0 comments/ 113487 views/ 4 favorites Room Three Sixty Six By: Chicklet Justin took a deep breath before stepping out of the door. Amy was out of town for the weekend, so he didn’t have to worry about her coming home and finding him gone. Hoisting the backpack over his shoulder, he slammed the door behind him, walking confidently towards the blue Toyota in the driveway. His keys were out and ready to unlock the door, and he threw the backpack into the passenger seat. Sitting down, he put his hands on the wheel, and took another deep breath. Most people would say that this was the stupidest thing Justin had done in his whole sensible life. But no one was going to have the chance to voice that opinion since only one other person would ever know. Placing the key in the ignition, Justin turned on the car, music flooding the vehicle as he waited for the car to warm up a bit. For he last six months, Justin had been waiting for this moment. He would be leaving his house as his ordinary self, but when he came back, he was sure he would be changed forever. Something that he had been fantasizing about for years was about to come true, something not even Amy knew about. Justin was on his way to a hotel downtown to meet a man he had met on a personals board online. The bag in the seat beside him contained clothing that he had purchased over the years behind his wife’s back; lingerie big enough to fit over his muscular frame. Panties, stockings, even a corset he had picked up at a specialty shop. The trips to the stores had been embarrassing, but exciting, as well. The looks the cashiers had given him sent shivers of excitement up and down his spine. They knew his secret; strangers he had never met knew of his secret lifestyle. Behind closed doors, Justin was a cross dresser. Until he had met Craig online, the only people that suspected his fetish had been those cashiers. Now another man knew, and had confessed to sharing the fetish. After speaking for months, the two men were going to meet for the first time. Shifting the car into reverse, Justin looked over his shoulder and backed out of his driveway. The street was illuminated with yellow light, giving it an eerie and almost supernatural feel. In his chest his heart seemed to be pounding, the thub-thub sound of it drowning out the radio. Justin tried to calm himself, but his excitement was too great. In just a few minutes he would be meeting Craig for the first time. The hotel was easy enough to find. Since planning the meeting, Justin had driven past the building multiple times, pausing in front of it before speeding away again. This event had been played out in his mind a million times before, just the idea of it springing an erection. Though he had been excited by it, his arousal hadn’t been satisfied by his wife. Amy had noted his unusual amount of masturbation, pointing it out to him and teasing him about it. Justin had been embarrassed and ashamed, and since her comment had only taken care of himself when she wasn’t around. He didn’t want her to suspect anything. Pulling into a parking space, Justin slipped out of the car. Grabbing his backpack, he took a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with air before exhaling and slamming the car door with a metallic bang. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder again, he walked casually towards the lobby doors. The girl at the front desk smiled friendlily at him as he walked in. Justin looked ahead nervously, avoiding eye contact with the girl. Did she suspect anything? Did she know? He quickened his step and walked towards the hallway, relieved to be out of the lobby and away from her prying eyes. Craig had emailed Justin from his laptop an hour ago. He was in room three sixty six, on the third floor. Walking past the elevator, Justin turned in the stairway. Very nervous and scared, he thought that the bit of exercise would make him a little more comfortable when he finally met Craig. Taking each step slowly, Justin climbed up the stairs. His mind was spinning, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Breaths came in deep gasps, a combination of the climbing and the excitement he felt. Step after step he ascended, coming closer and closer to the doorway he would pass through, shifting his life forever. It seemed as though only moments had passed from the time he had taken the first step to the moment he reached the third floor, the door wide open in front of him. Body shivering with excitement, he passed through the doorway and started down the hall towards Craig’s room. The golden numbers on the door showed Justin a distorted reflection of himself. Standing up straight, Justin pushed his shaggy blonde hair away from his face, up over his head and prepared his hand to knock. Tapping on the door lightly, he shook with anticipation. Any second now the door would open. The knob turned, startling Justin. He gasped and struggled not to jump back or run away. He was excited but also frightened by what he would find on the other side of those golden numbers. He had seen pictures of a young man, slightly older than himself, in his mid thirties, with dark hair and dark eyes, but what could a picture really tell you about a person? Craig could be anyone, and Justin was about to be face to face with a stranger. As if in slow motion, the door opened. Two dark brown eyes met Justin’s blue ones, a smiling face looking straight into his own. “Justin,” Craig said, holding the door open. “Come on in.” Unable to speak, almost as if his voice had been taken away from him, Justin gulped. Nodding, he slipped past Craig and into the dim room. The lamps were on, but the light wasn’t much. He took a few steps into the room and turned around. Craig slowly slipped the “do not disturb” sign onto the doorknob, shutting the door behind him and clicking the deadbolt into place. Turning around, he smiled at Justin again, his thick lips curling upwards in a teasing way. