair was thinning, and he had a bald spot on the top of his head. His hair had become mostly gray over time, and he did not color it. Dave was about 6' tall and had a stomach over his waistline. He was probably around 240 pounds now. In college, Dave was always dressed to impress and looked sharp, as the years passed he had let himself go and looked ten years older than me. His t-shirt had some small holes from wear and laundering, and his boxers hung off his hips with worn out elastic and some holes also from wear and age. In my mind, I thought about how I had not ever seen Dave without an erection poking through the fabric of his clothing. In college, Dave was always rock hard, but now there was no hint of excitement or arousal. It was sad to see the state he was in. I teased saying I was glad to see he was soft and that I had worried about sleeping beside him the way he used to be. He said he had not had a hard-on for longer than he could recall.
We finally fell off to sleep, and I was sleeping on my side turned to the wall with my back to Dave. Despite the heat being on the room was cold and the blanket was not doing much on the bed. I woke up slightly feeling Dave's body heat against me. If felt good but he was snoring and obviously still sleeping soundly. Dave had his arm over me and almost engulfed my body with his larger size. I am 5'9" and roughly 180. I was dozing in and out enjoying the warmth and sensation of touch as Dave slept beside me. I don't know if Dave was dreaming or if it was just the physical contact, but I felt the hardness of his growing erection against my ass.
Dave and I were not strangers to sexual activity between us. Back in school, we experimented and engaged in play until we both met our wives. Once we were both dating seriously, our activity stopped. Dave got married first in 1985, and my wife and I got married a few months later in the spring of 1986. My wife and I had always been open about our sex lives, history, desires, and kinks. Dave never liked to discuss anything after he was married, so we never talked about anything that happened. He and his wife never discussed sex, and he had told me they held sex a very private matter.
Dave woke up in the middle of the night, still pressed against me tightly. His cock was still hard and laying between the cheeks of my ass through his boxers. Dave immediately began to apologize profusely as he turned over onto his back and moved to the side of the bed. I told him it was nice and that I enjoyed it, but he kept telling me how sorry he was. I was now laying on my side facing Dave and trying to console him. I reached my hand toward him, reaching inside the baggy waistband of his underwear griping the shaft of his cock. I had forgotten how thick his cock was, he was only slightly longer than me but probably two and a half times bigger around. Wrapping my hand around his full shaft was hard. Dave's voice stopped, and I heard him breathe in deeply. Despite his apology and saying he didn't know what happened his cock was defying him and remained rock hard.
I propped myself up as I pulled the cover back to reveal Dave's cock. I was able to quickly push his boxers downward off his hips with the loose, and I looked at his swollen balls. It had been over thirty years since I last touched his cock, but it felt natural and good. I bent forward and took him inside my mouth as I heard him groan and felt his hands on my head grabbing my hair. I had barely got started as I tasted the taste of his precum fill my mouth followed by several hot jets of his cum. Dave came hard, and he was loud as his orgasm shook his body. I did my best to swallow his load. I had forgotten how loud Dave was when he climaxed and hoped the thin walls of the motel room did not wake the neighbors.
Dave did not go limp, he lay back as I stopped. He told me how much he enjoyed that and thanked me repeatedly. He said he had not cum in many years. Dave said he just lost all interest in sex and that the stress and fighting at home had removed any desire he had. Dave sat up and pulled his t-shirt off over his head and then pulled his boxers off his legs. I was amazed at how hard his cock was in the light of the room. Dave reached down and took my cock into his hand as he muttered that he never dreamed we would be doing this again. Dave alternated between stroking me, kissing me and sucking me. Dave had always been dominant sexually, and he flipped me onto my stomach and began to rim my ass as he did back many years ago. This had me wanting more as his tongue probed me.
I knew Dave always loved to fuck me, I mumbled to him asking if he wanted to fuck me now. He told me he wanted to hear me beg him for his cock in my ass. I knew this always drove him wild, he said his wife would never do this for him and continuously acted like she was doing him a favor. I began to beg Dave for his cock, worshipping his cock and telling him to fuck my ass hard. Dave had a spark, any depression or sadness was gone, and at the moment he was driven with lust. The heavy, sweaty, musky smell of his sex filled the room, I had not smelled that distinct aroma since we roomed together in college.
Dave had me wet with his saliva and working his fingers inside me. He pulled the pillows over and stuffed them under my hips elevating my ass while kneeling behind me. He was not gentle, and I felt the head of his cock press against my hole as in one thrust he pushed deep inside me. I screamed out in pain as Dave pounded my ass hard and deep with his thrusts. He spanked my upturned cheek numerous times with stinging blows, but it felt great. Dave had a handful of my hair and was pulling my head back as he kissed me while pounding my ass as deep as he could drive. After a few moments, I was crying out for him to fuck me harder, knowing he liked to hear this.
In the background over Dave's grunts and my own outcries, I heard a knocking at the door that seemed distant. There was not anything I could do as the door opened and the night manager and a security guard came into the room seeing me taking Dave's cock deep up inside my ass and enjoying it. Dave was too into things to stop, and they told us there were noise complaints and that we needed to keep it down. They left the room as Dave began to cum buried inside me.
Dave lay on top of me still inside me, he was sweating profusely as he softly kissed my neck. He eventually got up and pulled the pillows out from under me. I could only lay there. I was totally depleted and unable to move. Dave raised my legs up over my shoulders and admired how he had left my asshole gaped open. He playfully pushed his semi-erect cock in and out of me without any effort. Each time he went in there was a squishing sound from the volume of cum that he had left inside me. Escaping air that had been trapped inside me was moving and making rude sounds that made Dave laugh and tell me how hot it was. Dave insisted that was the best sex he had ever had. He said he had not done anal since we were in college and had not been permitted to cum inside his wife except for when she wanted to become pregnant.
Dave asked if I wanted to fuck him, I told him, no, and he went down on me. I was so incredibly turned on it did not take me long to fill Dave's mouth with my own load which he swallowed down. Dave lay next to me holding me tightly as he kissed me intensely letting me taste my own cum before we fell off to sleep.
The next day we got a very late start. The roads were better, but we decided to stop again before heading to stay at my house to see my wife.
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