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Craig said, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The voice seemed to penetrate Justin’s body, making his very bones shake as he quivered. Straightening up again, Justin tried to hide the fear he felt. Shaking his head, his shaggy hair falling back in front of his eyes, Justin tried to respond to Craig’s comment but again found his voice had abandoned him. “I’m glad you’re here, anyway,” Craig said, walking away from the door and towards Justin. Justin knew that Craig had experienced meetings like this before. They had discussed it in length on the telephone, what things Justin was willing to try and what things Craig hoped they could do. But now that he was here, Justin felt doubt entering his mind. Craig moved past Justin, keeping the space between them rather wide, and took a seat on the bed. Justin turned, watching Craig’s slim body as he moved. Craig wore black shorts that fell lower than thigh length, and a loose top. Justin couldn’t make out much of his body underneath the loose fitting clothing, but he thought that Craig’s face was attractive enough. Full, thick lips, easily curling into a smile, and almond shaped brown eyes with thick lashes. Swallowing again, Justin thought to himself that Amy would find this man attractive. Craig’s exposed lower legs were covered in dark hair, and his calf muscles stood out well. “Justin?” Craig said, softly, looking up from the bed to his blonde companion. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” “Hi,” Justin said, his voice cracking. Justin’s cheeks instantly flooded with color, his quivering voice embarrassing him. He looked away from Craig’s laughing face as the other man chuckled. “It’s understandable that you’re nervous,” Craig said, lying down on the bed. He crossed his legs and put his folded arms under his head, propping his face up to watch Justin as Justin began to nervously pace the room. “I don’t expect you to just jump in bed with me, you know.” “I know,” Justin said quietly, putting his hand over his face. He wiped the sweat away from his brow and pushed the hair out of his eyes again. His heart was beating so loudly he thought for sure that Craig could hear it. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked back down at the man on the bed. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Craig laughed again, further embarrassing Justin. “Hey,” Craig said. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Let’s try to think of some things that could relax you, huh? Do you want a massage?” Craig patted the bed next to him, suggesting that Justin lay down next to him. “I don’t know,” Justin said. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “Stop apologizing,” Craig chided. “Come on, lay down. Take off your shirt. I brought some oil in case you were tense.” Rolling over, Craig got off the bed, and Justin reluctantly pulled his shirt off of his chest. His tanned skin was exposed to the other man for the first time, tiny golden hairs covering the darkened skin, his tight stomach flexing as his arms pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side. Slowly, Justin kicked off his shoes, walking over to the bed in only his socks and pants. He climbed up on it, crawling to the center and lying his body down slowly. “Good boy,” Craig laughed, pulling a bottle of oil from a bag next to the bed. “Now, shut your eyes. This is going to feel good, I promise.” Justin rested his head in his folded arms, struggling to relax his body. The first touch of Craig’s hands on his body almost made him jump in surprise, and he had to laugh at himself as he closed his eyes lightly. The bed moved as Craig hoisted himself onto it, straddling Justin’s back. Justin’s skin tingled at the feel of the shorts against his bare skin, the rough fabric sending sensations through his body. The feel of Craig’s weight on his body made him feel good, and he couldn’t help sighing into his crossed arms as Craig opened the bottle of oil. Wet, slick noises filled his ears as Craig rubbed the massage oil into his own palms, warming it before he reached down to knead Justin’s shoulders. Craig’s fingers pressed into the muscles between Justin’s shoulders and neck, rubbing persistently but gently, almost forcing Justin to relax. His slick fingers rubbed into the muscles, working out the knots slowly, as Justin groaned with the pleasure of the rubbing. It had been a long time since anyone had rubbed Justin’s shoulders, and he was enjoying it. Slowly, Craig moved down from Justin’s shoulders to his back, his fingers sliding their way across Justin’s smooth, tanned skin. The tips of Craig’s fingers pushed into Justin’s muscles, pushing the flesh this way and that as he ran his fingers in circular motions, working out the soreness. Everywhere his fingers touched, a good, aching pain arose as the tension melted away. Soon Justin was moaning as Craig’s hands worked their magic, and he felt completely relaxed. Craig smiled, looking at the shiny skin underneath his hands. The lamplight reflected off the dark oiled skin, his palms moving over Justin’s back. The heavy massaging stopped, and Craig was just enjoying the feel of the muscles underneath his hands. Justin was enjoying it too, and moaned into his arms again, arching his back slightly and pushing his bottom up into the air. Reluctantly, Craig moved his hands away. Remaining on top of Justin’s back, his thighs still rubbing against Justin’s skin, Craig spoke again. “Do you feel better,” he asked. Justin moaned again, nodding his head in his arms. “Glad to hear it,” Craig said. “Do you feel comfortable enough to show me what you brought?” Justin sucked in a deep breath, his heart speeding up inside his chest again. Almost reluctantly, he nodded into his arms. Craig smiled and moved off Justin’s body, the bed shaking as he rolled off Justin and sat on the edge. Justin slowly pushed himself up, his blonde hair ruffled where it had rubbed against his arms. He looked almost like a little boy as he walked over to the bag. With quivering fingers Justin unzipped his bag, opening it and pulling out a few of the items. He blushed as he saw the lingerie, items that no one had ever seen him wear. Slowly, he turned around, holding up a pair of red panties so that Craig could see them. “Very nice,” Craig said, his smile widening. Craig’s eyes sparkled as he looked from Justin to the panties. “I’ll bet the color looks fabulous on you.” Justin blushed, half happy that the other man liked the panties, half horrified that he was actually showing the clothes to someone else. Putting the thong panties aside, he pulled out the matching garter and fish net stockings, lifting them up almost casually for Craig’s inspection. “Justin,” Craig said, seriously. “I can not wait to see you in these.” Justin’s eyes darted from the floor to the other man, his gaze slowly locking on Craig’s crotch. The loose shorts didn’t give much away, but Justin imagined that he could see a bulge in the other man’s pants. Swallowing deeply, Justin looked back at the backpack. He lifted out a lacey corset, one that didn’t lace up very tight. He loved the feel of the corset against his chest. “Are you going to put them on?” Craig asked, eagerly. Justin seemed unable to look away from the corset. Slowly, nervously, he nodded. His pounding heart thumped inside his chest as he gathered the items and his backpack into his arms. “It’ll just be a moment,” he whispered, walking towards the bedroom. “Take all the time you need to make yourself pretty,” Craig smiled, watching Justin as he nervously made his way into the bathroom. Shutting the door, Justin considered flipping the lock. But that was just silly, he thought to himself. And it might insult Craig. So, leaving the door unlocked, Justin began to strip out of his pants and socks. Carefully, Justin slipped the panties over his legs and up his thighs, relishing the feel of the smooth fabric against his sensitive skin. The thong slipped between his buttocks, rubbing against his sensitive hole and making him shiver with excitement. The feeling was always the same when he put the panties on, his cock instantly beginning to swell, pushing against the red fabric which held the bulge snugly against his body. Justin took another deep breath, pulling the garter belt out of the bag. Fastening it around his tight stomach, he sighed deeply, looking at himself in the mirror. He loved the way he looked like this, the straps dangling loosely against his legs, the red panties bulging with his semi-erection. Slowly, deliberately, he began to step into the stockings, sliding them up his rough legs. His hair stuck out of the crisscrossed openings, but that only mildly upset him. One of his fantasies was to shave his legs smooth, to make them more touchable. But that would have given his wife some idea of what was going on, and Justin didn’t know how to hide shaved legs from someone he regularly snuggled up against in bed. Shaking his head, Justin tried to ignore the hairs, and clipped the stockings to the dangling garter. The corset slid on next, the thick fabric wrapping around his chest but leaving his dark nipples exposed over the top. With some difficulty, he hooked the back into place. The smooth fabric felt good against his recently massaged skin, and Justin looked at himself in the mirror. The corset added a bit of curviness to his figure, squeezing his stomach slightly to give the illusion of hips on his male body. Justin slid his hands down his sides, reveling in the feel of the pressure against his ribs. Taking another deep breath, struggling not to bend too much, he pulled a pair of black high heels out of the bag. Slipping his feet into the pumps, Justin felt his calves tensing. His legs were forced into a strange position, familiar to him only because he had tried the shoes on before. It was still a bit difficult to stand with most of his weight on his toes, but Justin struggled to do so gracefully. With his hands he combed his hair out of his face again, and leaned towards the mirror, examining his features. Over the last couple months he had been experimenting with some of his wife’s makeup. He wasn’t totally comfortable with it yet, but he loved the feel of it on his face. It was almost like a mask on him, a cover over his natural skin, transforming him from the Justin his wife and friends knew to the Justin that was in a hotel room meeting a strange man for perverted activities. Pulling some of the makeup out of the bag, Justin began to paint his face. The blush added a nice tone of color to his cheeks, but with the embarrassment he’d been feeling all night it really wasn’t necessary. Still, the feel and scent of the rouge made him feel good, so he brushed it on sparingly. Bright red lipstick was next. The cool, thick coats of red over his full lips made him feel sexy. Puckering at his reflection, he smiled. The dark red matched the color of his panties, stockings, and corset. Lastly he pulled out the mascara and darkened his long lashes, batting them once or twice once they were done. The finished product was quite stunning, his handsome face transformed into something more feminine. Justin’s tongue darted out of his mouth, tasting the sharp taste of the lipstick on his lips. A shiver traveled up his spine, and Justin was ready to leave the bathroom, exposing himself to another human for the first time. His hand shook as he twisted the knob on the doorway, and his chest heaved as he breathed heavily, lifting one foot and taking a step off the linoleum and on to the carpeted floor of the hotel room. Craig was still sitting on the bed. His legs were crossed in front of him, his body resting back against his arms. When Justin came into view, Craig sat straight up, his arms at his side on the bed, and looked the other man up and down. Blushing again, Justin watched Craig’s eyes drift up and down his scantily clad body. Justin suddenly felt silly, and the urge to cover himself with his hands flowed through his body. But as he lifted his palms, Craig shook his head softly, looking Justin in the eyes. “You look great,” he said softly, standing up. “Gorgeous, even.” Craig walked slowly towards Justin. Justin felt as though he were locked in place, unable to move an inch. His feet, in the high heels, ached slightly. His chest heaved under the corset, his bare shoulders pushing his chest out. “Thank you,” Justin said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s exciting to have someone see me like this.” “No one has before,” Craig commented, almost to himself. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding it for so long when you look so great.” Justin laughed suddenly, his nerves a little more at ease as each second went by. His heart still thumped quickly in his chest, the sound of blood pumping filling his ears. Craig was hardly a foot away from him now, their bodies becoming closer and closer as Craig took tiny steps. Sucking in a breath, Justin moved, closing the gap between them. His bare nipples brushed softly against Craig’s shirt, hardening instantly at the friction. Slowly, Craig moved his head forward, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the makeup on Justin’s face. His lips were close to Justin’s lips, the full red lips of the other man parting slightly. Craig moved even closer and brushed his lips against Justin’s, tasting the lipstick as he did. Justin’s lips spread further apart, his tongue tasting his own lipstick, and the musky taste of the other man’s mouth. Craig allowed Justin to explore, Justin’s tongue first licking the underside of his lips and then moving over the round edges of Craig’s teeth. Moaning, Justin plunged his tongue in deeper, running it along the ridge at the top of Craig’s mouth, tracing the line and then touching Craig’s tongue with his own. Their breaths mingled together, each tasting the other as their kiss went on. Lifting his arms, Craig wrapped himself around Justin’s muscular body. The corset didn’t cover much of Justin’s back, and Craig could feel the hot skin, still slick from the oil he had used in the massage not long ago. His fingers dug into Justin’s flesh, pulling Justin’s body closer to his own, Justin’s chest thrusting hard against Craig’s shirt. The bulge, confined by the dark red panties, pushed up against Craig’s leg, and Craig smiled, his lips curling up away from Justin’s. Justin moaned into Craig’s mouth again, thrusting his hips against Craig’s leg, his hot breath filling the other man’s mouth. Justin yearned for the feel of Craig’s bare chest against his. Room Three Sixty Six Pushing away, Justin finally broke their kiss. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and he licked his made-up lips as he looked greedily at Craig’s body. Tentatively yet eagerly, Justin reached towards Craig’s shirt, putting his hands on the bottom of it and scooting it up his body. Craig lifted his arms and allowed Justin to expose his skin to the cool air. As Craig’s pale flesh came into view, Justin bent down and kissed it lightly, his lips, thick with lipstick, running over the smooth belly. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, and traced a slick line from the waistline of Craig’s shorts to Craig’s navel, lapping at the shallow hole, smiling as Craig’s flesh quivered as Justin tickled it with his tongue. Rising up again, Justin continued to pull the shirt off of Craig’s body, exposing his dark nipples, surrounded by short black hairs, and his narrow shoulders. Flinging the shirt into the corner of the room, Justin looked at Craig’s slim chest, smiling as Craig stood still, allowing Justin to examine him. Justin’s hand reached for Craig, his fingers tracing the shape of Craig’s side, feeling his way up the other man’s chest, until his palms were resting over Craig’s nipples. Gently, Justin took one of the nipples between the thumb and first finger of his right hand, tweaking it playfully, rolling it between his fingertips. Craig moaned and reached his hands out for Justin, pulling them into a close embrace once more, their lips seeking each other and meeting with passion. Both men moaned into each others mouths as their chests rubbed together. The fabric of the corset rubbed against Craig’s bare chest. Craig rubbed himself so that his nipples met the seam of the corset, the friction making them even more erect, and then rubbed them against the hard little nubs of Justin’s own nipples. Justin pushed his crotch, clad in the panties, against Craig’s leg, still encased by the shorts he wore, and rubbed his erection against the stiff leg. Craig moaned, moving his leg slightly, rubbing Justin’s cock back. This time it was Craig who broke the kiss, his impatience to get his body closer to Justin’s apparent as his shaking hands fiddled with the button and zipper of his shorts. Stepping out of them, he stood in front of Justin in only his boxers, his hard cock pushing against the open slit in front, a tiny button the only thing keeping the cock from popping out. Justin looked down at Craig’s cock, outlined in the loose boxers. It was large, larger than his own. He wondered briefly if Craig was circumcised, as he himself was. Justin had never seen an uncircumcised cock, except for in pictures. This was one question he hadn’t thought to ask in any of their email conversations. Craig took Justin’s arm and led him to the bed, sitting Justin down on the edge as he knelt in front of him. Licking his lips, Craig looked up at Justin. Justin licked his own lips, nervous, but could not control the movement of his hips as Craig lowered his mouth towards Justin’s crotch. Craig’s thin fingers wrapped around the elastic of Justin’s lacey panties, pulling them down so that the bulge of Justin’s cock would be freed. The thick purple head bobbed out eagerly, Justin gasping as the pressure on his member was released. Craig made a soft noise in the back of his throat and lowered his lips, locking them around Justin’s cock, sucking the head into his mouth. Justin’s hips bucked forward as Craig sucked him inside for the first time, the mouth wrapped around his cock seeming impossibly hot. Gasping again, Justin shut his eyes, falling back, supporting his upper body with his arms stretched behind him on the bed. Craig’s thick tongue lapped at the tip of Justin’s cock, licking it softly and probing the tiny hole at the end. Amy didn’t go down on Justin very often, saying she didn’t like the salty taste of his flesh in her mouth, so this blowjob was a treat in more ways than one. This was what Justin had been fantasizing about for ages; Craig’s mouth locked around him, sucking him softly. Craig’s head moved up and down slowly as he sucked Justin further into his mouth, the soft tongue applying soft pressure to the whole length of Justin’s thick cock as Craig’s lips loosened and tightened, fucking Justin with his mouth. Unable to control his lust, Justin lifted one of his stocking-clad legs and put it over Craig’s shoulder, pushing the other man further down on Justin’s cock. Grunting, Craig took the entire length of Justin’s member into his throat, soft noises coming from Craig as the thick head pushed at the back of his throat. Justin rubbed his leg against the side of Craig’s face, the rough fishnet stockings making Craig moan around the cock in his mouth. Craig’s hand moved up Justin’s leg, caressing the flesh of his thigh above the stockings, kneading at the muscle there. Justin moaned again, his eyes still shut tight, relishing the feel of the other man’s hands against his skin. Opening his eyes again, Justin looked down at Craig’s head moving up and down on his cock. The sight of the other man sucking on him, the panties pulled and held to the side by Craig’s masculine hands, his mouth and jaw held wide open to accommodate Justin’s size, made Justin even hotter, the arousal spreading through his body. Justin felt his toes tingling, the sensations washing up his stocking clad legs all the way to his groin, where the feelings intensified, and then even further up until it had spread inner warmth all the way to his fingertips. The sensitive pads of Justin’s fingers tingled as he gripped the blanket underneath him, gripping it tight as Craig increased the speed of the blowjob Justin was receiving, Craig pulling his head and pushing Justin’s cock back into his mouth with longer, more rapid strokes. Straightening up on the bed, Justin rested his second foot down on the floor, the first one still up around Craig’s body. Reaching down with his hands, Justin gripped Craig’s head gently with his hands, Justin’s fingers running through Craig’s soft hair as Craig moved slowly and then rapidly again up and down on Justin’s cock. Pausing for just a moment, Craig looked up at Justin, watching Justin as he looked down at him. Smiling, Craig turned his attention back to the swollen cock, sticking his thick tongue out and lapping at the head again, running the tip of his tongue over the round head. Groaning, Justin stroked Craig’s hair, loving the different sensations washing through his body. The soft hair against his fingers, the wet tongue against his cock, the tight feel of the corset around his chest and the feel of the stockings against his legs. Lifting his mouth off of Justin’s cock again, Craig looked back up at Justin’s corseted chest. Licking his sore lips, he climbed up on the bed, his bare chest rubbing against Justin’s body as he scooted up. Gently, Craig pushed Justin into a lying position, prone on the bed under Craig’s legs, straddling his waist, Justin’s cock pushing against the crux of Craig’s long legs. Justin lay on his back, his arms slack at his sides, looking up at Craig’s smiling face. Slowly, Craig rubbed his crotch along Justin’s thick cock, the panties and boxers rubbing together and tickling Justin’s sensitive skin. Justin groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet Craig, pushing his cock hard against the other man. Craig chuckled softly and moved down, his crotch rubbing against Justin’s legs. Justin could feel Craig’s erect cock against his stocking clad leg, the length of it methodically rubbing against Justin. Craig opened his mouth and devoured Justin’s cock again, once more stretching the elastic far away from the sensitive member. Groaning again, Justin lifted his pelvis, loving the feel of the other mans mouth around his cock. Craig moaned deeply, taking Justin deep into his throat, and moved his free hand under Justin’s body, cupping Justin’s tight buttocks with his palm. Squeezing the soft flesh, encased in the lacey panties, Craig began to suck more insistently, almost tugging at Justin’s cock with his lips, sucking it hard. Justin was losing the small bit of control he had on his body. His cock was throbbing, quivering inside Craig’s hot mouth as the lips wrapped around it. Flexing and relaxing his buttocks, Justin pushed his hips up off the bed and then lowered them again, thrusting into the other mans mouth, fucking Craig’s face as Craig eagerly rubbed his own cock against Justin’s hard leg. With a startling outcry, Justin pushed himself up into Craig’s mouth violently, his whole body erupting in spasms as an orgasm took over his body. The rush spread all through his muscles, every bit of him tensing, as the first stream of hot cum shot out of his cock into Craig’s mouth. Craig moaned, sputtering a tiny bit in surprise as the first of the salty fluid landed in his mouth, the thick stuff coating his tongue as he swallowed deeply, still sucking eagerly at the cock in his mouth. Justin’s whole body shook, the bed vibrating with his spasms as he continued to cry out, his eyes shut tight and fists clenched as he came. Finally, his body relaxed, his bottom falling back onto the bed, Craig’s hand captive underneath Justin’s body. Craig lifted his mouth off of Justin’s cock, licking his lips, the taste of Justin’s salty cum still fresh in his mouth. Slowly, Craig crawled up Justin’s body, rubbing his own chest against Justin’s sexy lingerie as he moved. When their chests were touching again, Justin’s corset pushing against Craig’s tiny dark nipples, Craig looked into Justin’s face. Justin was content, laying there, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. His eyes were closed, his cheeks bright red from both the rouge he wore and the work out he had been given by his recent orgasm. Tenderly, Craig brushed his lips against Justin’s, gently kissing his soft lips. Smiling against Craig’s lips, Justin softly kissed back, puckering his bright red lips and parting them slightly, his tongue darting out to stroke Craig’s mouth. The salty taste of his own cum filled his mouth, the scent of it filling his nostrils. Opening his eyes, Justin looked up at Craig’s dark eyes, staring deep into him. “That was excellent,” said Justin, their kiss breaking apart slowly, their faces pulling away from each other. Craig held himself over Justin’s body with his arms, his chest above Justin’s, his hard cock still pressed against Justin’s leg. “You want to take a shower?” asked Craig, his voice deep, throaty. He smiled down at Justin, indicating the bathroom with his head. “Okay,” Justin agreed, and Craig lifted his body off of Justin’s, allowing the blonde man to roll off the bed and walk shakily towards the bathroom. Craig followed through the room, stepping over his shirt, which lay in the middle of the floor. Justin pushed the bathroom door open, the heels of his shoes clicking against the linoleum floor as he left the carpet of the hotel room. Turning around, he watched as Craig entered behind him, the other man, usually the same height as Justin, having to angle his head to look Justin in the face. The high-heeled shoes added a couple of inches to Justin’s usual height. Reaching out his arms, Justin pulled Craig in for another kiss, tilting his head and pressing his lips against Craig’s. Even though he had just had an orgasm minutes before, the heat of Craig’s mouth against his own, the musky taste of his own fluid in the other man’s mouth, and the firm warm skin pressed against Justin’s own added together to arouse Justin again, his cock struggling to become erect against the tight panties. Craig wrapped his arms around Justin’s body, pulling them even closer together. Moaning, Craig rubbed his crotch against Justin’s thigh. Justin was painfully aware of the thickness and hardness of the other man’s cock, the staff pushing into his legs. Slowly, Justin moved his hands down Craig’s body, feeling the softness of his skin over the hard hipbones. Slipping his fingers into the elastic of Craig’s boxers, Justin began to slowly peel the underwear off the other man, bending his body to accommodate the difference in height. Once past Craig’s thighs the boxers fell to the ground, and Craig kicked them away easily with his foot. The hot tip of Craig’s cock pressed against Justin’s thigh, the soft skin of the head rubbing back and forth against the soft flesh exposed between the stockings and panties. Justin moaned into Craig’s mouth, parting his lips even wider and plunging his tongue into Craig’s willing mouth. Pulling away gently, Craig broke the kiss, his mouth still open as he panted with desire. Justin looked at Craig, at his pale chest coated in tiny black hairs, at his slip hips and thick thighs. Unconsciously he licked his lips as he saw Craig’s large cock, the thick member standing almost straight up, poking Craig in his soft belly. Craig chuckled softly, watching Justin’s eyes, and turned around, facing the shower. Moments later a stream of water flowed from the faucet down into the tub, the patter of heavy drops filling Justin’s ears. “Better get naked,” Justin said, smiling. Craig nodded and stood still, his hands resting lightly on his thighs as he watched Justin strip out of the sexy clothing. Smiling, Justin reached down and slowly unclipped his garters. Stepping out of his high-heeled shoes, he began to unroll the stockings, exposing his hairy legs to the other man. Craig watched as the fishnets transformed Justin’s legs back into those of a more masculine, muscular male. Reaching behind his back, Justin unzipped the corset, breathing heavily as the slight pressure on his chest was relieved. His skin was embedded with marks where the seams had been, red lines tracing up his sides and around his stomach. Justin took off the garter belt, adding it to the pile of his lingerie, and then slowly slipped out of his panties. Justin’s cock seemed to visibly sigh with relief, his large balls easing themselves down from their position tight against Justin’s crotch. Justin lifted his hand to his privates and stroked his cock softly, running his hard palm over the soft skin, licking his lips again as he looked at Craig. The shower still filled his ears, and he nodded towards it. Craig smiled and stepped over the side of the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain back and holding it away from the wall so Justin could climb in as well. Justin followed eagerly and soon stood under a stream of water, drops of the fluid pouring onto his face, smearing his makeup. Smiling, Craig reached up and wiped a streak of mascara along Justin’s face, painting a black line across his high cheekbone. Reaching up, Justin took hold of Craig’s wrist, directing the hand down from his face and to his hip. Easily the hand took hold there, softly gripping Justin’s hips as Justin turned his face towards the water. With a few quick splashes, Justin had washed most of the makeup off his face, transforming himself from the lusty man of a few moments ago to the lusty man that his wife Amy was more familiar with. Opening his eyes, eyelids heavy with droplets, Justin blinked and looked at Craig’s frowning face. “Something wrong?” Justin asked, his voice distorted by the water. Craig shook his head, but his frown remained. “Seriously?” Justin said, concerned. “You look different,” Craig said, his hand squeezing Justin’s hip softly. “I’m the same person,” Justin argued, leaning in to kiss Craig again, his wet lips pushing against Craig’s with all the passion they both still felt. Justin pried Craig’s lips open with his own and moved his tongue inside Craig’s mouth, lapping at the soft skin. Pulling away, he smiled at Craig’s face, eyes shut and lips parted in a moan. Smiling, Craig opened his eyes again and looked at Justin. “You’re still gorgeous,” Craig said, his eyes roaming Justin’s hard body. “Thank you,” murmured Justin, moving close to Craig’s mouth again, their lips locking together as their bodies gripped tight, legs entwined and arms embracing each other’s torsos. Justin couldn’t keep track of where his body ended and Craig’s began, the water helping their skin suction together tightly, the slick texture of their moistened skin tingling all over. Justin’s cock was rock hard again; his sexual need making it throb as he rubbed steadily against Craig’s wet body. Craig’s rough leg hairs scratched at the sensitive cock, and in turn Justin’s hairs teased Craig, his thigh flexing and pushing against Craig’s hard member as the moved together slowly. Moving his hand down Craig’s body, Justin slid his palm towards Craig’s cock, moving between their legs and gripping the bottom of the staff loosely. Craig moaned as Justin’s hand wrapped around the stiff cock, Justin’s fingers squeezing lightly and then stroking upwards, the water lubricating his hand and making the movements smooth and easy. Parting his lips and kissing Justin with renewed vigor, Craig moaned loudly, pushing his pelvis up, fucking Justin’s warm hand. As Craig pumped into Justin’s palm, Justin continued slowly rubbing against Craig’s hairy leg, loving the texture of the hairs, and the feel of the cock in his hand. For the first time Justin was faced with the real possibility of going down on another man, taking that thick cock between his lips and sucking on it just as Craig had sucked on his not long ago. Plunging his tongue into Craig’s mouth again, Justin opened his eyes and began to slowly pull his face away from the other man. His hand didn’t leave Craig’s cock as he moved his body away, taking a step back and shifting places with Craig so that the other man stood under the stream of water, droplets quickly flattening his dark hair. Craig moaned in anticipation as Justin slowly sank to his knees in front of him, the hard plastic hurting his legs. Pushing the mild discomfort out of his head, Justin licked his lips, looking up through the steam at Craig one more time for encouragement before placing his mouth on the darkly colored head of the other man’s cock. Tentatively Justin placed his lips around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum at the tip of the throbbing flesh. Nervously, Justin sucked softly, not wanting to hurt the other man by sucking too hard or eagerly. Slowly, he moved his tongue in his mouth, rubbing the thick muscle against the round head, stroking the cock as he sucked lightly. Craig moaned and Justin assumed that he was doing well. His inexperience at giving head didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the thick cock stretching his lips wide, the pulsing staff resting on his tongue that slowly moved in and out of his mouth. Relaxing, Justin moved up and down on the staff, allowing Craig to set the pace. Craig pushed his hips towards Justin, his cock filling Justin until Justin pushed back, his throat not ready for a cock yet. Someday, maybe, but not today. Hands reached for Justin’s head and held him tight, the fingers squeezing him and rubbing his temples lightly as he lapped at the cock in his mouth. Moaning, Craig rocked back and forth, holding Justin’s head steady as he fucked his face. The throbbing in Justin’s own cock became persistent, and Justin reached down to stroke himself while he sucked on the thick cock between his lips. Craig began to cry out with his thrusts, his voice deep and throaty as he pumped between Justin’s full, soft lips. Justin closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the hot flesh in his mouth, the ache in his jaw only adding to his pleasure, reminding him of the reality of this much-fantasized situation. Craig’s cock began to quiver, strange pulses flowing through it, and Craig pushed it further into Justin’s mouth than the kneeling man was prepared for. Sputtering and gagging, pulling his head away from Craig’s cock, Justin opened his eyes just in time to see the first jet of Craig’s hot cum shoot out of the thick cock. Room Three Sixty Six At the same time, Justin’s own excitement peaked, the stream of cum only adding to the thrill as Justin climaxed, opening his mouth and shutting his eyes tight, crying out as a weak stream of cum shot weakly from his own staff. His orgasm from earlier had drained most of his fluids, but there was still enough to warm Craig’s leg. Craig’s cum was still shooting out of his cock, hitting Justin mostly on the face and in his hair. The thick and sticky fluid felt heavy against Justin’s skin. Sticking his tongue out, Justin tasted a small glob near his mouth. The stuff tasted salty and bitter, but as his body convulsed he smiled, enjoying the new sensation Craig had given him. The cries coming from both men ceased, Justin leaning against Craig’s legs, one arm clasped tight around the other man’s calves, breathing heavily. Craig reached down and stroked Justin’s hair, smoothing the soft blonde stuff away from Justin’s face. Slowly, Justin looked up at Craig, blinking against the drops of water that threatened to hit him in the eye. Justin smiled, and Craig smiled back at him. Justin pushed himself to his feet, reluctantly loosening his hold on Craig’s body, allowing Craig to push him back under the water. As the hot water beat down on his body, Justin breathed heavily. Craig reached for the soap and began to raise lather in his palms, preparing to wash Justin. Standing still, Justin kept his eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. He felt like a different person, a better person, and hoped that this wouldn’t be the last experience he had with his new lover.